These boots were made for walking

I recently purchased these fantastigorical new boots from Steve Madden.

For $100.

I'm telling you this because fellow blogger-to-the-stars, Daily Ann-tidote, posted this morning about an adorable Anthropologie inspired Look For Less.

So I thought I'd share. Remember: sharing is caring.

did my filter take the day off?

Sometimes I don't know why I say things. Unacceptable sentiments fly out of my mouth like a bee from a hive. It is so hard being an Uptown Girl! I have many opinions that matter, but I don't really want to share them with everyone all the time. Hence the blog...

This afternoon I explained to two coworkers - male doctors - that I don't think men should wear pink. While they were both wearing pink ties!

My personal preferences are always often eventually converted into universally held beliefs, but this was not one of those important topics. I mean, I don't care if those coworkers wear pink. As long as I don't have to see a pink tie on a date or on a man I like (and I do mean like like, not just like), it really doesn't matter to me.

And yet, my filter was so fried today that at the very moment I needed it to sift out unnecessary commentary, it was busy malfunctioning! Time to get out of this place and go recharge and reboot the filter connecting my brain and my mouth.

Ummm anywho.... while we're on the subject... how do you feel about men in pink?

would you wear these?

Never.

I would never wear these

Slow and Steady Wins the Race sunglasses.

Interesting to view,

but not to look through.

That is one Uptown Girl's opinion.

Please do share...

are you a fan?

Do you want these on your dollface?

Do you dig it? Can you rock the casbah?

I hope to have at least one follower daring enough to don these fashion icons/fashion faux pas.

Whatever the case may be.

today's inspiration

This morning's hump-day post by Ann had a lovely painting by Pierre-Auguste Renoir.

When I saw that, all of a sudden I had my inspiration and went surfing the web for Renoir's paintings. It's right up my alley. I heart many many impressionist, post-impressionist, and expressionist paintings. I just gravitate towards them. When I seldom make it over to the Met, I prefer to stay put amidst the VanGogh's, Renoir's, Manet's, and Monet's.

So, since I've been blatantly stealing my post-inspirations from fellow rockstar bloggers, I'm posting pics of some Renoir's that speak to me today.
The Luncheon of the Boating Party. I want to be there right now. At that luncheon. In that painting. It looks like an uptown group of friends playing hooky from work... obvi. Maybe we are in Connecticut for the day chilling with our bestie, Alexis, who recently moved and now has oodles and oodles of acres all for her lonesome.


[aside: FYI, that's what an Uptown Girl does if and when she leaves the UES- she gets herself some land and some nature and a freestanding clawfoot tub in CT or NJ. Close enough to make it back to the homeland for time with her besties and visits to Alice's Tea Cup, but far enough to see the stars at night. Then, when she misses me too much, she will inevitably move back. Done and doner. And donest.]


In the painting, I think I'd fit right next to that dude from Williamsburg standing against the railing in his beater tank top and wearing Alexis' straw hat.
Oh, that brings me to the next painting...

The Dance at Bougival. This puts the funniest image in my head. I'm thinking... did this old-time uptown girl know she was dancing with a quintessential hipster? Is there an indie song playing? Could that poss be my nomadic brother behind that beard? Did Renoir and his cronies start the whole hipster trend back in their olden times?

What is inspiring you today? Do you have some paintings that stick in your mind like gum on my Prada heels? tme [remember tme=tell me everything]!

My final "costume"

I went as a Shadow.

Dressed all in black. Black eye makeup. Black(gray?) lips.

It was a revival of my costume from 8th grade. Obvi.

At the age of 13, I went as a shadow and my brother was "The Crow". I was a little more creative the first time: actual black lipstick and black spray for my hair. In reality my Crow-bro and I had the same exact costume. He didn't even carry a crow. Lamespice. Oh middle school Halloween costumes... slash revivals of the same bad costumes... sigh.

