One more thing: no trouser's were found (I gave up/lost all faith after combing every last one of the racks at Zara [to no avail which is okay because I have come to the conclusion that trousers are for thirty year olds who have a handle on their finances]) but I did rope in one hell of an unnecessary jacket. Get ready, Winnipeg. Keep your eyes peeled for a walking hairball on heels come Wednesday. Ho, ho, ho and a bottle of rum.
Her Madgesty is en route, faux fur et al.
*JJ and Richard, I miss you already (I am still in your white and wood living room). Shit.
Also, here is a list of the new vinyl safely stowed in my carryon. It is going to be a very good winter.
- Timber Timber
- Dev's Cripple Crow
- old, old Fleetwood Mac
- Bell Orchestre
- Mt. Eerie
- old Band of Horses