My Pick of the Week: Dolce & Gabbana does Leather (and Succeeds!)


Okay, so maybe this is my first “pick of the week” in like, a month, but sadly there is a time to work and a time to blog, but nowadays the work part of my day seems to consume everything else.

Regardless, my pick this week are Dolce & Gabbana’s Leather Lace-Up Wedges. I’ve been eyeing these for months…and I probably will be eyeing them for months to come! They are bold, black, and brutally expensive at $845.00…..ouch.

Wedges never looked so good! from saks website

But I think Carrie Bradshaw (from “Sex and the City”) would be very proud of my taste, don’t you?

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What a Steal! Comparing Prices in the Missoni Line for Target


I just happened to read a fellow blogger’s post about how Anthropologie.com was offering some pieces from Missoni. Filled with curiosity, I visited the site to see what they had. Only two types of scarves remained in their line, and one of them was shockingly similar to one I had bought in Target…..except it cost $140.00 more!

You can see the last two scarves for Missoni on Anthropolgie.com here  – http://search.anthropologie.com/controller?N=0&Ntk=primary&Nu=p_group_id&Np=2&Ntt=missoni

Can you say “Bargain”?

Missoni for Target: Gone in a Flash…..


Anyone who has ever sacrificed a Saturday evening or perfect summer day to go to work knows how precious money can be. And while fancier, more expensive labels are always tempting to buy, buying real designers labels seems not only impractical, but impossible.

That’s why the entire fashion world completely lost it when Missoni released a line for Target.  The Italian line that has been famous for its signature zigzag pattern (think the line on Charlie Brown’s shirt on steroids) since 1953 released the line September 13, 2011 and sold out almost immediately in most stores. In fact, when I tried to visit the website the day of the debut, I could only get through one in four times- only to find that all of my favorite items were already out of stock.

Despite the news that the  line had sold out, I still made a fashion pilgrimage to the mall that Saturday – four days after the debut. To say that the line was unbelievably picked over would be an understatement. Of the many varieties if dresses, sweaters, skirts, and jackets, only limited amounts of accessories, sleepwear, and children’s clothing remained. While the hysteria over a clothing line may seem foolish, consider this: the Target line sold for much less than it would originally – thousands of dollars less.  A casual dress by Missoni for Target would sell for no more than $75.00, while at Saks Fifth Avenue, a similar Missoni dress fetches a hefty $1475.00. fortunately, I was able to get my hands on a pair of timeless scarves and burette, but I would have died for a sweater or dress.

For anyone who missed the debut of the line, fear not! If you search “Missoni” on eBay, it gives you startling 698 pages of results to look at, most of which are pieces from the Target line – all at an increased price, of course. Oh, the trials and tribulations of cheap chic!

Battle of the Sweaters! Who Will be this Fall’s Champion?


Now that I have successfully stripped my entire wardrobe of white (it is after Labor Day after all), I have plenty of filler space for fall sweaters. Cuddly, cozy fall sweaters that make me want to rake leaves, eat toasty clam chowder and read Edgar Allen Poe (can you tell that I missed the fall?)

My search for autumn clothes heeded the undoubted result that Burberry has the best fall sweaters this season. My personal favorite was a wine red Tweed Knit Cardigan by Burberry Prorsum. With a chic little collar and ruffles at the bottom of the sweater, this is my favorite piece by far…..but it costs $1495.00. Yeah, right!

Burberry at it's best - for way to much money! From Saks website

So, a had to move my focus to my other favorite….a dark chocolate brown button up sweater by Lafayette 148 New York. What the sweater lacks in vibrant color, it makes up for with its subtle ruffles and side buttons. Oh yeah, and its costs much less than the first pick ($1,197.00 less to be exact). Alright, so I can’t afford that one either.

A little more affordable.... From Saks website

What a cute sweater that won’t suffocate you wallet? Buy a gray and red striped sweater from Target (that’s Tar-zhey the queen of cheap chic) for $35.  Designer? No. Cozy and affordable? YES!!

Target wins for $35! From Target website

Because Everyone Really Does Need Something to Put Their Credit Cards in……


……and it’s called a wallet. But everyone owns a wallet (really, do you know anyone who doesn’t?). And this establishment frowns upon what is commonplace and usual!

I was at the mall the other day, pouring myself over lots of fancy clothes that I can’t afford, when I spotted the cutest little credit card holder at Brighton.  Credit card holders are a fad that evolved from cigarette holders (think the 50s’ and 60s’ – anyone who watches the TV show Mad Men knows that people back then smoked to the extent that it’s a wonder everyone from that generation hasn’t died from lung cancer yet). But, when smoking suddenly became less popular due to health reasons, cigarette cases went on a diet and became credit card cases. And while the case is a bit of a throwback from 50 years ago, it manages to add some Victorian-era flair to the accessory with the elegant pattern on its cover.

Credit Card Case – $24 at Brighton

For $24.00, it’s not a steal, but it’s not a rip-off either. I guess that’s the price of being different!

