Met my sister and a dear friend for a full day of shopping in Manhattan. It was fabulous. The bustle. The ooh-ing and ah-ing over all the brilliant colors and embellished styles we saw. They were weighed down with shopping bags by the time they boarded a train headed back to the suburbs.

I made a few very selective purchases based on need (?!). In essence, I succeeded in stretching the clothes I already have by adding in a few tops that mix and match. I already did a little fashion show in front of my mirror and I’m quite impressed with myself. Color galore. No black. Can go from saucy to sassy with the change of a shoe. Yum.

On what may very well be an urelated note, I am feeling like tomorrow is the first day of the rest of my life. Something about renewal. A need for a jolt.

OK then.