How well do you know me? I am nothing if not predictable, n'est-ce pas?

Let's play that little game "I went to my grandmother's house and in my suitcase I packed . . ." but let's do it backwards and you guess which of the three things I had in my car when I came back from Boston/Cambridge (remember, two are decoys):

From Newbury Street:
1. Pink silk pants from Matsu
2. Tube of "Active Moist" Dermologica from Michaud
3. An adorable sweater for my niece from Mulberry Road

From Birch Street (Roslindale):
1. A sexy green sleeveless dress
2. A blank journal with a b&w photograph of the Eiffel Tower on the cover
3. 10 strands of mother of pearl discs that I can hang like a beaded curtain

From Colonial Drug (known to some of us as mecca)
1. L'eau par Kenzo
2. Orphee by Maxim's
3. Une Souris Verte by who the fuck knows?

From Motto
1. A pair of $325 earrings on cheap hooks
2. A handpainted scarf
3. A silver bracelet made in Italy

*Jeopardy music here dooDEEdooDO do DEEE dooooo*

Ready to check your answers?

From Newbury Street: "Active Moist" sounds rather sexual, doesn't it? But it is face cream. The best face cream ever-- I love it. But the name? Not so much.

From Birch Street: A sexy green dress-- I wore it out of the store-- it was so hot that day. But the best part? I didn't have to worry about panty lines cause I went commando. HooYAH. (NOTE: if you chose #2, please go to the back of the class-- you really don't know me at all-- FEH. Just kidding, but I sounded mean there for a minute, didn't I?)

From Colonial Drug: Fuck. He was out of #1 (my absolute fave), out of #2 (my backup in case of him being out of #1) so I bought #3--- still don't know if I like it. Guess it will just have to get me through.

From Motto: Can you believe I did this? With Mercury retrograde? I must be insane. I bought the most fabulous earrings that have a most shitty clasp. What can I say? They made me feel so Pre-Revolution-Russian-Literary Salon gorgeous. I had to have them and I will get the clasp replaced with a lever back. Once I get my grandmother's brooch out of hock, that is and can afford to walk back into a jewlery shop.

So there it is. Dinner Friday night at Oleana was, in a word, divine.

Oh, and, thanks to everyone who has been sending me such cool e-mail--- you've nearly warmed the cockles on this old boot of a heart of mine. Gros bisoux!

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