Home again, home again...

...jiggety jig







Great visit with my folks.
Love them.
Love Las Vegas at Christmas. Beautiful snow-capped mountains and crisp desert air.

Nice, though, to sleep in my bed again.

Milk comes in bags?

I know... skip the naughty jokes.






















Seriously - though - milk bags? At first glance - I really thought they were chickens or something.

Certainly not my only takeaway from my busy, productive Toronto visit.





















What a great, open, cosmopolitan, international city. And check out this cool, new T.O.-based airline!

I will be back - during warmer weather. See ya' soon GTA!

My unvitation from Paul Smith...

Now - look- I know. I worked at Barneys New York for 5 yrs and Neiman's before that. BUT - I have to admit that my feelings were actually hurt the other evening as I drove home from the gym and saw what appeared to be a FABULOUS party at the big pink cube - the Paul Smith store on Melrose.




My expectations aren't really out of whack. I am certainly not a big customer - not a celebrity customer. I am, however, a relatively regular fan of the stripes and gingham and cameo cufflinks, etc. I don't expect a holiday card from my dapper associate. But - I was genuinely disappointed that I had been invited to the stylish looking soiree.

Sigh. Such is the small fish.