I recently had two scheduled days off work, and I figured I’d take the time to clean my apartment and see friends and catch up on household-type stuff and do some intense lingerie field research and investigate shops I’d never seen before and generally be a productive, functioning member of society.
Mostly I sat in bed and took pictures of the cats.
I kid, I also pole-danced and bought blinds. But mostly the bed-and-cat-pictures thing.
ANYWAY, on Sunday I finally made it out of the apartment and went to Brooklyn to hang out with my cousin, who lives in a brownstone with HER cat, who looks like a long-haired-slightly-smooshed version of Gus, so, obviously, gorgeous. We had dinner and drinks and all sorts of lovely visits, but the first thing we did was head across the street to Peek Brooklyn’s base camp. I got to meet the lovely Tina, who created the whole operation and also models some of the wares, and she took me up to her stock room and just started handing me packages of stockings and hold-ups and tights and obviously I wanted all of them and there was lots of heartbreak. In the end, I bought myself two pairs, promising the others I’d come back for them one day. Continue reading