First, I know I owe about 82 of you an e-mail. I'll respond sooner or later. I've just been busy running around Manhattan and don't feel like staring at a screen when I get home.

Spring and autumn, however, are when I realize that I wouldn't make a very good girl. My problem, you see, is that I don't have enough "good" jackets. By "good" I mean stylish and in Manhattan that's a perfect crime. My excuse is that I wear them out way too quickly. Most jackets simply aren't made for wheels. I also have to have a jacket that I can simply wash. You really wouldn't believe how dirty a jacket becomes after a day with mrw in the city. No. I'm serious. It ends up looking like something a homeless dude would reject.

I do have some faithful standbys that are all, of course, black. I rarely wear anything these days that isn't black. My CK raincoat? That I like. My black faux leather (complete with PETA "Fake for the Animals' Sake" patch) wore out in less than a month. My recently purchased black canvassy jacket? Wore a big hole in that last weekend. My black jean jacket? The cuffs now look like the fringe on Daisy Duke's shorts.

Fortunately it's raining tomorrow...