Do you remember The Official Preppy Handbook? When I was 13 I flipped through those pages, whilst clad in my kelly green and navy rugby shirt with whale belt and Pappagallo bag, dreaming of a preppy boyfriend to have a preppy baby with and settle in a preppy home. What was it about those god-awful plaid pants that I found attractive? Maybe I dreamed of being a WASP because I came from the less prestigious set of MUTTS.

But who wouldn't want to be living a privileged life, standing by the swimming pool in the perfect shade of pink, holding a pure bred of some sort, and speaking through the teeth with proper Neutral American Speech? Which is, I guess, why the runways are flooded with the new & improved vision of prepster. The recipe for success in this equation? Hot, Italian, twenty-something models! (me likey!)

In truth, this all came about when I saw "an audaciously preppy den" in Domino magazine where it looks like large scale grosgrain ribbon is lining the walls. Very cool and interesting... it makes me want to run out and buy a white, fluffy toy poodle and name her Muffy!