Leather makes a not-so-brief appearance. Last week I slipped on a pair of leather H&M  shorts I purchased back in the spring of 2009.  Needless to say, they didn't fit.  The physical changes of "becoming a woman" stood right there in front of me in my mirror, as told by my leather shorts.  Lucky for me, there's such thing as elastic waistbands, and fitted leather shorts can easily be cast into the donate pile along with other bad choices.

After admiring racks of clothing last week pre-GovBall at Rebecca Minkoff, I came into possession of these shorts.  A departure from denim and the light leather track shorts I've been wearing around the apartment.

Sure, New York temperature-rising will make me break a sweat, but that's what the perforations are for.

P.S. (again) Come join me TONIGHT for happy hour drinks at The Mondrian SOHO (9 Crosby Street) from 6-9PM.  I'm hosting an event with Dagne Dover x NMRKT.  Please RSVP@NMRKT.COM.