Last night Carey handed me a basically unworn Nanette Lepore skirt and demanded I hack it up for her. [I have a more steady hand than she.] It was too fringy for work and too long for seduction. Luckily it had overlapping layers, so I cut off a few tiers and, unless she walks over a windy subway grate, no one will be the wiser. I thought if Carey tied the excess piece around her head, it would be groovy; I call it bohemian burqa tease. Just don’t smoke.
It looked cool on Eli, too, but his brain pan is not nearly sufficient enough for a good tie. It did make me appreciate how round cats’ heads are. He needs a little more conical action on his dome piece for a good tie-on. He’ll have to stick to head gear with a chin strap for now.