The Divine is in the Details: Fashionista!

In this day and age, you may wonder how someone like Miss Edith gets any work done. How, you wonder, does a girl such as I have time to maintain perfectly manicured nails, prepare such fine meals for her adored one, and sit at her adorable little computer tap-tap-tapping these bon mots all the time without going mad? Absolutely barking mad, I mean?
I will grant you, it’s a problem.

Fortunately, come the occasional weekend when I need to let off steam, I have an outlet a few blocks from my home, and Notarius never minds a whit when I bounce out of the house on a Saturday morning to go to the Fashionista tag sale. Located in a secret location a mere five blocks from our little haus, with sales held sporadically, the Fashionista tag sale is one of my great joys of life here in New Haven. New Haven has never been a glamour capital, of course; but odd bits of starlight and exuberant frippery can be found in pockets of this city, and the ladies who run Fashionista reign over one such (fur-lined) pocket.

If any readers happen to find themselves walking around town one day and overhear locals talking about Fashionista, ask about it. Find out. Do some digging. Because if you are in Southern Connecticut and you feel you need more leopard print clothing in your life; you find you lack a sufficient supply of vintage sequined pasties to keep things interesting; you need a fur coat but don’t want to buy something new because you don’t like how they’re working the skins these days; you are attending a cocktail party and would like to wear a hat that boasts virtues having nothing whatsoever to do with warmth or protection from rain; then you need the Fashionista Tag Sale.

If you are lucky enough to figure out how to get there, tell them Miss Edith sent you. They will look at you quizzically at first, then greet you with open arms, offer you champagne, and drape you in the attire you desire. Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes…