Right after lunch at Frenchette yesterday, I ran into a hair stylist with whom my sister consistently works. As per usual, I assumed he thought I was Coco, and so, before he could even say hello, I introduced myself. As it turned out, he knew who I was and informed me that my sister was actually shooting across the street. What a crazy coincidence! But, well, then again, not really, as we are always unwittingly showing up at the same places, wearing the same clothes, etc, etc. Such was the case the other day, with both of us breezing around in the same lovelies, above (, too). P.S. We also recently bought these same pieces, 2500 miles apart, by sweater (we both snagged on sale in pink!) and .