*The real street was covered in snow, so this drawing will have to do. In line with my New Year's Resolution, I've been on the lookout for ways to utilize some of the items in my closet that don't get much play. Since I was looking for a way to spice up basics (jeans, white tee, black ankle boots), I figured I needed something a little over-the-top. The purple velvet blazer was a random thrift find that I only
Nina over at Femme Rationale tagged me almost a week ago, and I'm finally getting around to taking care of biz'ness: 10 Things I Love 1. God, family, friends, cat, The Boy, etc. They all get lumped together 'cuz this should be obvious. 2. Sleeping in the sunshine 3. Ice cream. Any time of year, any time of day. 4. Dancing. Everything from baroque ballet to shaking booty at random in the club. 5. Purple 6. My iPod. I refuse to go
These Guiseppe Zanotti heels are currently 36% off at Couture Zappos. They are only available in my exact size. They are snakeskin and lace up with a minimal yet distinct open toe and a covered platform. In short, they are exactly what I've been looking for. Is this a sign? Or is it a test? I'm in agony over here. What would you do?
After attending Obama's swearing-in yesterday, I really felt the need to represent the US! While the steps of Cincinnati's City Hall aren't exactly the White House, I didn't want the feeling of being in DC among the exuberance and excitement of the inaugural events to end. I decided to put my best quasi-political foot forward in red, white, and blue stripes, red ankle boots, and a beribboned porkpie hat. For me, the magnitude of yesterday can be
I'm on my way to DC for the inauguration! Okay, technically, it's not the inauguration--it's the swearing in. I doubt I'll be able to see anything important, but I really wanted to be there amidst the love and excitement. So, since I have a long bus trip ahead (yes, that's right: bus. Pray for me.) I spent some time (read: 20 minutes. Because I procrastinate. I'm the queen of "Eh, that can wait.") considering what to pack. I need to be comfy (10
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