One Woman's Trash...

You'll have to pardon my creative hiatus.  All of my most recent efforts have been applied to convincing my husband to sell our exorbitant television. I have very few precious square feet in my NYC mansion shoebox and I'm really frigging tired of losing it to that man toy.

But, I digress.

Let's talk about clothes and jewels, y'all!

I don't count myself as one of those ladies who are die hard 'Sex and the City' fans, but I can appreciate Carrie's self deprecation and expansive wardrobe. Most importantly, punctuated by her amazeballs accessories. One episode, specifically, spoke to me. Carrie made some comment that alluded to the fact that she needed the 'perfect $5 dress, to go with her $400 shoes.'

Helloooooooooo, life's work.

Bergdorf's SALE started yesterday and I've chained myself to my desk. I am determined to find my frugality again. Here's to waaaaaaay more $5 dresses and a few one less pair of $400 shoes. ON ANOTHER NOTE...that just goes to show you how long Sex and the City has been off the air.

Who the hell can find a pair of shoes for $400, anymore?

Texans: An Oil and Jewelry Tale

I thought it was finally time I let you all in on some personal biz and maybe peep you a look of my closet. It's pretty killer, as I am very wealthy, as evident by my thrift store foraging.

Sike.

I'm still in Texas, Jemma Wynne-ing at life and hawking our sweet jewels to oil heiresses.

Home Sweet NYC Tomorrow!

Clear Eyes, Full Hearts, Sell Jewels

I've been traveling a lot lately. You can currently find me in Texas, hosting a Jemma Wynne trunk show at Cathy Eastham. If you are in Midland, Texas and don't come by...you are dead to me. Stay tuned for a much more impressive post when I return to NYC.

 For the time being, I'm going to get in the Midland state of mind and watch Friday Night Lights and dream about jewels and Tim Riggins. And Tim Riggings my husband, John, buying me jewels.

In other news, the 'salad' I ordered was a sprig of lettuce...COVERED IN CHEESE.

ok...

Everything is bigger in Texas. Now we know that applies to the vegetation:dairy ratio in salads.

Goodnight Y'all! Texas Forever.

Thrifting: The Impoverishing Adventure

Thrifitng is always necessary because I am poor a fun way for me to fill an afternoon and, generally, provoked by the fact that some coveted piece has sold out and I must find a suitable replacement. God knows, by the time J.Crew the store replenishes the item, I won't want it anyways. Generally, I wind up with a vintage piece, at a very low price, which fills the void quite nicely...until the next obsession comes along and consumes my brain. 

I know addicts with less compulsive tendencies. 

JK. I don't hang out with addicts compulsive people.

SOLD OUT!

YOU'LL SUFFICE, YOU BEAUTY, YOU.

SOLD THE EFF OUT!

These fit the bill, better than the original covet. $7

images via j.crew and yours truly

In my experience, good things come to those who can't wait.

Impatience, that's the virtue. 

Except if you are waiting for Celine, because that shit is forever.

Chan(n)el Your Energy

I'm blogging for the sake of blogging, but, in truth, my energies are solely focused on going to Paris.

 And sitting on Le Seine.  And eating croissant.  And buying things.  At Bon Marche.  Carrying my Celine bag.  Drinking a(nother) cafe creme.  Having a drink at the Hemingway Bar. 

 Looking effortlessly Parisienne.  Tousled Hair/Lipstick.

Au revoir.

Adore/Abhor

My volatile taste is my biggest downfall. I will save and save for some coveted morsel, only to have it arrive to an overly discerning Meaghan. This had resulted in many lucky Manhattanites scoring never-worn duds at the cost of the sales tax I had just paid Bergdorf for it.

My newest inspiration comes from a compilation of 3 ladies, each flaunting a standout piece that I would have styled vastly different.  Possibly uglier, yet still differently.

Behold, my perfect outfit. Well, today's perfect outfit.

God only knows if I'll hate it tomorrow.

Her Celine pants....

PLUS

Jenny's Zara bouse....

PLUS

This Chloe Paratay bag....

Add any of these ankle grazing lovers....

images va streetpeeper and sea of shoes

Boom.

It's The Expensive Things...

Jemma Wynne is my obsession (good), my inspiration as far as clothing is faltering (bad). My mother and I will be doing some harm at Barney's this weekend, to make up for my unfortunate attempt at shopping in Raleigh last weekend, so an outfit post with occur soon. For those who ask, I cut my head off of those posts on purpose, as I am still growing out my pixie cut disastrous decision from last winter. Please consider the following photos as great things that have happened to me lately, whilst I muster the initiative to put on something other than a sweater and baggy jeans in the morning.

Mazel, babies.

My current favorite arm affair.

 These make my sweats look fancy

Finally found this Celine bag. It makes my sweats look like I just robbed a well-dressed lady.

This didn't actually happen to me, so much as I just tried it on at work.

I found these Theory leather trousers on ebay. Winning.

Holy Matri-money

Since it was shoved in my face via every media outlet on the planet brought to my attention that a couple of idiots who got married 72 days ago are getting divorced, it got my wheels churning. Now, any normal human would be curious as to 'why?' or 'what happened?', to cause such an abrupt break-up. I don't care why they are breaking up, but tell me...

What Happens to That Ring?!

I'm positive a certain A-List jewelry designer will be wanting that puppy back, considering the over-sized cabbage patch doll KK married, probably didn't pay for it in the first place. Keep your eyes peeled for the auction, sponsored by Ryan Seacrest.

In the spirit of excess, allow me to sprinkle some sparkle on your Tuesday and offer some alternate suggestions for ways to spend $2M on jewelry, brought to you by the Olsen twins.

 Ladies, a diamond may be forever, but a Kardashian wedding never will be. 

xoxo