Ok to my brother's 6th grade costume defense, the real "Crow" looked just as silly.

so many options, so few actual ideas

Halloween is fast approaching and I still don't know what to be*. Besides glamorous and important, but that goes without saying.

It is a big holiday for me, and the costume is of course clutch. I'm hitting a road block. And I don't like this indecision one bit.

So, here I am. Four days until lift-off. Sans ideas. And that's where you (my loyal public) come in... please help me!

I have some specs, obvi.

1. My costume should be simple to put together- aka if I need to purchase something it should be easy to obtain and fairly low-budget. I mean, I'd rather spend my money while out celebrating the holiday than on the costume itself.
2. My costume should be clever (preferably). I like anything that is a play on words, but not so complicated that no one understands it. Last year I went as Facebook. Strangers wrote messages on my back (FB Wall) all night. And I listed my age as 21. That was a perk.
3. My costume should be flattering to the figure but not slutty. You know, all the other girls have that covered. Slutty nurse, slutty superhero, slutty blogger, slutty prostitute. It's passe.
   
   

My youngest sister suggested that I go as Kate Gosselin from Jon&Kate+Eight. Our convo went like this:
Lil Sis: Can I have your blessing to dress up like Facebook this year?
UG: You have my Uptown Girl stamp of approval [ **UG APPROVED**]. Any ideas for me?
Lil Sis: A girl in my class is dressing up as Kate from J&K+8. You could do that.
UG: That is so mean and sad! Plus the hairdo...
Lil Sis: I know, I know, but its funny.

I declined. And let me just say that I am expecting a lot from you bloggers. There are quite a few of you loyal fans that make yourselves known and others out there that lurk [read: read the post but don't comment]. If there is a time to comment with an idea, that time is now. Any idea you have is appreciated!!!!

*disclaimer- I am a grown woman that likes to dress up on Halloween, yes. But this is NYC, it is a big thing. It is a huge night for going out. In my hometown the holiday is for kids only, but here it is for us grownups. And I do use the term grownup loosely.

A Boot-y Update

I tried on boots this week at my shoe store of choice in any given situation: Bandolino. And the experience confirmed my suspicion. I need to stick to that mid-calf height. Beautiful Bandolino had a pair of boots that I just loved but they happened to hit just below the knee (not mid-calf). I tried them on (because I'm oh so open-minded). And something just wasn't right. I ran through the list of problems and it came down to this: the height of the boots was super duper un-flattering. They made me look fat.

In case you think that sounds ridiculous, you are wrong and I will explain my rationale... basically the point where the boots hit shortens the look of my legs. My legs end up looking very very short and the eye is drawn up to my hips and middle section. Which is a bit curvy to put it nicely. I'd hate to offend my curvy midsection as it seems to have a vendetta against me to begin with.

So, my hunt for the perfect ideal fall boot continues. I took Anna's advice and purchased some Target boots online today. I decided that for $34.97, and considering the decent boot-user reviews, it couldn't hurt to make the plunge and get a pair of cognac mid-calf boots that are cheap and not real leather and actually biodegradable. I feel my carbon footprint disintegrating as I type this. At the very least I will get to try them on and either return them or freecycle them. Or if they fit well, I will have a pair of boots to hold me over until I buy some nicer ones that can withstand NYC weather (cold November rain).

On a side note, how sad is it that I have to shop Target online because there are no stores in Manhattan? I just shed a tear on behalf of New Yorkers everywhere. We are a Targetless island. But, alas, it is the weekend so I'll have to save the complaining for its rightful time and place: my Monday morning commute.

hunt for black leather october

As the Uptown Girl that I am, I of course need to set the example for fall fashion. My public looks to me for guidance in this very department (among other/all departments), obvi. But, blogger friends, I have a tiny confession to make.

Please brace yourself and try not to think less of me when you read this...


I am in need of boots. And a new purse. Shocking, I know.


