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Current Obsession: Indian Bridal Jewelry

Fueled by a newfound desire for dramatic necklaces (I'm usually an earring gal) and a late-night viewing of Kama Sutra: A Tale of Love (it's not what you think), I am now obsessed with traditional Indian bridal jewelry. As a result, I've spent many hours Googling and ogling (is it a coincidence that those words are so similar?) Kundan jewelry, mangalsutra, tikka, jhoomar, and all sorts of beautiful things I want to drape myself in for no apparent

Top 6 Denim: Good Jeans

After the Glamour.com feature, I started thinking about different ways to wear jeans. Luckily, my fellow bloggers provide plenty of inspiration! A few of my recent favorites: Karla of Karla's Closet styles her boyfriend jeans with a sheer blouse and killer sculptural heels. Scott Schuman's lens captured this man, who manages to make extra wide-legged skater inspired jeans look stylish. Marcella at Fashion Distraction lives in a climate where she can not only wear denim shorts in February,

Inspiration: The Original Blair

Yes, I watch Gossip Girl just as obsessively as everyone else even though I'm waaayyy past their target demographic age. But that also means I'm old enough to remember another bossy Queen B years before Ms. Waldorf came along--Blair Warner of The Facts of Life. Blair was a bossy, stuck-up, rich bitch who strutted around the campus of the exclusive Eastland School for Girls as if she owned the place--actually, I think at the end of

Inspiration: Witch One?

Are you a good witch or a bad witch? I was coerced into watching Disney's Enchanted, which wasn't the witty satire I expected it to be, but was fairly entertaining nonetheless.  Though I'm not really a pastels-and-flowers type of girl, I watched the end credits roll with an odd feeling of feminine power mixed with girlish vulnerability. One part of me wanted to sing and dance while cartoon birds circled my head and bunnies hopped around my