Fall Fell, or How Many Hours Until Friday Night?

No Telling
If I were any sexier it would put your eyes out. I’ve waited a long, hot Arkansas summer to slip into something a little more comfortable, and I found it at Land’s End. The price? Completely ridiculous.

Flannel, baby. The granny nightgown of your dreams.

In fact, I’m so crazy in love with this evening wear, that I may just loll around all weekend in this or the kicky solid-red number that came with it. The only thing better than one flannel nightgown is two. You know it’s true.

The wind is howling cool and the leaves are dropping. Finally. All I need now is a good soup recipe and Big Fat Novel.