Hi, I'm Jane. So here's my first confession...I blog in my head all day, every day. Since I haven't yet found a good anti-head-blogging drug yet, I've decided that the next logical step is to just write it all down. For good, bad or ugly...although I'll try to keep out the ugly. I hate ugly. But sometimes ugly is funny, so then you have to write about it. The obvious benefit to writing everything down is that I am no longer in danger of spewing blog entries at a unsuspecting people:
Unsuspecting person: Would like whipped cream on your Venti non-fat cafe mocha?
Jane: Whipped cream is for sex, not drinking. And let me tell you why...
I love fashion-y stuff. My latest acquisition - about which I am presently debating between (a) placing it in a giant security-wired glass case and hanging in my living room (like the Boy's signed sports jerseys - more on the Boy later) or (b) actually wearing it - is the soft as a baby's ass Vince black leather jacket. I'm fairly certain that it is not made of baby's ass, but I'm not going to lie to you when I say that I seriously considered asking the small man in the ankle-length skinny jeans, sockless loafers and cape at Barneys whether or not it was, in fact, made of baby.
I wasn't feeling that I would get the appropriate level of shock value to my inquiry from a man in a cape so I took the high road. It really didn't matter. I was going to buy it regardless.
I checked the tag...no worries...100% leather / 0% baby. For you animal rights folks...well, we'll talk later.