Virtue is Highly Overrated

I've done a few shameful things in the name of fashion before today, but now I'm defacing (semi) public property.

It's raining. It started last night, it rained this morning and it's still raining now. Once we finally got up, we went to the gym. Seemed like a good idea at the time: the weather prevented us from doing anything more interesting outdoors and we could feel virtuous, right?

I was on the elliptical exercising my newest skill - reading on the elliptical without getting dizzy and falling off - when it happened. There aren't many magazines at my gym, especially if you've had your fill of news already, so I've been reading back issues of a magazine called More, which I'd never heard of but is apparently aimed at women in my age group (40+).

So I'm reading, and there's this picture of Lili Taylor, who I like, wearing a jacket that I immediately covet. I think about it for maybe 5 seconds before carefully tearing the page out of the magazine and folding it gently in my towel. Maybe 5 seconds.

I require this jacket. The actual one in the photo looks like the fabric is quilted, or at least textured, but I wouldn't mind just doing it in a stripe. It's the general shape that I like, and the zip pockets, and the contrast bands. Oh, and by the way, her shoes.

After we got home, I was going to actually take the picture into the back room and start futzing around, but instead I traced a set of PJs out of the December 2006 BWOF for either a September birthday gift (or a Christmas present, depending on my motivation).

Ah, virtue, I'll miss you ... while I'm wearing my extremely fabulous jacket.