There’s a rolling rack in my spare room that I save for works in progress. I call her the Rack. She is my holding station for options I am mulling, impulse buys that I need to return, and random inspiration pieces for things I am itching to make. But it is a little after New Year’s, wandering into awards season, when The Rack really earns her stripes. Nomination dinners, screenings, promotional parties, guild awards, and this year, joy of joys, the triple whammy of an invitation to the Oscars, the Governors Ball, and the Vanity Fair party. We have a good time, the Rack and I.