Mad for Plaid or Some Other Trite Title

Every summer I head down to Dallas in August. And every summer I am greeted by 107 degree weather that my parents, sweat trickling from their temple, claim is perfectly comfortable, and could we hustle a little faster from the air conditioned car to the air conditioned house, please.

It's August, so you know where I am heading today. In anticipation of the triple digit temps, I have begun to turn my mind to the bracing chill of winter, and am contemplating this little number. I like the wide-banded cuff and the corresponding wide band at the hem. I like the colors. I like the overall silhouette. I like that it is $40. I am a little concerned that Kim Kardashian appears to be modeling it. Odd, since I can't see her ample t or a.

Suit Up!

Look at this suit, y'all (I've been reading up on Jamie Lynn's baby)! How can you not love it? First the obvious - it has an underwire, if you want you and your breasts to arrive at the beach at the same time, and not with a 3 second delay. Second, it has the boy short bottom, a shape I have been in love with since finding the most amazing Liza Bruce boy short suit at the Neiman's Last Call sale in college. Sooo, much sexier than the thong, and saves on the sunblock. But then there is the madras plaid. Do you not just live for it?

(For a (luckier) chick who doesn't do patterns or colors, I am so very completely smitten by anything madras. Even better is madras patchwork! Or a different madras on the sleeves, back and front. What is wrong with me?)

And I love this suit because to me it appeals at once to both the East Village hipster doofus and the New England prepster wasp. Of course, as neither, I could be completely off-base. You vote at right and tell me. But not before you place your order (and Amanda has been kind enough to help you with the discount, y'all). But please, let's skip those rain boots. It makes stilettos and a bathing suit seem almost reasonable. And it's $26.