At a 2005 commencement address at Stanford University, Jobs shared the philosophy that drove him.

“Your time is limited, so don’t waste it living someone else’s life,” Jobs said. “Don’t be trapped by dogma — which is living with the results of other people’s thinking. Don’t let the noise of others’ opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.”

Its fall which means shopping and I have a new theme: I am stocking up my fashion and beauty pantry with cool effortless essentials because you never know who is going to send you a message on Facebook and come to dinner at your house, which is exactly what happened to me last Friday. While getting dressed to greet my old friend Gabriele, a guy I’ve only seen twice since we met in 1986 while spending the summer in Oxford, I realized that despite a closet full of pretty dresses, and makeup kits bulging with palettes I was missing the “I don’t try because I’m gorgeous like this all the time” pieces. My clothes are much too purpose oriented: party dresses, work cardies, yoga basics and my makeup is much to everyday. Even David who was whiplashed by the surprise visit and an extremely generous husband/host given that he had just arrived home from Dubai that morning kept looking at my dress options with a “Don’t you want to look more relaxed?” I got so annoyed with my closet I actually had to run next door to my neighbor in a lacy top DVF top and jeans ensemble that made me look like Leeann Rhimes and ask: Do I do thin and country singer or fat and trendy? Being  transplants from Williamsburg they made me change to a peasant top (re: fat and trendy) and now when I see the photos I feel like I should have done thin and country!

All in all the night was fun even though I was kicking myself for not taking the extra time when I had it to buy that seamless liquid eye liner, or for having walked past those sexy heels when they were on sale, and to not have ordered that amazing blouse on Ru LaLa. The recession and a happy marriage has done in my desire to seek out the chachacha and I realize I need clothes and makeup that are full of possibility.

Virginia may be for lovers but Montclair is fetishists—real estate fetishists that is. This town has an impressive inventory of beautiful homes. The kind that make you slow down and stare even while you have three rowdy boys in the back seat who are definitely hurting one another. I drive by with friends and we size them up like teenage girls at football game. “I like everything but the trim on that parapet and I would have used less copper piping…” kind of thing. And now one of my biggest house crushes is for sale!

I’ve been driving by and sighing past this house at least three times a week. It’s on the market for $1,395,000.00, taxes, $35,087.  When we first moved here me and my friend Stacie dove by it and I said, “That one, I’d live in that one.” She turned to me and asked, “Isn’t little heavy on the gables.” Clearly she forgot I am okay with gables having been Hester Prynne for Halloween the previous year.

You can keep ogling here.