Off the rack...

Years ago, when I was working at Vogue, an editor asked me to get a white linen Issey Miyake shirt off a rack in the hallway. Seemed simple enough until I discovered it was one of about 20 white linen shirts on the rack, all prototypes without labels. Issey Miyake, Isaac Mizrahi... it may as well have been a shelf of 20 unlabeled videotapes and I was asked to guess which plain white box contained Gone with the Wind. That editor was so annoyed.

And yet, even I know you don't wear a boa with white shoes after Labor Day. Oh, Lisa, you will never win a fashion award like this:

Actually, this guy (girl?) was brought in to the shelter as a stray. A stray? What, someone left their door open and this thing slithered out onto Ventura Boulevard and into Cold Stone Creamery? I hope this boa gets rescued. I hope I get asked to drive it somewhere. I hope its new owners name it Feather.

Meanwhile, this young female German Shepherd and I took a ride out to Azusa this weekend. Thanks to Jane, Andrea and Chela, she's made it out of the shelter. And thanks to Maria and Adele, she'll be with German Shepherd Rescue of Orange County until she finds a permanent home.

And yes, she has one crooked paw, but that's good. Now you can tell her apart from the other designer Shepherds on the rack.