I'm kind of mad at Olivier Theyskens.

Let me respond to three reader questions right now, while I'm thinking of it, at the very top of my post. First, yesterday's clothes are from Old Navy, some from the regular women's department and some from the women's plus department, because at the moment I straddle the two categories, which is great for me but means that those of you who fall firmly into one category or the other may be disappointed. Second, two weekends ago I wound up baking chocolate chip cookies from Definitely RA's recipe, and oh my god, they were the best cookies I've ever had, and I seriously did not know that anyone except a professional chef was capable of baking such wonderful cookies. Third, we don't know yet what we're going to get in terms of wedding rings, but I'm thinking of this, which matches my engagement ring, and then Torsten would get a wider version of the same thing.

Okay, I think that addresses all the questions I've been meaning to answer, but if I'm wrong and you have a burning question that requires a response, please say so in the comments and I will do another roundup soon. No promises as to exactly when, though, given that one of the questions that I just answered was asked in April and it's now June.

Oh, and speaking of? Yeah, it's June. June meaning the first month of summer, meaning less than five months until the wedding, meaning the first month of having every other Friday off instead of just one per month, meaning squabbles at night because I want to turn on the fan (ON MY SIDE OF THE BED. POINTED ONLY AT ME) and Torsten doesn't want me to turn it on because he claims he can feel the wind (NOT TRUE).

Unfortunately, June does NOT mean parathyroid surgery, because my surgeon's assistant was not able to move up my appointment. Despite my repeated (but polite) badgering. But actually I'm okay with that, because the surgery is scheduled for July 1, which is a Tuesday, and then July 4 is that Friday, and since it's a holiday that would normally be my Friday off, I get Thursday July 3 off instead, which means that I only have to use two days of personal time for the surgery and I should be all better and ready to go back to work the following Monday.

So it works out well, and I've decided to be very zen about this whole thing and not worry about the scar and if I have a scar on my neck in my wedding photos, so it goes and the world won't end. (P.S. I learned this zen attitude from Stephanie, who is a super planner like me and yet has managed to transform herself, over the past few months, into this totally laid-back, roll with the punches kind of girl who moves on with her life without getting hung up on the things she can't control. I admire her transformation and desire to emulate it.)

Oh and while we're on the subject of complete and total randomness? Let's briefly discuss the whole Sarah Jessica Parker SATC dress debacle. For those of you who haven't heard and don't feel like clicking the link, when SJP selected her dress for the New York movie premiere, she specifically asked the designer, Olivier Theyskens of Nina Ricci, if it had been worn on the red carpet before, and he assured her that it had not. He personally assured her of this, and then the day after the premiere, a photo surfaced of him standing next to Lauren Santo Domingo wearing the exact same dress at the Met Ball earlier that month.

The point is, he lied to her. And yes, we're talking about a dress and several cases of wounded vanity. But if I were SJP, I'd be pissed, and probably more than she is. She is known as a trendsetter, a fashion icon on the very cutting edge. The New York premiere of the SATC movie was the biggest possible stage for this. She asked the designer himself to assure her that she would be the first to wear the dress on the red carpet, and he flat-out lied to her face about it. That's a pretty big deal to me.

And the worst part is, he didn't have the grace to admit it afterward, to apologize for his error in judgment, send her a fantastic apology gift, and then move on. Instead, he pretended like he thought that what he had done was totally acceptable, acting like Lauren Santo Domingo doesn't count as "on the red carpet" because she isn't that famous (which I'm sure she appreciated reading--and also, it doesn't matter WHO is wearing if if someone is wearing it on the red carpet, specifically at an event as high-profile as the Met Ball) and being dismissive of people who noticed by asking if everyone looks at Style.com as though that's a bad thing (a tad hypocritical coming from a fashion designer).

I mean, come on, dude. The woman asked if anyone had worn the dress on the red carpet before because she knew what a big deal this was. You yourself know that there is way more to who wears what on the red carpet than just a pretty dress--this is a business, the bottom line is profit, and exposure means everything and is sometimes contractually obligated. You yourself KNEW that this event was a big deal, and you KNEW that if you answered the question honestly, she wouldn't wear the dress. And so you lied, and you got what you wanted, and now you are being a sleaze about it, and I hope as a result that celebrities who could be making you tons of money by shilling your clothes on the red carpet in the future choose to go with a different designer instead.

Am I alone in this? I mean, I realize--as does SJP herself--that this is a tempest in a teapot, but fashion icons and the red carpet are what this guy's career is about, and SJP's as well, particularly when it comes to her role on SATC. I can't be the only one who thinks he's only compounding the damage by trying to make her look petty for being irked. Or am I? What are your thoughts?