First fire of the season in the fireplace. Bolognese sauce simmering on the stove. September Vogue on my lap. House Hunters International on the television. (Are you impressed by my multitasking?)

Can I just tell you how much I love the fall advertisements in the September issue of Vogue? All the shiny new things to covet? All the glamorous campaigns?

Perhaps you are doing a quick calculation. It's October. Which means that the Vogue is...two months old. That's right. I 'm all about the library. Because there's not a damn thing to read in Vogue, so it's just not worth buying. I just like to look at the pictures. Like Playboy for chicks, I suppose. Except in Playboy, the articles are really good.