Every few years or so I find myself overcome with the urge to get my WASP on, and I fear we may be approaching such a period now. I want to be one of those girls with hair always perfectly in place, nail polish intact and stockings un-rutted. My style icon will be Olivia Palermo (I must confess I have become a pathetic addict of The City. Ugh.)
My money will be plentiful and old. I will wear pearl and marcasite stud earrings and grey cashmere sweaters. I will not give a honking laugh when I find something amusing, but rather smile serenely. This is the new me. You wait.