fuckyeahchicago

It's been a productive week. I spent the last 4 days in Chicago visiting a college friend who just had an "oops!" baby. Mistake or not, he's adorable, and totally chill enough to let my untrained, non-maternal self hold him without wailing. What a trouper.

Aside from New Orleans, Chicago is one of my favorite cities to visit. God knows I'd live there if the weather weren't so atrocious 8 to 9 months out of the year. Among the highlights this trip: vintage shopping in Bucktown, dinner at Frontera Grill, and a fantastical Mexican Cowboy store with everything from leather chaps for infants to sterling silver boot tips to roadkill fashioned into hats. I just about died. Total kid in a candystore moment.



I did come home with a couple of goodies (including the most honest-to-God awful polyester knit grandma couch-print bellbottoms ever created by the hands of man) and a much more tasteful dress by local Chicago label Eskell. But of course I can't stop thinking of the one that got away: a gorgeous purple fringed suede skirt that despite the jaws of life, a can of Crisco, and 10 hail Marys would not fasten over my hips. SAD.



Already missing my friend Hannah and little Monty and not being at work. Oh well, it's another 3-for-3 week. Three days of work followed by a 3-day weekend! As it should be.