First, Blogorelli fires a salvo across the bow of Vera Bradley-toting, khaki-wearing Bostonians. Beth responds with a hail of Boston fashion lovin'.

Now Blogorelli returns fire with Boston fashion violation notices you can print out:

...Slip one under your co-worker's blotter when she's in the bathroom putting on more bronzer. Give one to that special guy whose bare feet make you shudder. Throw some out the window in the financial district. Or use sticker paper and affix to the window of a store selling Vera Crapley merchandise...or, better yet, to someone carrying said offending bag. (P.S. you do this and send me a photo via, well, there might just be a reward in store.)

Fight the man...especially if he needs some grooming.

Beth reads this snark about Boston fashion (involving Vera Bradley bags and crusty Sox caps) and wishes to have a word with the author:

...Know what? I don't even know what a Vera Bradley bag looks like. I couldn't pick it out of a lineup. And I like the crusty Sox caps (and it's not just guys who wear them, either). Frankly, the "look" of the people is just another one of the many, many reasons I never want to leave the Boston area--I never want to walk into a little Mom and Pop pizza joint, anywhere, where there aren't crusty Red Sox caps to be seen. ...

She proceeds to describe the particular styles she sees on the T and says she never gets tired of any of them.

Blogorelli comes back from a mid-day walk around town and concludes Boston style could be defined thus:

... Men: Red Sox ball caps, the crustier the better / Women: Vera Bradley bags / General: An overall and baffling love of the colors navy & khaki.