HobokeNanny is no more, as I am no longer in Hoboken nor Manhattan, but rather well settled into Wheaton College and the greater Chicago area. Still getting my cosmopolitan fix by taking the train into Chicago nearly every weekend to explore the concrete jungle. Last weekend it was to try on beautiful dresses for an imaginary black-tie event in Italy in January at Nordstrom on Michigan Avenue with Sarah Catherine (room mate) and Molly (lovely friend down the hall). I decided on a short, fitted but tactful red sequined dress with a black bow waist, while Molly looked extraordinary in a dusty blue floor length beaded Grecian gown. Sarah Catherine, of course, mastered everything she put on, but the crimson silk Calvin Klein stole the show. We're headed back in December for Christmas shopping and then to try on gowns in Ralph Lauren, Gucci, YSL, and every other store we can fit into the day. But of course, we have to dress for that, which is quite a creative challenge in the frigid Chicago wind. Fortunately I have my grandmother's red plaid vintage Pendleton coat that makes every outfit fantastic.
The leaves have dripped from all but a few of the trees here (somehow it is only the yellow-leaved trees remaining) and in tonight's rain they sit in sodden piles on lawns and sidewalks alike. I am sitting on the couch in sweet Lauren's room a few doors down, listening to Sufjan Stevens and dreaming of a good chai tea. That's all for now, folks.