Can’t say I didn’t ask for it

About a squillion of you responded to my challenge to find a catalogue I couldn’t shop, and—as this photo makes abundantly clear—you really knocked it out of the park. In addition to which, you created the most amusing discussion thread in Girls of a Certain Age history. I’m feeling quite fortunate to have attracted such an lively and amusing Girl army, so please do stick around.

The winner gets a $50 gift card from our pals at Beso (which basically means any designer or store they’re affiliated with, which is, like, everyone). I’m calling noon tomorrow as the deadline for entries. And:  excitement! This contest has a Part II, with an even bigger prize. Stay tuned for details.

Crimes of Botox

I’m always up for a good did-they-or-didn’t-they plastic surgery feature, like this one from the Daily News. And I’m always surprised to see somebody like Cindy Crawford—who can afford the best and presumably knows who to ask—with a face full of really bad botox or fillers. When you’re Cindy Crawford, you need somebody who, after a sufficient number of injections, thinks, This is Cindy Crawford’s face; I’d better not fuck it up, then puts down the needle and calls it a day.