I seem to have a fatal attraction for colourful muumuus, which should be all you need to know to understand why I had to buy this Etro tunic. It was only $50. I had to. It looks like the sort of thing a Real Housewife would wear to the beach on St. Barths – or wherever nouveau riche ladies with aspirations of Bravo TV fame vacation – so I have no idea where I might wear it. I mean, does “summer weekend in Edmonton” count? For what it’s worth, I wore it to go on a bookstore-and-sushi date with my husband.
It was pretty awesome. I refrained from buying dubious literature (as an incentive to continue writing my own dubious literature – I need all the encouragement I can get) in favour of something that might actually, well, help me write better. Maybe. We’ll find out next year. In the meantime, here’s another photo of my fawncy Italian silk muumuu.