In the same book I referenced yesterday, the authors argue that no one should own anything less than a 10. It doesn’t matter which great aunt bought you your perfume; if it’s not a 10, you won’t wear it. So ditch it. On the way home yesterday, I did a...
I did a post last week about classic clothes and investing in timeless pieces. As luck would have it, I just received a book manuscript for I Have Nothing to Wear by Jill Martin and Dana Ravich. And while I won’t divulge all that’s covered in the soon-to-come book, I...
I’m no relationship expert, nor do I pretend to be. But I still get calls from girlfriends whenever they’re in a boy-related sitch. It always baffled me a little; I mean I’ve read about relationships, and certainly tried my hand at them. But, sadly I have an innate way of...
Not that I can tell since I’m cooped up in my cubicle, but it’s supposedly 75 degrees outside. I’m not wearing pants. Or tights. Scandalous, I know. And while it dips down to some lower temperatures this week, it looks like the snow/hail/whatever-weather.com-deems-as-“wintry-mix” is gone and spring has sprung. And...
Happy Post-It Day!! Say what? You didn’t know that April 6 was Post-It Day? Well shame on you for not going through all the most insane holidays and neurotically writing them down in your Lilly Pulitzer planner along with ideas for how to incorporate them into your equally neurotic blog....
A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away (But really, it was four years ago in an office in Providence), there was a naïve little girl who have no clue what she wanted to do with her life. Actually, at that point, I–SPOILER ALERT: the little girl is...
As much as I love it, New York still admittedly has a way of wearing me down. Maybe it’s the fact that it’s snowing. Still. In April. Or maybe it’s the fact that I don’t eat. Or that I’m poor. Or that there’s no levity to my day. Maybe it’s...
So remember that list of ShouldaWouldaCouldas? (By the way, I totally forgot to add being in the Marines to that list)… On a seemingly unrelated note, both my parents had very interesting, very different childhoods. Without going into too much detail, each had their pros and cons. So it’s interesting...
I’ve been working on tomorrow’s daily obsession, which ought to be a biggie. But as I was browsing the web, I came across this half-sexy-half-sweet little black number from Zara (a recent obsession many thanks to Laura, who is quickly taking over my blogosphere). I’m being kidnapped this weekend. Laura...
Ever since I declared myself a journalism major, I’ve run into the pestering naysayers that genuinely think they are the first people to ever inform me of the fact that the news industry is dying. Thank you, kind sir. But I realize that. The thing that people don’t realize is...