My work location could not be more dangerous for an errant spender. Downtown San Francisco is a shoppers' mecca, and a danger to all with credit cards clutched in their grubby little paws. There is an Anthropologie in the same building as my office. It would enter the realm of pure, unadulterated evil if I could afford anything in it. As I can't, I just visit on my lunch hour. I drool on the racks until the salespeople shoo me away.



I want this dress. It's a gorgeous silk version of the $25 H&M dress I bought in New York two years ago. This is the grownup edition. Luckily, I'm not a grownup yet. Else I might feel bad for wearing rayon.