Given the fact that I spent all night on the Latitude 53 / Joey’s patio’s with Carlynn last night because it was too hot to be inside anywhere that had walls and a ceiling and didn’t have fresh ice, it does not stand to reason that I also spent a large portion of the day lusting after that first wool jacket up there.
However, it also does not stand to reason that at over a quarter of a century old I have not learned the lesson that gin, cognac, red wine and beer make bad bad bedfellows.
Yet I love them all, jackets and spirits both. *sigh*
ps – I’m fairly aware that everyone else appears to know about this collabofashion adventure already. But I didn’t. And it really is fabulous.