I'd like some flat boots that hit mid-calf. Although I'd like them in a yummy reddish-brown color, it seems more practical for my everyday sophistication to instead seek and purchase black boots*. Leather. Do you ever go into Aldo's or some other shoe store that sells loads of leather boots and just go around smelling all that real leather? Neither do I. That would be weird.


As for the purse, I'd like something practical while still chic. The problem with my current collection is that my bags are either too big or too small, and those that are the right size are too heavy for my dainty frame even when empty (and i do tend to carry way too much crap in my purse regardless of size). Like Goldilocks, I'm looking for a bag that is just right. Right size, neutral color, convenient pockets, and impeccable style.

What I've researched via online shopping has been very promising. But I want to try on the boots before buying, and see the quality of both the boots and purse in real life. I just don't trust that the item will be as spectacular in person as it is in the airbrushed online photo. And my feet are a work of art. Original and in need of that perfect fit. I developed a new habit awhile back in which I do not buy shoes unless they fit well and are comfortable. It has drastically changed my shoe shopping and my closet.



I also do not buy a shoe or any accessory or piece of clothing unless I love it. When I'm in that dressing room admiring myself in some outfit I'm trying on in the 3-way mirror, I often remark "like-not-love". That determines whether or not I will make the purchase. I grew sick and tired of buying and then not wearing. Tired of seeing that item that I liked-not-loved when I tried it on and trying to find a time to wear it but instead growing frustrated with the waste of money, time, and space, and the growing dust on said item.



This brings me back to my oh-so-important point. I adore the boots you see below! I originally saw them on Say yes to Hoboken. They are Victoria's Secreat. And catalog/online ONLY. Is it worth the risk of ordering the boots and then having to send them back? I am not so great at that returning items in the mail part. They are beautiful though, even if I can't try them on, even if they are much higher on the leg than what I'm hoping to find. To buy or not to buy online? To risk or not to risk? That is the question. What is your opinion?

[these boots are so yummylicious! i swoon. i die.]

Please feel free to give me links and/or leads to any boots and/or purses that you think I will love. I plan on taking time out of my hectic schedule to smell a lot of leather shop this weekend and would really like a successful hunt.

*keep in mind that I wear a lot of black, never chocolate brown, and occasionally red-brown, tan, or beige.

what is wrong with this picture?

I snapped this sight with my camera-phone during my lunch break today.This dog is not only wearing a full jumpsuit, but 4 mini doggie shoes.
Does anyone else find this disturbing while sort of cute at the same time?

gift me

Feel free to buy me this t-shirt from etsy (in size Medium). And I promise that if I pair it with that skirt I will also don some leggings. You have my word. Word.

Land O' Lakes

Here I am to give you more info on my recent mini-vacay up north. I know you've been waiting patiently and you can rest easy because the waiting is at an end. The anticipation has been killing you, hasn't it??

First, I should tell you that my work conference on Friday and Saturday was perfection. I stayed a hotel in Minneapolis in a comfy bed in a room that was pitch black when I pulled the shades and turned out the lights. This may sound strange to you, but it was quite luxurious for this city chick. My room at home is bright. Way. Too. Bright. Both during the night when I'm sleeping and in the morning when I'm trying to sleep-in. Between the street lights and the southern exposure I am doomed. Oh, and windows that won't support any shades other than the ones that came in the windows. And lets just say that said shades are insufficient when it comes to blocking out light. Anywho.... at this hotel I was spoiled by a dark night to sleep deeply. This, of course, is after a full day of learning useful and exciting information, being constantly fed delicious rich food, networking with some awesome nurses, and soaking in a hot tub for at least one hour and a half. Bliss.

On Saturday, after being stuffed some more, I finally felt a bit of fear. I thought to myself, "Uptown Girl, why are these people trying to fatten you up so much? This is worrisome." With this newfound fear to drive me, I continued to eat and eat... and eat, until my pants had to be unbuttoned. No big deal. As you know, I'm still alive and now have fat stored up in case I don't get fed again until spring. It really was a useful conference, and I made it out alive.

