And We Lived to Tell the Tale:

 

After heroically fighting through horrible hordes of traffic,
I made it to the Beverly Center in Los Angeles for some serious Fashion Geeking
with Roommate Jessie and (former) Roommate Tamara.

 

Almost every store at the Center was open until 11pm;
there were free drinks and treats,
and all SORTS of amazing sales.

I scored a 40% coupon from Steve Madden–
which I elected to wait until tomorrow to use,
since the store last night was elbow-deep in women
staggering around with one right foot in a shoe.

The event planners cordoned off a huge section of plaza
for a runway show–I caught the last couple of minutes,
but only in passing.

They were very smart to elevate the runway,
since it was standing room only.

Jessie had to leave early,
so La Tamara and I hit Melrose Avenue
pretty much *just* to see Alexander McQueen.

And it was glorious.

I think McQueen will always be my favorite designer.
His style was so fresh, innovative,
his choice of fabrics perfect.
I love the unique way he combined structural edges
and soft, flowing fabric.
His tailoring was *impeccable*.

…

And I really wanted those sunglasses.

 

(I think Tam and I managed to get hit on by the only two straight men in Hollywood that night.)

(We still got it, baby.)

 

Fashion’s Night Out Banner

Tam got two AMAZING dresses for Jessie for 75% off at Macy’s. Killer!

The Pink One. The Tall One. The Tattooed One.

Wonderlandy Handbag display at Louis Vuitton

Killer…Queeeeeen….Dynamite with a Couture Beeeeaaaam!

I may or may not have licked these.

I want this book. I want this show to come to Los Angeles.

Even the mannequins at McQueen are complicated.

A great coat with THIS under the collar? We died.

The adorable MartEEn told us that this was “right off the runway”

The details! THE DETAILS.

FIERCE.

These were adorable–little blue birds on the side, and *only* $360. MartEEn almost talked me into them.

 

Next year?

We will hit Rodeo, and work our way back towards the Beverly.
There was not enough time to see everything,
to take it all in.

I wish this were a couple of nights in a row!

 

Also?

I can’t believe I managed to walk around for three straight hours
in five inch heels.

It was totally worth it, kittens.

Fashion’s Night Out:

 

Old Roommate Tamara and I are heading to Fashion’s Night Out in Los Angeles,
where we will drink champagne out of Louboutins,
exchange fashion tips with Anna Wintour,
and by discovered by Leibovitz, Richardson, and Meisel.

 

Like ya do.

But only if my dilemma can be solved,
which, naturally, is:

 

WHAT THE HELL AM I GOING TO WEAR?!?

 

All suggestions will be considered.

The management thanks you.

 

(what I wish was in my closet? see below.)

 

If ever there was a place you could get away with wearing these...

 

See, this is how my shorts are *supposed* to fit me. Alas.

 

Have I mentioned my undying love for open backed dresses?

So Fluffy I could DIE:

 

 

Because Tuesdays?

The only thing you can really say about ‘em is:
“Oh hell. It’s Tuesday.”

This might help.

Well, Of Course.

 

Pinterest:

 

A Recipe:

 

5 heaping cups of Maudlin Sentimentality
3 tablespoons of Bad Mommy Poetry
1 teaspoon of Oh God If Only I Could Wear That
2 pints of Are You Sure You Want that Cookie

Mix ingredients thoroughly with a pinch of poor grammar,
and bake at 350 degrees of Celebrity Gushing.

Remove from oven, and frost with enough
This is the Coolest Thing/Idea I Have Ever Encountered on the Internet
to mask everything else.

 

Tada!

You’ve just signed up for Pinterest!

 

…Which doesn’t mean that I can stop pinning.

 

MINE.

 

‘coz I can’t.

Cut open glowstick. Dump in jar. Swirl. Revel in own radness.

 

I want to do this for a wedding SO BADLY I COULD DIE.

 

This may be a sickness.

Follow Me!

Food? Shoes?

 

My body has one of two primary reactions when it gets depressed:

1) It wants to eat everything in the world
(mostly gummi bears),
 
Or

2) It wants to buy shoes.

The truly terrible issue at hand is that July has been hella’spensive,
and consequently, I can’t really justify the shopping.

I also managed to lose a teensy bit of weight,
and I don’t want to jeopardize that by going on a calorie binge.
(No Sense of Proportion Girl, at your service)

So,
what do YOU do to fight the Black Dog
when money is tight and you don’t want your belt to do the same?

 

Help me out, kids,
‘coz this shit is looking reaaaally appealing right now:

 

OMFZeus!

 

I love everything about this shoe. ......I might make out with it.

 

LOOK AT THIS SHOE. BASK IN THE GLORY, PET.

 

Got to try these on. Almost "accidentally" walked out with them. Oopsie.

 

Shop 'till you drop into a bag of overpriced shiny pretty things made by a blue-haired gay guy. Because that will make everything better.

*squee*

 

MacGregor!
O’Dowd!

Lightsabres!

 

Larry:

I may have used every excuse possible to ride this around Universal's backlot. And wave to the tourists.

And Yet Another Budget Crusher

 

OhDearLord:

Friend Aimee posted this on her Facebook,
and I,
alas,
I clicked.

And I haven’t stopped drooling.

 

*grabbygrabbygrabbyhands*

 

Cotton Candy Pretty

 

I love her gentle reminders to be fabulous in the everyday.

 
I am not good at this.

Partially because I hate wearing a bra with the passionate fires of hell and underwire.

But the simple things,
the wearing a pretty dressing gown,
or nicely coordinated pajamas
instead of my usual yuckiform of shabby shorts and floppy tank?

I should do that.

Not out of fussiness,
but just out of a desire to celebrate beauty,
even if I’m just sitting around and clicking on the interwebs.

 

Look at that teensy waist!

 

Such a perfect silhouette!

 

I’m going to try and drop in when The Boyo and I are up in Oregon this August…
 
 
I wonder how one of those pretties would look with my new fabulous boots…

In Which I Take a Break from Alphabetizing Spreadsheets to Say:

 

I will be more interesting next week!
 
 
 

Maybe.

In the meantime,
have a few pretty pictures:

 
Teensy Little Gardeny Gardens
 

Wee little buckety gardens. The Boyo and I are planning on making these this summer.

 
MUST. HAVE.

My heart! It bursts from the Hedgeyness!

 
I am Probably Going to Pull this Shit on TSA

Dear Bloggess, You are clearly made of awesome. And voodoo. Yep. Definitely voodoowhodoyoudo.