Welcome Back, Givhan

Holy Balzac people.

Surely a sign of These Fashion Times, Robin Givhan - columnist for the Washington Post, follower of MObama, critic at large, and general badass - will be relocating from New York to Washington sometime before summer begins.

Now, many of those in our Nation's capital who regularly read Givhan's column might be surprised to hear that the Washington Post employs a fashion critic/columnist who doesn't actually LIVE in WASHINGTON.  

Hell...I was.

But no, she lives closer to my parents than I have since high school.  So, as soon as she sells that 1BR prewar co-op on the Upper West Side, she'll be moving south of the Mason Dixon.  

Actually, this could take longer than she thinks.  Co-op boards can be a real pain in the you know what.  Someone better have some serious cash capital and a very quiet pet-slash-child.

Ostensibly, this is so she can keep a close eye on the First Family and their fashion plate ways, but I also think it's a sign of how far DC has come fashion-wise.

Yes, we still have girls roaming Georgetown in huge sweatpants tucked into Uggs and popped collar shirts (ps what is UP with that?  Gross.) and women in short sleeved shoulder padded suits in sneakers taking the metro to work.  And Lord only knows when people will STOP. WEARING. ACRYLIC. FRENCH. MANICURES.  PLEASE.  STOP. IT. HURTS. MY. EYES.

On the other hand, we have Hu's Wear and Relish, our very own little Ikrams.  We have Inga's and Remix, two very cool secondhand stores.  We have Target and their gorge spin off lines which is accessible by public transportation.

So, welcome Ms. Givhan!  But you are nuts if you think you can get decent food delivery under 45 minutes.