ON THE WATERFRONT


Spent some Q.T. with the dawg yesterday wandering around the edges of Burlington. The skies threatened all day but never quite opened up.

I got my tasseled bag in the mail the other day and, although i love the style, its "vintag-y smell" is more like the smell that wafts off a lifetime smoker's belongings. . . you know how you can tell which brownies at the bake-sale come from a smokers home? Well, this bag is what they were transported in. Any suggestions?