punxsutawney phil’s shadow sighting says we’re in for 5 more weeks of winter. bring it on. please. tis the problem with living in la la land; where 64 degrees clads me in scarves, puffers, and hats with poms poms. i crave winter weather. snow days? i wish....
hh and i aren’t big valentine’s practitioners. but as you know i am a sucker for all things rosy and pink. hope your weekend is flushed with love and peace. some of my favorite alexander mcqueen lovelies in pink: except for mr mcqueen, click on all images...
hh and i are in the city for a little bid’ness and family-ness. i’m not about to let the rain and wind damper my inner tatianna sorokko. i’m embracing street glamour, even if i freeze. these are inspiring me. here’s to you having a glossy...
quite the storms we’re having here. a tornado is in effect. secretly hoping i wake up with munchkins and men of tin. have i mentioned how much i enjoy the rain? one puddle, and i’m six years old again. i’m envying every single hunter boot i see. or...
i am twirling over these ruffly panties!!! you can buy them AND the matching corset (if you dare, you saucy kitten). i want a DOZEN, all in lavender. and then i want to prance around (behind closed doors of course) in my frilly pantaloons, edith piaf blasting, hair...
first time i saw them (ali wentworth’s home in elle decor) i swooned. i mean how perfect?! pretty much a tailored beanbag right? i coveted my own ginormous lilac pouf. i fantasized crossing my ladylike ankles (fantasy here people) atop said leathered fancyball,...
