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Hello handsome. Where have you been and why aren’t you on my foot? Meet my latest crush. This particular one is in black, but I covet his younger brother in gold.
He caught my eye last week as I was killing time in NYC and decided to peruse the shoe department at Barneys. Mike was with me and he actually fell in love with this shoe too. Or at least he acknowledged that this 5.5 inches of pure bliss was fierce and understood my obsession. . . well almost. But it was a good start.
There was a young woman trying them on next to the bench seat where my not-so-overly enthusiastic, but obliging husband had parked himself while I dashed around. She did not buy the shoe, which I am actually glad because personally, I don’t think she could have done this filly justice.
For me, it was love at first sight. However I used restraint and left my latest lover safely on display. I am simply going to wait until everything that is anything goes on sale in just a few short weeks. Then I will move in for the kill.
Each spring, two of my BFFs and I spend some quality time in NYC celebrating birthdays, shopping, gossiping and having fun. Most recently, we have established a fun shoe tradition. We all buy the exact same pair of shoe and sport it around all season. And we tend to purchase ones that are not super trendy so we can wear them again and again too. And every time we wear them, we think of each other. Now that is a bonus on our ROI. Prada has been our pick for the past few years, but this season I think a new candidate is in town.
So girls, what do you think of my Pierre Hardy fishnet sandals? Do you have a new crush too?
Filed under: Events
Yes I am almost famous. As some of you may now know, Michael is back in the music industry managing a band called Endway. Last weekend, we decided to go with them to NYC. They were playing at Justin Timberlake’s bar and restaurant Southern Hospitality in NYC and my husband aka band manager of the year thought it would be a great bonding experience to make the trip with them. When I say make the trip, I mean really make the trip.
We were supposed to leave Boston at 12 noon. It was 2:30pm and Mike, Brian (the keyboardist) and me dressed in my “band look” were still outside sitting on our stoop waiting for our ride. Now you know that I travel back and forth to the big apple all the time. Preferred methods being the shuttle or Acela. But there is a first (and last) time for everything. This time my mode of transportation was a used grey van, otherwise known as the Endway tour bus. Two of the bench seats had been removed leaving room for all the equipment in the back and the newly acquired futon mattress between the back and front seats.
We hit the road about 3pm – just in time to hit all the traffic on the Pike and through Hartford. The drive was long, muggy and not very comfortable. Not the boys fault, the van suited their needs just fine. It got them where they were going and provided a place to sleep if their manly physiques and boyish charms failed them on the road. But um, check out two of them above, as you can imagine this rarely happens. Anyway, Mike and I were two added bodies, making it that less comfy and more of an inconvenience times two. Needless to say I was cranky.
We stopped only once for a bathroom run and to get some food. I was hoping for a TCBY, they settled for hot dogs. The rest stop we visited hosted a Knights of Columbus bake sale of sorts. So no fro yo for me, but Gold help me, no hot dog either. Now I was cranky and hungry.
At about half past 8, we finally checked into our hotel. I learned more in those five and a half hours about members of the opposite sex, then I did in college, in all my years of dating and in my 15 years of marriage. And trust me they certainly don’t teach you this stuff in sex ed class, in relationship books or even on reality shows. Life on the road with a band is a whole new type of education.
Personally, one I don’t think I’ll be signing up for the follow up class anytime soon. I am much happier simply meeting them at all their local venues and thinking I know it all.
I was in NYC this past weekend too but flew in on good old US Air. Of course I still went to hear and see the boys. They are like my newly adopted kids. Let me tell you besides the education, there are many other experiences that go along with suddenly having 5 twenty-something year old good looking boys around all the time. It makes you younger for sure. So there I was back in this joint yelling and dancing with Labbadia, Traci and other friends. I have no problem admitting I am having a blast with them and know Mike is too. But I also have no problem telling you, my hubby and them that I am past riding in the back of any van. Soon when our boys transition from band members to rock stars, they will feel the same way.
They are almost famous because they are rising stars. I am because I now get to say, ”I’m with the band,” it just does not necessarily mean that I rode in with them.
Filed under: Fashion
Yes my friends, a jumpsuit. This spring and summer, when I am asked what I am wearing to an event or for a fun night out with my hubby or posse, that will be my answer.
I must admit, I too was skeptical about these babies, but after my young, hip salesgirl at Barneys told me to “just try it on,” I was hooked.
Last month, I was shopping for my trip to St Barths. Because of the horrendous economy and my schedule, I had not been shopping in a while. But I had a gift certificate from Christmas to one of my all time favorite stores and decided my vacation to this trendy, hot spot needed something fabulous and new. I tried on a bunch of pieces – tops, pants, shorts, skirts and dresses. None of which I really loved or loved enough to pull the trigger. My twenty-something rail thin stylista asked me where I was going. When I told her my destination, I thought she was going to jump right out of her boyfriend jeans she was so excited. “Oh my God, I absolutely love St Barths. . .I was potty trained there.” I felt like replying when about 10 years ago, but refrained. She obviously had spent some time on this chic island and could therefore be of use to me.
She then pointed me in the direction of the central mannequin. This tall also rail thin plastic creature was sporting a jumpsuit. And convinced me that this would be perfect for my trip and become one of my favorite things to wear all season. I tried it on and immediately felt rail thin, glamorous, current and oh so chic.
My jumpsuit is black with spaghetti straps, a drawstring waist and long wider legs. A new designer to the scene. . . and is fierce. The tie belt is great alone or with a bigger belt over it. I suggest opting for black if you are a newbie to this look. It is easiest to dress up or down and the most flattering.
I wore my one piece wonder out in St Barths with super high gold heels, chunky gold jewelry and a tan. I felt like a million bucks and had quite the night as a result.
Now that we are finally enjoying some good spring weather and my social calendar is filling up again, I can’t wait to wear it again. A great cropped leather jacket will complete the look one night and a huge waist cincher with some funky gladiators another. The possibilities are endless.
I know this is a leap of faith. But go ahead, make the jump!