After the conference ended, I rented a car and drove about an hour north-west of Minneapolis to visit my college friend and former roomie, Mary and her husband, Gary. Their names rhyme. The entire drive was gorgeous. Blue skies stretching for miles, white clouds, and landscape as far as I could see. I saw farms, and fields, and trees... lots of green nature... and more blue lakes than you can even imagine. This is a big deal for me since in NYC all I see are buildings, pavement, the East River from time to time, and more buildings. But in MN, wow, I could see the horizon! A-maze-ing.

Visiting Mary and meeting her hubby for the first time was wonderful. They were so hospitable and welcoming. I stayed in their guest room (also dark thru the night- I mean, halleluiah!) along with all of Mary's designer bags. I may or may not have brought one or two home with me. It was a misunderstanding... I promise. We had a great time catching up, remembering old times. Such as the fact that Mary and I met 10 years ago but haven't aged a day. *wink* We reminisced about our evolving styles and some of the terrible fashion choices I made in college. Don't ask. I disclosed to Mary&Gary my growing need for eye cream. Gary gave me a homeopathic moisturizer suggestion. Mary&Gary took me out for dinner at this yummy restaurant overlooking a scenic lake. One of 10,000. *thanks Mary&Gary... i heart you both*

There is more, much more to this story, and I will give you a "Mini-Vacay Up North Part Two: Papa Buck, Cows, and Culture". But, alas, I must away. I have this thing to do called work. Perhaps you've heard of it. It is a torture created to suck the very life out of people far and wide. A travesty really. I'm above it all, obvi, but due to some strange phenomenon I must lower myself to do this work. And as a result of this twisted hiccup in nature, those of us with jobs are even grateful to have the work. It's bizarre really. I have heard that money doesn't grow on trees. And I ask, "why not?" With technology and environmental advances, with genetic adaptations of all sorts of plants and trees, why doesn't modern science allow for money-growing trees? A money tree would solve a myriad of problems world-wide.

[Note to self: become a scientist and invent "The Money Tree, by Uptown Girl".]

August Sick Day

Remember back in May when I was home sick for a couple days?? And I posted some random uber interesting facts that I learned from daytime tv here?
Well, I'm a bit under the weather again. But this time only a little bitty bit bit. I stayed home from work (*yay*) to rest up yesterday and nip this thing in the bud. I'm back to work today and I'm even feeling a little better. So don't fret.

Things I learned on tv yesterday:

1- Sam Champion must be on vacay because he had a substitute meteorologist in his place. And it wasn't his usual sub. Can you believe that?? I think it was this realization that pushed me over the edge. The edge of illness. With this realization I knew I could not function properly on the job. It weakened my already fragile state. Too much... too much.

2- Lifetime and Ion both have Reba marathons simultaneously. You can literally flip back and forth and back and forth.

3- Regis Philbin uses a CPAP machine to sleep at night. It broke.

4- The lead singer from Hootie and the Blowfish is on his own now and just came out with his first album. I forget his real name, maybe Darius Rucker? Something like that, but we will just call him Hootie. Can you guess what genre he's singing now??

[aside: Did I ever tell you that I'm a winner? That's right. I win big. About 4 years ago I won free tickets to a small semi-private Hootie&theBlowfish concert. Booyah. Booyah ka sha. And I've won other cool stuff too. Liza may be able to comment with a story or 2... hehehe]

5- Chase Crawford (of Gossip Girl... if you didn't know this, well, shame on you. And yes I think he looks a bit feminine.) used to be a valet. You know, the guy who parks your benz at fancy upscale restaurants. Well, he admits to stealing gum from important people. And he once parked Jessica Simpson's car.

6- The girl who plays Dexter's girlfriend in season 1 (i've only seen season 1 of the show, so I have no idea if she continues on) had a main role in an episode of Law & Order. I know you're thinking, "that is not news. doesn't everyone do a stint on L&O?" Anyway, don't jump to conclusions bc that is not the point here. The point is this: I think she's a rly good acctess and she was completely different in this role. So there.