Lights…Camera…Fashion! The Re-creation of a Dream


My heart stuttered as I clumsily flew through hallways and practically soared down a flight of narrow, poorly lit stairs. Where is he? Where is he? My mind was frenetic. Finally, I throw myself though a swinging door to reach the bar. My eyes scan over the men behind the bar nervously – he wasn’t one of them. My heart fell and landed on my stomach with a thud, and it continued to shudder in panic at its new location. I knew that I had to leave that morning, and I hadn’t told him goodbye yet. I had to tell him goodbye, to see his face one last time.

How many times can you remember a dream that was so vivid that it was practically real? It’s awful, right? Because then you wake up furious or in despair because it wasn’t real life. But how many times can you remember what you were wearing in your dream? I going to try my best to find an outfit that matches exactly what I remember. But back to my dream….

“Do you know where (insert the love of my life’s name here) is?” I ask one of the bartenders.

“No, he hasn’t come to work yet.”

“I need to see him. I need to. Please!” I’m breathless and on the verge of hopeless as a practically beg the guy to help me find him.

“Hmm…he could be here…” he leads me through a dark hallway and I can see the sunlight at the end of the hallway (a light at the end of the tunnel – haha) and we come into what looks like a barn, and then outside. It’s overcast, and we’re walking around in a rather random fashion. All of a sudden, I realize that I had to meet my friends at a certain time before we left.

“What time is it?” I force out of my mouth with anxiety. Whatever time the guy said back, it was way beyond the time I was going to meet my friends and my brain has a conniption. I am so scared that I feel like I want to crawl out my skin. We wander up a set of stairs to another bar and….praise God, there he is. My heart flies off my stomach and into my throat, suffocating me with bittersweet joy. I float over to the bar and just stand there until he notices me.  He turns that perfect face over towards me and raises his eyebrows.

“Oh….I get a chance to say goodbye to you.” he says in that ridiculously charming voice. He pauses and adds “I was going to ask you…” he trails off like he can’t remember what he was going to say. I happily try to assist him.

“To marry me?” I nervously chirp.

“What?” he can’t hear because it’s too loud inside. He leans in towards me, extending his ear near me. He was so outrageously close that I couldn’t help myself. I wrap my arms around his neck and press my face against his cheek as I repeat  “To marry me?” When he hears me, he practically tosses me from him. I sit back down and he looks me in the eye.

“Love (he used to always call me that)…” he trails off for a while and then starts talking again. I can hear his voice, but he isn’t saying words. It’s as if he speaking in another language, and I can’t understand a word he’s saying….and yet I know the gist of it.  He’s telling me it’s a lie. That he never liked me. That he gave me those flowers and blew those kisses at me because he knew that I liked him. But it doesn’t mean anything. He keeps looking at me, trying to gauge what to say based on my reaction, but I bite my dark red lips and stare at my gray stiletto clad feet. I cross my legs in my matching gray short skirt and quiver. I look at him. I look down. I look at him. I look down. While I repeat this, I can hear weird noises in the background….the washing machine. Then I get it: it’s a dream. All of a sudden, I’d rather be heart-broken with an illusion of him in front of me than heart-broken and all alone. But it’s too late – I’m awake.

While I am still moping about over my dream, I also can’t get over the fact that I can remember my outfit distinctly.

It might look a little something like this:

5.5 Inch Louboutins.....

With a skirt from Diane Von Furstenberg. A cute, gray retro pencil skirt – but it was a little shorter than this one. And then this Herringbone blazer from Gucci. Put it all together and you have this chic-businesswoman look.

Sure, the outfit may be cool, but I’d rather my sweet bartender in my grasp. No pair of Louboutins can make you roses out of napkins, no blazer can blow you kisses, and skirts can’t dry tears. Yes, life can be misery, can’t it? He was no figment of my imagination – he was real. Those flowers and drink that you can see when you hover over my Gravatar? Those are from him, and I still have the flowers on display in my room. I miss him more than anything…..wherever you are, darling, volim te ❤

My New Mission For Feet-Breaking High Heels!


I’ve got the power – I can sort through shoes online by designer, color, size, price and lifestyle. Sadly, I can’t sort by the height of the heels on the heel-splitting shoes I’m on an epic quest for. Ok, maybe I know in my heart that once I find said shoes that I will never be able to afford them, but a girl can dream, can’t she?

So, what do I consider feet-breaking? I immediatly reject anything under 5 inches, and the higher the better…..so basically if the shoes don’t scream “I will rip your feet in half!“, I steer away from them.

Lady Gaga was spotted wearing 22-inch platforms the other day, and I was in awe. Unfortuanetly, no such shoes are to be found on saksfifthavenue.com. The highest heels I could find were platforms with 6 inch heels by Christian Louboutin. At $895.00, the simple shoes just aren’t worth it. While the shoes are tan (and therefore will go with almost anything), they lack the odd pizazz that I am always searching for- no feathers, no lace, no odd patterns….no WOW factor. *Sigh*

 

So I guess that means I’ll have to settle for a lower heel with more flair. In this case, I believe that this pair Manolo’s will do the trick. They have a class retro style that stands out from other shoes- and while they don’t have the highest heels in the world, I’m not willing to sacrafice personlity for heel height. Ok, so maybe I can’t buy them because they cost $785.00, but I will surely dream about them tonight, along with Alexander McQueen dresses and Gucci handbags.

Much better!

Check out a fellow blogger’s 8-inch heels at http://heelsforall.wordpress.com/2011/08/01/quick-review/

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