Yes, this is old news because it had already made its initial appearance on Instagram on consumption night, but it hadn’t made it to the Leopard, which was still necessary. Also, if you’re in Madison and you haven’t been to 43 North, go now.
Wild things went down at PFW this week. By wild I mean, perfect silhouettes, come-hither lace, and may I win the lottery so I can cuddle myself up in spotted fur coats eternally and never endure a painful polar vortex again. Ever.
It’s pronounced (ahhh-sa-ee). Because if I had to delve into the amount of times I corrected a gringo on their “no, it’s ak-ah-eee” sounding vocals, I wouldn’t know where to begin.
Crack brownies. Minus the crack.
Naturally, in my studious endeavors that include anything but a library, I decided that 35 degrees and sunny was reason enough to trek and explore.