Toodles

 

I think I'm going to be wrapping this blog up for good.  I'm sure I'll create another one in the near future...but for now, I bid you adieu.

Sock Sick

WARNING! Do not read this post without easy access to a bathroom.  Or a barf bag.

So NYC Fashion Week is coming to an end.  All & all I was a bit unimpressed by most of the Spring 2012 collections, loving only a handful of them.  Now I could talk about what I loved until the cows come home...the chiffon, the pastels, the beautiful silhouettes, etc.  It's not what I loved that I feel the need to discuss, but the immergence of a potential trend that both horrifies and puzzles me...

 Oh holy hell.  Socks with heels!  Marc, what were you thinking?

 

 Feeling nauseous...

 Anna Sui's gone & done it too!  The socks are multiplying!  And the grand finale of socks...

Um Betsey?  I'm pretty sure this a Halloween costume.  Where's she going to put her candy? Ah maybe THAT'S what the socks are for...

In all seriousness, I don't think anyone with half a brain, or an ounce of style would attempt this sickening "sock" look.  But just in case, I must insist that all ladies out there leave their socks where they belong: hidden under pants!  Only school girls in saddles shoes and old men in sandals are allowed to show them off.

This has been a public service announcement.

All photos via Style.com

Straight From The Horse's Mouth

 

All images found via Pinterest

I am so excited for fall!  The crispy weather, the wide array of pumpkin flavored goodies, and most importantly...shopping for new clothes!  I can't wait to buy a few new pieces; especially of the equestrian variety.  Luscious leather boots, blazers with patched elbows & silky scarves can give any gal a lovely "just came from a ride in the country" look.  Without having to deal with a big smelly creature.  

Tory Birch Riding Boot

Rag & Bone Knit Blazer

Ralph Lauren Saddle Bag

 

Gucci Scarf

Still Turning...

...sorry for the hiatus! Hopefully the fall will bring much more blogging.

Lazy Days

I'm a bit...how you say...bored with blogging at the moment.  So I'm taking a little pre-summer break.

I'll be back once I think of something interesting to say. 

Dirty Pink Lemonade

I have a new favorite adult beverage, made with Pink Lemonade Vodka.  Every sip is pure summer!  Over the holiday weekend, I concocted a super easy recipe I'll simply call the Dirty Pink Lemonade.

1 1/2 oz. Pink Lemonade Vodka
2 oz. seltzer or sparkling water
A splash of pink raspberry lemonade

Serve on the rocks.

Cheers!

Blinded By The Light

I have a story for all the engaged & married ladies out there. Last week, a met a woman in her early thirties.  She was an unassuming Plain Jane-type...except for the ring finger on her left hand.  She wearing the biggest damned rock I've ever laid eyes on.  I'm talking about a diamond the size of a PENNY.

So there I was, ogling this huge penny-sized diamond ring and glancing at my very lovely (but fairly averaged-sized) diamond...and I couldn't help but feel a tad bit jealous. 

That same day, I saw this picture of Kim Kardashian's 22 carat stunner...

Whoa baby! That b*tch shouldn't be allowed to have a perfect bod, flawless skin, amazing hair and that ring.

But I digress.

Whether we care to admit it ladies, most of us have experienced "bling jealousy" at least once in our lives. We don't make this jealousy obvious of course. But if we see another gal's big & sparkly engagement ring, we're silently sizing it up to our own.  All while squealing, "Oh my God, it's gooorgeous!!!"

It's so incredibly silly. We should keep in mind that at the end of the day, ring size has no merit.  Heck, I'd go as far as saying that an obnoxiously huge rock is BAD luck for a marriage. 

Remember Jennifer Lopez & Ben Affleck circa 2003?

And remember the 6.5 carat, gumball-sized pink diamond Ben gave her?  And remember when they got married...oh wait, they broke up.  Where's your gumball now JLo?  Nanny nanny boo boo!

Next example: Liz Taylor & Richard Burton.

 
How can we forget the gi-normous Krupp diamond he bought her? It's a whopping 33 carats!  Unfortunately, all those carats couldn't save their marriages.  Yup I said marriages.  They screwed each other over twice.  Nicely done.

So I leave you with the most gorgeous ring on Earth...

Mine!  It's not 22 carats or the size of a penny, but it's beautiful and was bought with love.  My ring is my most cherished possession, and I wouldn't trade it for anything in the world. 

Well, maybe the Krupp.