So, I confess I eagerly await the day in every month when my Vogue gets delivered to my mailbox. I compulsively check my schedule, block out time to read the whole thing cover to cover and voraciously devour it, stunning photos and glorious magazine features. Glossy fonts and couture really do get my heart all aflutter.
Last night, after a work day greatly in excess of 8 hours, I sprawled out with the March edition, sipped some amazing Snickerdoodle coffee, turned up the Adele in honor of her magnificent cover shoot (That eyeliner! That decolletage! Adele is a topic for another, longer day.) and spent hours with my nose buried in the magazine.
Here’s to a weekend full of Vogue-worthy fabulous!