My favorite kind of Saturday

Started the weekend gingerly with mugs of coffee, a bowl of toffee nut cereal and a couple episodes of Flip That House. I am just itching to tile a bathroom. We walked down to Fillmore St and did some browsin’ and lunchin’.
First up, Marc Jacobs, where I never buy anything, even though I lurve his clothes and if money was no object I would fashion myself after Sophia Coppola and never wear anything but cute Mary Jane heels on my tootsies. There are always bins of cool but fairly useless stuff near the cash register—-pens that look like lipsticks, mirrors inside clamshell compacts, leather bracelets, etc. Today there were also some fun little quilted wallets in metallic tones, so I swallowed my pride and took a bronze one to the counter where the beautiful retail people were perfectly nice although possibly a leeetle dismissive of someone dressed in Banana Republic and spending less than $30.
Then we had lunch at Harry’s Bar. Or rather, Tim had lunch and I had a plate of truffle-parmesan fries and a Bloody Mary. Well, it’s Saturday for frick’s sake. We checked out a sample sale further down the road but it had been pretty well picked over by the time we got there. I tried on a pair of Rock and Republic Jeans just for giggles—-they’re the ones Posh Beckham wears and supposedly helps design. My pair had pale blue sparkles on the bum. They were cute but the denim was surprisingly thin for something costing over two hundred smackers.
Tim took off to get his hair cut and I popped into Crossroads, a consignment store where every now and then you find a gem, and today I did. Hiding behind a pilled Ralph Lauren cardigan was a gorgeous little silk skirt by Marc Jacobs. It still had the tags on it—from Barney’s NY, thank you very much—and the original price: $258. I got it for $42. Ha! That adrenalin surge got me all the way home.