7- Stacey and Clinton of 'What Not to Wear' have a lot of rules about fashion... they talk a lot about the importance of fit, structure, letting the clothes enhance your shape, etc. I think ppl should just let Liza dress them. She is my personal stylist and she doesn't have so many rules. With Liza it is more like "yes, wear that, you look hot" or "no, change outfits, you could look hotter". And I appreciate that approach.

8- Healthy Choice meals are looking more appetizing. Now if only they had more calories...

9- I want everything sold on QVC. And on infommercials. Everything.

10- The Closer is one of the bestest shows on television. I'm sorry to have to tell you this, but there are only 2 episodes left this season. Thank you sooo much.

That sums it up. 10 amazing facts learned from tv. What have you learned lately?

truly madly deeply

Remember that precious day when I sweetly suggested that you checkout Goldspot's kick arse song, "Friday"??

The song is in my head and on my mind once again today. Maybe bc today is Friday. Maybe bc it is beautiful. Maybe bc I sing it out to the office thruout the day every Friday. Maybe I put too much sugar in my coffee. Or maybe, just maybe it has a profound message and poignant lyrics that I ponder from time to time. You be the judge.

Today is friday, it is my day to live a simple life

Put on my make-up, dress up in color

Maybe you might see me down here

Could you come along, bring me in

Would you come along, bring me in

Bring me in

I took mercy on you and only posted the one verse that is speaking to me today... rather than the whole song. And now the time has come for me to translate these lyrics into a language I understand. Uptownese.

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Translation:

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Today is friday, it is my day to relax and mentally prepare for the weekend. Don't stress, take a breath.

Put on my make-up, hair looks fab, dress up in black bc it is so simple and chic. And classic.

You might see me uptown. Looking amazing.

Could you come uptown and take me to dinner at a posh restaurant?

Would you come along and bring me for a ride in your limo? Or PJ?

Bring me a gift.

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Thoughts? Words of praise? That's what you thought the lyrics meant, too? Right!? I'm not surprised bc generally I feel like you totally "get" me.

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I did preface this whole post with the fact that the Goldspot lyrics are profound. They just speak to me so clearly. And deeply. Truly, madly, deeply.

[aside: Do you recognize this nerdy teacher? If you answered 'no' to that question please go watch the video linked in the very first line. Now. I think the nerdy teacher needs to listen to the lyrics and go put on some make-up, pull her hair down, and wear a flirty outfit. Bc she really is a very pretty girl behind that turtle-neck and those glasses. Ok I like the glasses, just not with her hair up and the turtle-neck. Is there such a thing as over-modesty? Anyone?]

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Enjoy your FRIDAY, and check back later bc I have ever so many posting ideas this morning. Gotta get some work done at present... but I will return to you my bosom blogger friends. Fo shizzle my nizzle lemon drizzle.

the votes are in. all in.

I'm scared.


What?! You like to think I'm brave and bold and a risk-taking Queen of NYC?? Sadly, I'm not as brave as you think. I've been really proud of my prowess in the last year. Trying new things from sports like ping-pong and mattress-riding to attending parties in Brooklyn. Tasting new foods like dark chocolate chipotle hazelnuts and new beers like Shock Top (which I recommend). I even branched out from minimal blog-lurking and random commenting on my sister-in-law's blog to writing and then starting my own adorable blogizzle. My fearless adventurer mentality has served me well. I even now own and wear skinny jeans, and I went from long to short hair. I mean, obvi I've been delving into new territory. New, bold, beautiful, and exciting. Who am I?? Uptown Girl. Thank you for asking.


coming to a crashing halt. stop... stop... STOP!


