While staring at the shelf of Manolo Blahnik Carolynes my mission became fuzzy. I had walked into Neiman's determined to walk out with one pair of camel colored four inch Manolo Blahnik Carolyne heels. When I arrived at my destination, I was confronted with an unexpected twist. They only make the camel in the three inch. Well, this year at least. ( Read more... )

Everybody knows I loathe Mondays. I'm sure most people do. The only thing that makes it better is that I have yoga in the evenings. I actually look forward to running a couple of miles and then going to yoga. It relaxes me and makes me feel better about the week for at least the next few hours ( Read more... )

I think I may be allergic to Prada. Which really sucks. Now I have Prada shoes and I'm certainly not allergic to them. Same with the Prada purses. But yesterday I tried on a new Prada perfume and the more I think about it, I think it's the culprit. At least I hope so because I've banished it from sight, washed everything, and am just getting ready ( Read more... )

I've neglected my blog of late. Not because my life has been oh-so-thrilling. But I've just been lazy. Ok, randomness.
I watched the movie "Maria Full of Grace" this afternoon. It's a very good film, the kind that stays with you hours after it ends. I know many of you don't care for subtitles, but if you can make an exception, it's very worth it.

This has nothing to do with Vera Bradley, who is a bitch. Now I know Vera Bradley devotees will write me and tell me she isn't a real person ( Read more... )

Don't you just hate it when people say to you "let's get together sometime," or "you should stop by sometime"? Or maybe you like it, I don't know. But I don't. Now I am guilty of it myself but ever since I came to this realization I have made a conscious effort to stop saying that to people I care about. When acquaintances or people you bump into ( Read more... )

Task Number One ( Read more... )

And it looks like I've lost 10 pounds. I feel healthier. But I'm losing my ass. And for those who know me, you know I have (or had) a great ass. A fabu-ass as some people have said. I'm not being vain, it's true. But alas, it's fast disappearing. My waist has whittled away too so I can't complain too much but I'm not filling out my jeans like I ( Read more... )