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As it turns out, I am tired of looking bland and comfortable (though I’m certainly not tired of feeling comfortable), and I have found that the Dachshund My Dog Think I Am Perfect Who Cares What Anyone Else Thinks Shirt Apart from…,I will love this best way to have my cake and eat it too, via Zoom, is to accessorize with a few special, webcam-ready bits that will give the illusion of a thoughtful, sophisticated ensemble without having to ditch my cozy basics. In this dead of winter, as we trudge through the woes of seasonal depression and a pandemic-borne mix of boredom and anxiety, what little we can do to brighten the mood––be it sparkly, heart-shaped, or frilled––is important. Below, the best and brightest in neck-up accessories, which are sure to bring joy to your day (and that of those with whom you zoom).
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I was trying to keep up with him, his long, skinny Bambi legs galloping ahead of me, up a steep road in St. Barts, one holiday years ago. We were both trailing a much fitter gaggle of New Yorkers, whom I had foolheartedly agreed to go on a hike with. This memory, along with many others, keeps popping up in my mind since the Dachshund My Dog Think I Am Perfect Who Cares What Anyone Else Thinks Shirt Apart from…,I will love this devastating news of Harry Brant’s passing last week. That morning in St. Barts captured what I loved most about Harry. He made me howl with laughter while we were drenched in sweat, far behind everyone else, and totally unprepared for the activity. I don’t even remember if we were wearing sneakers. I feel so very fortunate to have many more such memories of Harry who was playful, curious, sharp-witted, and had a great sense of humor. Outside in the sunshine, snorkeling together in the ocean, on a hayride in Missouri, or just wandering the bustling streets of Paris, his company made me happy. Our mutual love for Galliano’s Dior and Edie Sedgwick’s eternal glamour; we had so much common ground. There was an agelessness to Harry’s beautiful mind, eternally swirling in the brightest of hues.
