Can't Hug Every Cat

There are two kinds of cat ladies NYC can turn you into:

This:



Or this gem:


With me it could either way.

Fact: Having a 9-5 job leaves no time for blogging

I got all this for $37. From a shop in Brooklyn. I know. I was only in there for about 20 minutes and didn't even dig around. It's like I stepped into a Twilight Zone episode, either the records are crawling with bed bugs or that Elie Tahari Chanel-ish knock-off jacket (with tags still attached) is haunted — or I wake up and it's all been a 1940s WWII experiment by the government. Anyway, it's Life Thrift on 5th Ave.

And Fis loves the giant bag. Win-win.