The one thing that I'm deathly afraid of is hair dye. serio??? I mean I tell myself all the logical logic there is: hair is an accessory. dye will not last forever. most women dye their hair and it ain't no thang. ain't no thang but a chicken wing. I'm 28, no fear. You are only young once. Not to mention- Claire Danes. I would've died to have dyed at the age of 13, 14, or 15 yrs old. I wanted to look exactly like Claire Danes on "My So-Called Life". It was k-i-l-l-i-n-g me that my mean mom wouldn't let me dye my hair! The rule was that at 18 yrs old I could dye my hair, get a tattoo, or more piercings. But. not. until. 18. 18. 18. I thought I was so deprived.



How was Jared Leto supposed to find me and fall in love with me unless I had maroon hair?? HOW?!




By the time I turned 18 I did get a piercing in my cartilage that lasted 6 months, but no hair dye, and the tattoo? Well, you will have to guess.



So, here I am. 28 years old. Grey hairs. Annoying obnoxious rood grey hairs that just drive me insane for about 5 minutes on the daily. I want them gone but I a scaredy cat about the process!


And, I asked you to give me your opinion. You voted. The results are in. And I'm a bit paralyzed.


But
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Calling Petra now for an appt.

do it up right.

As I'm sure you've noticed, there is a shocking lack of men in tuxedos in this day and age. Unless a man is getting married or attending a charity ball, he simply does not wear one. And how often does one have these opportunities? Maybe 8 times in a lifetime? This brings me to my original point. Shocking lack of tuxedos.

My favorite quote from 30 Rock is as follows... wait let me set up the scene for you...
Liz Lemon walks into Jack's office and sees him sitting there wearing a tuxedo. Yes that is the entire scene set-up.

Liz Lemon: Why are you wearing a tuxedo?
Jack: It's after six. What am I, a farmer?

That pretty much sums it up for me. In a land where the number of farmers seems to be dwindling (ok I know of zero farmers here in the big apple) the number of tuxedos should be increasing. Am I right? Or am I right? Yes. Of course I'm right. Never doubt that.

Men would have such a better rap if they wore tuxes more, or even suits. For some odd reason men just look better with a collared shirt and a jacket. It makes me take their boyish antics more seriously. It makes them look like men. Boys II Men, ABC, BBD.

Now, in an effort to show you what I mean, prove my point, and show-off my google-image-search skillz. May I present...

Hugh Darcy
Ok Hugh, so you def need a better haircut. Fo sho. But your bored brooding look is less obnoxious and more makey-outey in this tux. Hey, your tie is already off and you started unbuttoning your shirt. That transforms the look to anticipation. Transforming boyish Hugh to manly Mr. Darcy. Well done tuxedo. Well done. Get me a bonnet and call me Elizabeth Bennett.

Ryan Reynolds Well, to be honest I heart Ryan here in just about anything. But what guy carrying a water gun looks manly? Ever?? Serio. The tuxedo and the Bond, James Bond stance does it. I think I could be a Bond-girl if water guns were involved. And Ryan Reynolds in a tux. That's what I call entertainment.

[aside: look June, he still has those wrinkles embedded in his forehead. 'June' and 'Six-Pack']

Cam Gigandet

This Twilight bad boy vampire cleans up nicely. Here he is. I think he was wearing a jacket and tie. But, alas, he's been dancing with me so much that he had no choice but to take it off. He's been working up a sweat.

Cam. Don't interrupt. Please stop looking into my soul like that. I'm trying to blog here.

Ok, well have I made my point? Thank you for asking. Yes, I did.
What do you lurkers think about these men in their formal-wear?? Do you love them?

Hi, I want to be the little old lady who lived in a shoe.

Don't worry June all you many many bloggers out there. I did not end up with any of the horrible clothing options described below. No cardigan.



Once Liza came home I had a fresh idea and her years of fashion and dating expertise to assist me in choosing and outfit that would be work-dinner-date appropriate while also making me look like the cutie patootie that you all know and love. *wink*. *wink wink*.



