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When: Thanksgiving Day, 2008.

Femme What: Sweater dress by Dolce, green belted trench by Do & Be, brown chevron tights from Old Navy. Skinny brown belt by Elie Tahari, olive green knit socks by some fancy Italians (I can’t remember the brand, sob) and Donald J. Pliner boots. For the trek to the actual river, I wore my awesome “hiking” boots from El Mexico. They are the only boots, aside from my Noconas, that haven’t got a 4″ min. heel!

Femme Scent: Serge Lutens Chêne, of course.

Femme Confession: I hope everyone had a wonderful holiday weekend. My top three thanks, for the record: My precious girls. My resilient health, while it lasts. The dearest, most clever, loyal and affectionate friends a girl could wish for.

Tomboy What: Awesome bear sweater from Express, shirt from Banana Republic (with vintage fleur-de-lys cuff links – a bit much, I KNOW), brown label jeans from Lounge, and brown boots from Harley-Davidson.

Tomboy Confession: I started the day with a completely different outfit: black slacks, a black blazer and the same green shirt (silver and black griffin cuff links from Ben Sherman instead of gold fleur-de-lys ones) and black boots. I only changed because my black boots are too faggy, they provide absolutely no traction! Since the trek down to the river is the absolute highlight of my dogs’ lives, I changed into something more “outdoorsy.”

Second Tomboy Confession: I ate about 100 grapes from the vines to and from the river!

When: Tues., Nov. 18th, 2008.

What: Little soft jersey cotton dress by Monteau (um, the only legitimate place I could find them was on some rand-o Lucky editor), black knee socks with Charles David ‘Butane’ boots. Pendant from Claire’s. Feather headband from Target. Oversize white leather clutch with black / silver croc stripes, vintage.

Scent: Film Noir by Ava Luxe. I wore this last week, right after I had previously been wearing Serge Lutens Chene. It wasn’t fair, really, to either olfactory beauty. Film Noir is described as “a gorgeous leather fragrance with sueded notes that is sure to kindle your darkest desires,” with black leather, Morrocan rose, bergamot and tonka bean notes. Meryl Streep might wear Film Noir. It’s soft yet stern, warm and mysterious, it just kind of glides effortlessly over the skin, luring you around the next dark corner. But gaily. It’s not very long-lasting, but it certainly doesn’t wear off anywhere nearly as quick as CB I Hate Perfume’s Black March, for instance.

Confession: My internet friends enabled me to go shopping today. My wife enabled me to go shopping today. (“Can you pick up cutting boards at TJ Maxx? You know, the one that carries DIOR.” “Sure, babe! Just the cuttings boards [and Dior]?” “Oh, you know, hot stuff…since you’re there and all.”) Maybe the conversation didn’t go like that at all, but whatever. The most beautiful thing happened to me today in the form of a XL boys cardigan from Buffalo by David Bitton. You will see! It cost me SEVEN DOLLARS and it is truly amazing. I know it’s mean to say that and not post it, but it’s crucial that I sit my family down for homemade tacos, beans and rice. Like, now.