henna day post

It's Henna Day, and I have the drippy henna on my head. In about half an hour I'll rinse it out. This weekend I've been making good progress on chapter 18. Also I gobbled down Eileen Davidson's second soap opera mystery, Dial Emmy for Murder (which I liked a lot better than her first one, Death in Daytime). I wonder why there are so many soap opera mysteries out there.

I managed to find some new black ankle boots at Aerosoles, and bought some cinnamon jeans at Ann Taylor and some Clinique products at Macy's, which yielded me a Clinique gift bag.

I've watched some Dark Shadows and that masterpiece of 1974 paranoia, The Parallax View, which features Earl Hindman (Bob Reid from Ryan's Hope) as a psycho cop who gets into a barroom brawl with Warren Beatty. Speaking of Ryan's Hope, I'm looking forward to this week's episodes. ( thirty-year-old spoilers )

I might go to Skylight this afternoon, though I don't REALLY need to buy more books. But, on the other hand, more books!!

books!

So I went to Skylight Books, where I bought the new Edmund White memoir about New York in the 1960s and 70s (novel research, and I can hardly wait to crack the covers) and Francine Prose's new book on Anne Frank. I always feel good buying books at Skylight, one of the few great independent bookstores left in LA.

Then I came home, and the Garage Kitty ran up and sang an aria to her great and tragic hunger, and I fed her salmon.