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Hubby is gone for one day, and so I cleaned the house and rented The September Issue to watch with my coffee. It's only five minutes into the movie, but I already love Andre Leon Talley for calling a bleak fashion week a "famine of beauty." I need to subscribe to Vogue.
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Spring break is over, but spring is finally here. Little birds are building a nest outside our bedroom window, like somehow right outside in a crack in the wall, and all day long I hear them working and chirping.
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