I have the mid-summer dull drums. Perhaps it’s cabin feaver. The pools too hot. The air is thick and steamy. I could go on complaining about the heat in Phoenix, but I won’t. Naturally I turn to shopping to make me feel better. It’s either that or cocktails, shopping won’t make me fat. Today, I am beating the heat in Level 99 boyfriend shorts, Club Nico gladiators a Gibson flowy lace applique tank and a flipped bird carry all bag. There, now that feels better.