Manhattan Musings

Barb and John, the parentals, are taking their children (ie, MEEEEE) and the spouse/sig other to  Paris for Christmas/New Years Eve. Boom.

I'm going to spend the whole vacay looking like this girl, albeit less attractive.

I have all, literally every, component of this outfit. Yet, we look dissimilar in the ensemble. 

Weird.

I'm not gearing up for Coachella, a la Kate, BUT...

We are churning out a new collection for Couture as. we. speak.

HOLY FEETBALLS. 

Yoga this morning was tough. It served as a life lesson of sorts. Like, no matter how often you practice at something, new challenges will always arise or something. 

Namaste, lovers.

Wish in One Hand, Sh$t In the Other

Quickly, on this beautiful Monday, I'll share with you two things. Both of which may seem luxurious, but are actual life essentials. Ya know, like, diamonds and Jo Malone candles. 

I need my terrace to actually just turn into this pool.

And it'd be grand to have this little Victorian retreat, nestled above my Manhattan hacienda. It would be soundproof, to block out the ESPN pollution, and labrador proof, for the prevention of chocolate hairs EVERYWHERE.  Sometimes a gal just needs a luxury nook. John would argue that the entirety of apartment 615 IS my luxury nook.

whatevs.

Death of a Saleswoman (well, her style)

As tired as all of you are of hearing about how pitiful I look on a daily basis, I'm fine with it. My obsession with home decor and jewels continue, much to the chagrin of my formerly stylish self. In lieu of weekends at Barneys, you'll find me at The Chelsea Flea Market. No longer spending my earnings on Proenza and Vince, I'm a home decor slut devotee. My old haunts are sending me the 'where have you been, here's a coupon' e-mails. ABC Carpet and Home is sending me the 'you owe me a fuck-ton of money letters.' YES.

Please see Emanuelle Alt wearing my daily uniform.  If you have tiny toothpick legs and a sunken in chest, you look good in basics. I stand by it. I have neither, but I do it in any case. Like, if I look at enough photos, those delusional fantasies will appear in the form of tiny thighs. Who cayahs? I'm too busy to care if my legs are fat. I have great shoulders.

In other news, I want red hair. Please see below for your daily redhead. Her name is Jane and she bothers me, in general, but she has flame red hair and black eyebrows. See? I can be done. Haters. Y'all know who you are.