Snap out of it!

Yes, it's been many moons since I had the desire to do more than dabble with this blog.  I have much too much fun reading everyone else's blogs.  

It took this monstrosity to light a fire under my fashion-obsessed heinie.  Anthropologie, DEAR GOD, in the name of all that is holy and hip, what is this?!?

Every morning, it is my ritual to wake with to the birds chirping, slink down my creaky 100 year old stairs, and surf by the eerie glow of my Power Mac while my family lies prostrate upstairs, blissfully unaware of my fashion compulsion.  

It is my joy in life to peruse the adorable new J Crew and Anthro offerings each morning, and I particularly love clicking on the new arrivals section at Anthro.  When the page number goes up, I get excited.  I know that scrolling down will be like opening up potential new gifts.  

Imagine my shock and horror when this appeared!  I literally gasped and recoiled.  This sorry sack of a sweater, aptly named the "Ha'penny Cardigan" nearly caused an asthma attack.  At first, I thought I was on the BBC historical costumes display page and that this was a left over piece from a documentary on Jack the Ripper. "Ladies and Gentlemen, this is the actual cloak worn by Prostitute Number 3 as she wandered the dark and vermin-filled streets of 19th century Whitechapel."

Then my eyes caught the name, and I groaned at the sick irony.  An item like this might have been worn by the little old lady who dropped a coin in a child's cup in the time of David Copperfield.  When you think of Anthropologie, do you think of begging children, crusts of bread, and moth-eaten sacks worn as clothing?

Hell, no!

Oh, Anthro... Why have you forsaken me?