The Sincerest Form of Flattery.

Sometimes it's no fun being all pious and principled and punctilious and all those other words that start with P. So I figure a minor transgression here and there is necessary. For instance, I'm eating Salsa Verde Dorito's right now. And I was really living on the edge last night when I perused the West Elm catalog before bed.



Then I went to a meeting this morning dressed like this:



It's like the subconscious reverse of that Domino column:



Alas, inspiration can come from anywhere. At least for once a catalog inspired reuse. And I got to call the bluff of all those downtown shoe whores by trotting out my D&Gs.

I will admit, though, that I also came away from the experience with a lingering desire for this rug: