Beach chic?

I had to go to a social function at our country club this evening where the attire was beach chic. I've never heard of that before, and considering it was really freaking cold outside, I opted for my black Jessica's and not sandals.

SHOPPING CORNER

Black asymetrical zip front leather trimmed vest, white button front silk tunic, damask pattern leggings.  Black Jessica's.

THE WEATHER REPORT

It was super cold and windy!!!

JEWELRY DARLING

Not any jewelry, just a baby pink and black silk scarf with Chanel written in white.

The difference between need and want...

My husband says that I don't know the difference between need and want.  I can usually find a need for the things that I want.  I guess to me they are one in the same.  Does that mean he's right?  Don't tell him that...

SHOPPING CORNER

Color blocking is really hot this season.  I have a chiffon sleeved, color blocked, zip up.  I love the bright blue on the cuffs.  It has a Mondrian esque feel to it, making it feel super modern.  I paired it with a slightly see through black T and a pair of dark grey drawstring pants that are gathered at the ankle.  Love these pants. Super cute and comfortable.  Very in right now.

Silver sequined stack espadrille wedges on my feet.  My sons favorite pair of my shoes.  I wear them to his baseball games.  They are good luck!

THE WEATHER REPORT

Our weather has been bipolar lately.  I think that's why I got so sick.

THE MAKE UP COUNTER

I wore a nude face today.  When my son took this picture he said I needed to put more of my face on.  Everybody is a critic!

Back in Black

Getting my hair done on Tuesday really took it out of me.  I was so sick.  I thought I was going to have to get help with my family.  I could not stop being dizzy and spacing out.  I probably need to qualify the previous statement.  More dizzy and spaced out than normal.  

Turns out I had a nasty virus and double ear infections.  It wasn't just the bleach.  The worst part of it was the fever kicking my rear.  Up and down, freezing cold and sweating hot.  

Anyway.  I spent the last 5 days in and out of bed.  Mostly in it than out of it.  I didn't even get to Target.  I saw Melodee and she said that she knew I must have been sick because I had not been in.  

So here I am in my Willy Smith maxi skirt and Scandaliscious dolman sleeve top with Swarovski crystal tank underneath.  I wore this because I was sick of being in my yoga pants and jammies and wanted to be cute and comfy.  

New Hair Day!

New hair day!  

Really just the same old hair with updated color...that hasn't grown in a year!  I am not joking.  We took the kids to London and Paris last summer.  And London ate my hair.  I brought my straightener with the UK adapter thinking it would be fine.  It wasn't.   After getting shorted out at the wall I had to trash it.  I was sorry to see it go.  My old friend.  We did many a hair do together and I wasn't sure how I was going to make it through the rest of the trip.  I was forced to buy one off the street.  My hair hasn't been the same since.   Actually, it is EXACTLY the same as it was.    

It hasn't grown an inch.  

Today I wore a maxi dress, white cardi and a red white and blue Chanel scarf.  Michael Kors espadrille wedges.

Scary Spice?

I might just scare away this beautiful Sun.   My legs are hyper white (in this super short dress).  I need some rays if I'm going to dare bare these, without embarrassment by summer!

Here is Sparky, and his new hairdo trying to steal my shot.

THE WEATHER REPORT

JEWELRY DARLING

THE MAKE-UP COUNTER

 

I'm so glam I bleed glitter...

You wouldn't know it by looking at me but I am part Native American Indian.  One look at my kids and you would not doubt it to be true.  

I love turquoise, the stone - not the color. I really like leather.  Every color and every hide.  I like natural textures.  Feathers speak to me.  Could it be my heritage speaking through me?  I would like to think so.  As far back as I remember, my grandpa would jump around, chant, and rain dance in his yard.  I could always picture him in full dress (although I never saw him in anything but his cowboy hat).

But I think the real reason is that, like him, I am more than a little flamboyant.  Last year one of my Facebook status updates read "I'm so glam I bleed glitter."  But what do you expect from someone who earned the nickname Miss Priss at a young age?  

I used to drive my poor mom crazy, because I would change my clothes at least twice a day.  Then I would change into my jammies for bed.  After I got changed for bed I would dress and rotate my dolls.  Even my barbies had new seasonal wardrobes.  I would mix and match their outfits with their beautiful high heel shoes and matching hat boxes.  

Any time we went on a trip, I would pack up my dolls and barbies and all of their ensembles.  It's a sickness.  I was infected at an early age...  

And my husband wonders why I require an extra suitcase when we travel.  I need one just for my shoes.  

SHOPPING CORNER

Black leggings, square sequined black tank, sheer white tribal motif blouse trimmed in leather.  Sam Edelman tribal stack sandals with pencil heel.

THE WEATHER REPORT

JEWELRY DARLING

THE MAKE-UP COUNTER

Update:

The dance was fun.  My daughter had a good time.

Didn't post about my clothes yesterday.   Here are my new BCBG babies.

Pretty in Pink!

My beautiful daughter is going to the Sadie Hawkins dance at her high school tonight.  When I found out that she had a date and was going I was super excited for both of us.  Her because she was going and me because I was going to help her pick out THE DRESS.   

That night she had dinner with her dad.  She spilled the beans to him that she wanted to go with her girls, and I wasn't part of the equation.  He told her to let me down easy, that my feelings would probably be hurt.  He was right.

I felt like she put a stake through my heart when she said she didn't want me to go shopping with her.  I mean come on!  That's totally in my wheelhouse!  That is the one thing in my life that I know I can do right.  

I gave it some thought and decided this was a rite of passage for teenagers and let go of any hurt feelings. I relinquished having control and agreed...

Fast forward two weeks later.  I get a call from my daughter.  She needs me to take her shopping for THE DRESS.  She and her girls couldn't make schedules sync up.  

I tried to contain my overjoyed self.

I could have at least kept up the cool facade.  I would have been fine, but my jumping up and down while screaming gave me away.

I told you that story, so I could tell you this one...

My darling daughter and I were going shopping for - THE DRESS.  Before my giddiness could set in, she sat me down to go over the rules.  She only wanted black and/or gold.  That's a period. And...

1.  Nothing long

2.  Nothing with sparkles (How am I going to do this?  Shudders at the thought of nothing sparkley.)

3.  Nothing with ruffles

In my head I thought "dear fashion God's, does a dress like this even exist?"

I did my best to bring her everything she asked for.  I was doing a great job.  We put some dresses on hold and were on our way out of the store when she did a 180 in front of me.  It almost gave me whiplash.

I could see her dreamy eyes staring at something.  And it looked like that something was wonderful.  

Imagine my surprise when I saw what it was.  

And isn't she?  Pretty in pink.