another hangover, another book sighting, another burning want

Friday, dec. 8, 2006   |   0 comments

Ooow, it turns out that fine champagne (the only kind you’ll ever find at a fete hostessed by the inimitable Liz Dunn) makes its way down the gullet with disturbing ease, then it hangs a sharp U-turn and goes right to your head. And then it loosens its cummerbund, kicks off its shoes, and settles into that soft, pink spot right behind your eyeballs and promptly gets down to the dirty business of pain. Almost a full day has passed since I bubbled down — a calm, quiet day with no sudden movements — and yet I’m still feeling the horrible fragility that is the champagne hangover.

If I didn’t have such a rotten headache, I would be squealing over the new-found fact that my book is now available at Urban Outfitters’ online store (in addition to its in-the-fleshedness). I must say, it’s such a thrill to see my little book all done up in multiple views, just like a real item in a real internet store:

I’ve also spent much of today internal-squealing over the Lola “cargo bag” from Bungalow360. I want this bag so ferociously bad, it makes my heart sweat. But…which version? The fierce and firry tree fabric one?

Or should I head into deeply cute fish fabric territories?

It almost makes me mad, being forced to choose between two such glorious options like this. It’s like pitting chocolate against hamburgers, or the smell of chimney smoke versus the sound of kittens purring. It can’t be done! Not with this champagne-damaged noggin it can’t. Oh how I gently shake my fist at you, Bungalow360!