Now for the news of the week in review.
First, we visit the bustling metropolis of Salem, Oregon, as reported by the guardian:
Ah, there's a fashion critic worthy of the name.
I chose to share the Guardian's coverage and not that of a more local paper,
because I respect the demonstrated self-restraint of the headline writer.
Full disclosure: the owl in the picture is not the hero of the story, it's a stock photo.
Apparently the real Heroic Barred Owl with Taste in Hats exists but is camera-shy.
We move on:
Oh, do check this out. And remember, the recipient doesn't have to be an enemy in the military sense. Imagine a world in which hundreds and hundreds of people anonymously sent GLITTER to (insert name of fashion celebrity known for not watching the store). Now there's a lovely example of the medium being the message. Because, as those of you who've crafted with small children know all too well, glitter is an instrument of the devil. It gets everywhere and is very, very, very difficult to clean up. Like, impossible. Heh, heh, heh.
On the other hand, if everyone sent glitter to a military target... See? I really am working on bringing about world peace.
And finally, this:
and only then will ye get Ye StyleBook.
And after fretting (but only a little)
because we didn't hear from Farley Quondam Bard and Minstrel
not through Yule, not at Twelfth Night, not a whisper, not a twang,
we heard from Aideen, still the Wife of Farley.
The news was not good, or, at best, perplexing.
It will have to await another post.
Hang in there, at least February is short.