j.crew just vomited all over me.  I can’t help myself; I am such a preppy girl at heart.  It reminds me of sleep away camp, cabins, and guys dressed in layers come evening.  Oars.  It also reminds me of Trading Places, The Flamingo Kid, and Caddyshack. Revenge of The Nerds, too.  Oooh, Dead Poet’s, Oxford Blues, and Mona Lisa Smile.  I always wanted to be one of those girls in the cable knit and pearls.  Someone named Muffy or something.  The ones who somehow were raised on a horse and always have a crop and riding hat on hand.  She has a perfect golf swing, glossy ponytail, and a complete handle on aspic.  I’m too loud to be properly preppy. Besides, I hate playing golf, and when I was eight, I was bucked off a horse.  So now, I stick to warn in dark faded jeans, a tight little cable knit sweater, and a striped long scarf.  A hunter green wool blazer with an upturned collar.  Hot damn I want to go roll around in a pile of fisherman’s sweaters.  There might be nothing hotter in the world than argyle socks.  I need a room.

Favorite purchase: white puffer vest.  Yum.