The Muse: Scenes From an Italian Restaurant

 My friend Jen and I have been saying we're going to go out for pizza for over a month now, and finally last night we made it happen. Her boyfriend, inexplicably doesn't like pizza, luckily I'm around to pick up the slack. Providence Coal-Fired Pizza has only been open about six months, but seem to be doing a booming business at the corner of Westminster and Aborn, Downtown. As a bonus is you aren't completely satisfied by your pizza expereince and are looking for desert, its also located in proximity to the Satin Doll. We opted to stay there and have the butterscotch pudding instead. I cannot say enough good things about coal fired pizza. Everything I hate about brick oven pizza, the leathery texture, the burnt taste, the dried out sauce and cheese, or the reverse soggy toppings swimming on dried out crust are solved. It was satisfyingly chewy while still crisp and very flavorful. It was also just enough for two people to split. Also I would highly recommend the coal fired wings, they are unlike any I've ever tried. We sat at the bar and enjoyed the company of the delightful Jenny behind the bar, whose husband manages the restaurant. Then just because we couldn't go home too early on a Tuesday night we met up with the fabulous Kristen Minsky, who along with Jen is one of the fabulous Tropigals and had drinks at Roots while listening to some open mic jazz. Providence is the kind of town where even a Tuesday night can be fantastic. Even the drive home had a dramatic flair, as I was crossing the wooden bridge on Rawson Road in Cumberland I had to stop because a couple of boys ad stolen all the political signs from the neighborhood and lined them up across the bridge so you couldn't drive across. When my car pulled up the ran for the car and peeled out. Luckily I grabbed a pen and took their license plate down. I was mightily put out by having to exit my vehicle in heels at 11:30 at night to remove all nine signs so I could drive home, you better believe I called the police as soon as I got home to make the bastards pay. Those heels are suede, and not meant for manual labor.

 Dress: vintage, Shelton Stroller, via Club Vintage
Belt: no brand name, thrifted via Goodwill
Shoes: Chinese Laundry, thrifted via Into the Wardrobe
Purse: vintage, inherited from my mother
Necklace: ShopHollyDolly