My favorite way to eat is to appetize. Meaning we order every appetizer on the menu, have them all come at once, and stare at the bounty before us in open mouthed delight. This is also called tapas, but in New York tapas is really entree priced plates at appetizer portions. So I don't do tapas.
I like a smorgasbord in my beliefs as well, but right now Mercury Retrograde can go take a long walk off a short pier. Technical problems galore can happen when that planet gets to doing the moonwalk, and I'm known to fritz electronics under the best of circumstances (I had a great aunt who fritzed anything she touched, and who could not be photographed. Just Didn't. Show. Up. COOL.)
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaanyhoo, that's my long winded, thinly connected way of saying a bunch of your lovely comments have made their way to spam folders, and my post from yesterday, a silk brocade ensemble, never made it to Bloglovin or Feedly. So, apologies if this is a repeat for some, but if you'd like to see a Zac Posen circle skirt with a side order of a crop top destined for the seam ripper, order up here!