Liza is just the smartest most cleverest sister a girl could have. She made me try on the outfit with all the jewelry, shoes, the works. And then I had my very own photo shoot. The camera loves me after all. And the papa razzi will just never leave me alone. Rather than let the papa razzi stalk me and then sell my photos, I will publish Liza's sweet pics right here. Right now.



Wait for it...







Wait for it..........





Oh and please try not to be disturbed by the fact that I have no head in these pics. This photo shoot was done sans hair and makeup prep.

Without further ado, I present.... my outfit.

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Notice the lacy navy blue top. It is a blue tank top with a lace overlay and a beautiful scalloped neckline.

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See me workin that thang? Aww to the yeah.

The frilly top is paired with navy blue pants that fit and feel like soft jeans. For $20. Thanks H&M.

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Please ignore the bit of poofy of hair visible in this shot. Ignore it or I will cut you.

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Here are the famous metallic shoes. Bandolino loves me. And I love Bandolino. Maybe too much?

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That there is the tiny wooden wedge I was telling you about. Makes me clack like I'm wearing high heels. Haha everyone in the office who hears me clacking around all day. Haha.

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This is the charming necklace Liza lent me for the day. Isn't it lovely? Quite.

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Bedazzled. Bedazzling. Be to the DAZZLE.

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This is my beautious cuff bracelet. My bestie, Helena, gave it to me for my bday. I heart it. Fo rizzle my nizzle lemon drizzle.

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Ok, I will give you just one head shot. Just one little peek.

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Don't I resemble Elizabeth Taylor? She is my role model for dating and for life.

HELP!!

Fashion emergency!!

Ugh-city. Serio. I have no idea what to wear tomorrow. No idea.

Can you help me pick?

Pretty please?

Ok, yes, I do understand that by the time you read this you will be busy avoiding your responsibilities working. It will already be tomorrow. I will have made my decision. Argh. But NO! I will bring all 3 options with me and can change if necessary. Sometimes I'm so stinking smart I scare myself.

What would you suggest? I have a long and busy day.

First I have work. It is business casual. I usually wear something chic and neutral. Or frumpy and ugly. Depends on what phase of avoiding laundry I am in. Obvi. My outfit generally involves, a blouse or tank/cardigan combo with slacks, flats, and some fun accessories.

Next I'm going out to dinner with some friends from work. My doctor favorito is moving to another office. So, as a nice goodbye, he is taking a few of us out to this Italian restaurant along with his wife and daughter. I'm really looking forward to it. No, not only the pasta, but yes that has been on my mind for quite some time. Thank you for noticing.

After that I have a date. Ok calm down. Get over your shock. Close your gaping mouth as your coworkers do not need to see your chin hanging open in surprise. Yes. I go on dates. That is not the dilemma at hand. I'm just not accustomed to going out on dates without stopping home to primp and change into something snazzylicious.

Whats an uptown girl to do??


Options.

1- White flowy, billowy Banana blouse with light blue cardigan, navy blue pants, metallic flats with small wedge, gold jewelry.

2- Black tank, grey cardigan with puffy-cuffed-sleeves, black slacks, same flats/jewelry.

3- Black and white Ann Taylor's Loft blouse with geometric shapes and a scoop neck with a black bow, 3 quarter length sleeves, black slacks, same flats/jewelry.


Geez, what a boring snooze. I wish I had some better options to offer for your voting pleasure. I don't think I have any good dresses or skirts that would transition well.

My sweet little sister Liza just got home and I will force ask her to help, too. If we come up with any better options I'll update you in the a.m. She is a fashion/everything in life genius with a kick-arse closet. How lucky am I?

Now please go comment. Pick option 1, 2, or 3. I will take a pic of the final outfit and post it for your viewing pleasure.

disclaimer: I ran/walked 5 miles before blogging. I am exhausted and not thinking clearly. That is my excuse for my lamespiciness tonight. Forgive me. Love me. Help me choose a look!