Fashion

First: The Loveland fire is now 100% contained. Whew. Thanks to all of you for your moral support. With everyone else keeping an eye on the fire, I was able to keep my head under the covers until the coast was clear. Much easier that way.

And on the entertainment front: If you receive a daily newspaper, you know that this is Fashion Week in NYC. Durf and I decided we just couldn't ignore it, so we signed up for a fashion tour. We had no idea what we were getting into, but we thought we might be drinking champagne in luxury stores while models pranced around in weird outfits and fawned over us.

As it happened it was more like a frenzied shopping trip to designer "showrooms" where we were permitted to purchase goods at steep discounts. And instead of visiting big airy stores and submitting to fawning models, we found ourselves in tiny walk-up sewing rooms, trying on clothes behind sheer curtains while sweat poured from our soon-to-be stinky bodies.

On the plus side, I found some excellent clothes. As for Durf, once he realized the models would not be making an appearance, you could find him sitting on a folding chair or leaning against the wall and, you guessed it...flick, flick, flick.