Shoulda, woulda, coulda

I’m trying to begin Madame Bovary but Boy has cream cheese up his nose. His bastard molars have been making him so sad that I’m letting him watch Yo Gabba Gabba and eat his toast while he watches.

I decided to start Madame Bovary(my third attempt) because I wanted something meaty and pretentious to get me out of my year-long sabbatical from using my brain – at all. Sadly, what I’d really like to do is buy this:

From JCrew


And this:

From Baby Gap



And plan trips here:




And here: