Nourishing Mother

Blouse & cardigan, J.Crew. Skirt, Brooks Brothers. Scarf, Holt Renfrew. Sandals, Geox.

Dinner and a movie, Guidette-style: Zefferelli's Spaghetti Joint followed by the latest episode of Jersey Shore. That was my Thursday night and I enjoyed every fist-pumping minute of it. I also read that Town & Country piece about Bard as the new Brown (this link is merely a review, unfortunately) and got hopelessly nostalgic for my own alma mater. I guess the easiest fix would be ordering an ill-fitting T-shirt online and wearing it with quirky, liberal-artsy pride. 
P.S. Did your "academic committee" insist that you take a modern dance class to improve your college experience? No? Just mine?  

Simple Sally - A Short Story

Shirt, Talbots. Shorts, Banana Republic. Sunglasses, Winners. Scarf, Macy's. Sandals, Nine West.

Sweater, shorts, & shirt, Banana Republic (yikes! embarrassing). Tote, Chapters. Sandals, Geox.

Three years ago, I wouldn't have been caught dead in shorts (I was just that klassy). Lately, that's all I've been wearing outside of work while indulging in my latest addiction, Damages. I know it's been around for four seasons, but I've just fallen for Rose Byrne. Anybody else in Girl Crush City?

Ana Gabbana

Dress, D&G. Cardigan, J.Crew. Necklace, street vendor. Pumps, Banana Republic.

So what's the story behind my most extravagant item of clothing by far and why don't I wear it more often? Let's just say it's made in Italy, thus a real size. It will not let me sit down, much less eat without cutting off my circulation. So if you know of any chic cocktail parties with little-to-no-food and no seating (a gallery opening, perhaps?), please let me know because the dress and I would love to go public with our relationship.

Deadbooth

Have you ever wondered what you'd look like dead? Vanessa Arnold and Adam Stenhouse have. Check out their deadbooth tumblr to satisfy your morbid curiosity. You might even come across a familiar face.

 Sweet dreams, everyone (except you, mom, I'm really sorry).

Grammar Grams

Dress, Milly. Scarf, H&M. Belt, Joe Fresh. Handbag, Ann Taylor. Pumps, Banana Republic.

It's been a while since my last grammar post, mostly because I've been indecisive about what to tackle next. Any suggestions? I like the than-as-a-conjunction-or-preposition debate, but I fear I may be the only one. Speaking of which, I just realized I'm not the only "grammar girl" on the Internet, so I need a new nickname. Grammar Grass (too obscure?) and Grammar Gramma (Grandma was already taken) score high in terms of alliteration and consonance, but humor is also important. Please help me choose something, friends, because getting stuck with the Grim Grammarian will be fun for no one.

Horse Sense

Shirt & pants, J.Crew. Pearls, gift. Brooch, vintage. Belt, Joe Fresh. Sandals, Geox.

Dear Readers,

I've been having too much fun around here! On Thursday night, I checked out the new MADMEN Collection at Banana Republic, sipped cocktails, drooled over the leopard print trench, and then consoled myself with wildly affordable leopard pumps on sale. The night ended with a little lamb shank action at Malaysian restaurant Banana Leaf (coincidence?), after which the pumps and I curled up into bed for some spooning action. On Friday, I sipped more cocktails with an old college buddy and somehow managed to spill moonshine (I mean, champagne) all over my favorite frock. It turns out moonshine doesn't stain! You're welcome, ladies. 

A Twit & A Twerp

Dress, Brooks Brothers. Necklace, street vendor. Belt, Eddie Bauer. Sandals, Geox.

I don't know if you've noticed, but I'm on Twitter now. If you'd like to join me for some clever banter (the cleverest tweet wins a spool of grosgrain ribbon from my private collection), click here. I never thought I'd like Twitter, even though back in 2001, I chatted up my crushes on AIM (look it up, kids). I'm too embarrassed to tell you my Phoenician mythological screen name, but let's just say many a conversation was saved (I was a bard!) and filed away for posterity (or in my case, my mother's nosy nature).