the sartorialist

i worked my first saturday today and it was nuts. because the market is right there outside the door, everyone comes in for coffee. today this included ellie and kat, ellie's friend olivia and (the icing on the cake) patrick grant, proprietor of norton and sons (savile row tailors, have worked with richard nicoll). i nearly vomited. he's so lovely and impeccably dressed and handsome and incredibly well-dressed and he's the englishman i want, no, need to marry. not sure that i made a good impression, sartorially i mean, in my leggings, coffee-soaked converse and breton tee. hopefully he comes back when i'm not working and am clean and shining and pressed, and in my tweed (i think he would appreciate). what a nerd i am.