Happy as a palourde

In case you haven't guessed, here's a definition: palourde.

And, unlike une palourde, I'll tell the world why I feel like Queen of the May. My boatnecks, black division, are now sitting pretty at two nearby shops I admire no end for what young Helen, my worldly 7-year-old neighbor and muse, calls their crativity: Clothware, in Harvard Square, and Perceptions, of Concord.

Not bad for a newcomer to the rag trade.

Will Utton Bay find favor with The Public? Here's hoping...