As if y'all needed the confirmation, but we have it, because I sent Manolo a shot of me in my Manolos, and he wrote back and said I am the super fantastic girl! Take THAT, fuckin' Paris Hilton.

So Greta and I, speaking of the super fantastic, were downtown today for one of her foloup Lasik appointments when we drove up to Oak Street, the part of Chicago's Mag Mile where the Prada, Louis, Gucci, Tod's, etc. is. We went there because EWK had given me a well-loved, well-worn black leather swing coat with blonde fox fur collar as a Christmas gift, and I want to sell it to a resale shop, so thinking the fur factor would kick up the value a notch, I picked the swankiest one I could find.

Yeah, no such luck; not only is there not a call for black leather swing coats with fur collars yet, but this one's beat down, and the woman wouldn't be interested in it, anyway. I guess a resale shop in NWI it will be, after all.

However, we did pop into the wonder drugstore of the universe, Bravco, where I purchased myself this for $18.99, and by God, I think we have a wax that will finally keep my hair textured without looking all gummy. Huzzah! And I totally want to go back to Oak Street, if not to just figure out new things I want to start hunting for on eBay when I stop being quite as poor as I am right now.