dun dun dun dunnnn dun dun dun dunnnnn.... Never Mind, That Sounds Like Darth Vader's Theme Song.

Today marks the day that there are five days left until yours truly attends Parsons The New School for Design. I still have not received my course information or supply list though, and that dream of Tim Gunn is becoming more and more vivid. Speaking of which… have you seen the commercial for the new season of Project Runway? I’m very excited.

The J. Crew catalog came today. I pine for the soft Italian cashmere and knee-high leather boots, but they will come in due time. I have an excess of those already. Now, I must focus on something far more garish: feather jackets.

The glamour of this consumes me. A feather jacket such as this one would make it impossible to have a bad day, so it would be worn every day. This must sound really superficial of me, with material possessions making me happiest, and, well, I have no argument. It's true, and I enjoy every minute of it.

That, my dears, is what I call love at first sight. I wish I didn’t call everything else magnificent now, because then you would truly be able to understand my feelings towards this vest. You don’t know how many hours I have spent online shopping for this under $500. You can, however, imagine how much success I have yielded. Correct, none.

The catalog also gave me an idea. Actually, that’s not fair, It didn’t give me an idea, I stole it.

White brogues with a wedding dress! I think that they will be my shoes of choice when I marry, not that I don’t have twenty years to change my mind…