Project Philadelphia

Thursday was a good errand-running day here in Philadelphia. (If by "good," one ignores the icy rain and freezing temperatures.) I found my way to the shops not far from the hospital for grippy hairbands, a laundry bag and various other items. (And, thanks to a call from Margaret/Hilton, I knew where not to go when looking for underwear.)

I also offer up a picture of Susan in her hospital room. Don't let the picture fool you - Susan spends most of her time smiling despite the circumstances. In this particular picture, she just chose to express her disdain over one particular problem - hospital fashion.

For those of you who don't know, Susan is a slave to fashion. I, alone, have seen her experiment with newsboy caps and J-Lo style jumpers. (She is nothing if not bold in some of her choices.) Having to spend most of the day in a hospital gown has been ... unfortunate. Plus, after the surgery, Susan is going to have to change most of her closet. There won't be any more v-necks, tubes or cleavage-bearing tops for our Suze. So, if you are still wanting to do something for our girl, she is going to need a lot of boat neck tops.

Susan would never be one to let something like a heart transplant get between her and a chic wardrobe.

- Laurel