It was curtains yesterday for an Unfortunate Fashion Victim who made the scene at 7th and Montana wearing what appeared to be her drapes. "Get a load of that," I said, as the woman made her way across 7th Street, "She's wearing her living room curtains." Indeed, her skirt -- a shimmering, ankle-length train wreck-- had so many pleats and swoops it looked like she pulled it straight off the valance. "All that's missing is a pull chord so she can turn it into a mini-skirt," said Susan, dryly. Perhaps, like a modern day Scarlett O'Hara, she was using her last remaining possession, her curtains, to save her plantation from foreclosure. Unfortunately, that look went Out with the Wind ...!