Beatrix....Bundled Up

Beatrix dropped off some books on a chilly afternoon and was, coincidentally, all atwitter about her new "librarian" glasses. As we chatted about our mutual disdain for whaling novels, I noticed she was emanating the odour of cheap men's cologne (not unlike one of those bewildering plug-in air thingies). Had she been the proverbial naughty librarian, I brazenly asked. "No," Beatrix blushed, "my sweater's a recent purchase from Abercrombie & Fitch. Everything there reeks of some sort of perfume." Indeed.

She also confessed--glasses by Ogi; skirt, Piazza Sempione; boots, Banana Republic; gray wool jacket from the back of her closet (vintage 1980s, if I know my lapels).