Boden USA

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Granted, it is a First World Dilemma, but have you noticed that after a certain size, little girl’s clothes oftentimes look less like they belong on little girls and more like a Queens city block exploded on a T-shirt?  My cousin and I were recently talking about how we are just not digging most of the drunken-bedazzled episodes we see featured in the girls’ section of the department stores that are covered in slogans and chewed lace fragments. 

Enter Boden.

I’ve been looking through the selection of this London-based clothing company and I want to mail-order the entire collection. Even their graphic T-s are completely adorable.

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Thanks to Boden, I now remember, “Oh yeah. It really is more fun to dress little girls!”  

PS. I want these shrimp-colored glitter flats for myself.

Gatsby-Inspired

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What are you doing this weekend? I’ve convinced a friend to go see The Great Gatsby with me on Saturday night while Clark hosts a Sci-fi movie marathon at the house. Did you read that book in high school? I read it in the 9th grade, and it was the first time I had ever heard of the phrases, “old money” and “new money”. My family didn’t have any money– old, new, or gently used, so it was a feast for my adolescent imagination– the parties, the mansions, the romance, the Eggs…”the green light that burns all night at the end of your dock”.

Sigh.

I am eager to see Hollywood’s adaptation of this literary classic story of America’s coming of age. I’m not exactly keeping with the spirit of Cinco de Mayo, but perhaps I can sneak some chips and salsa into the theater.

Have a great weekend!

PS. Would you ever consider a Gatsby-inspired wedding?

{Image via Carla ten Eyke}

Easter Parade

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Do you have any plans for Easter weekend? Clark is going to be playing out for most of the time which means that the kids and I will be watching Easter Parade more than once. In addition, I have planned an entirely Paleo dinner for Easter Sunday. With any luck, I will post my recipe successes next week unless disaster strikes and we end up ordering Chinese take-out. It has happened before folks.

I have just one question… Easter hats. Judy pulled them off as a grown woman, so why is it that you rarely see someone beyond the age of 6 wearing an Easter hat? I think they are so glamourous! I wish they would make a comeback.

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I also wish I could dance with Fred Astaire.

Hat or no hat, Fred or no Fred… I hope that you and your family enjoy a very Happy Easter!

Sasquatch Feet

A dear friend came to visit me from Mississippi a few weekends ago and treated me to a pedicure. As a runner, I am brutal on my feet and embarrassingly enough, I haven’t taken a foot scrub or a pumice stone to either of them since Bush was in office. I can only imagine what the nail techs were whispering to themselves about my feet. Anyway, now that sandal season is almost here, I am even more happy every time I look down and see this color on my toes….
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You didn’t actually think that I was going to post a picture of my own toes, did you? To me, feet are about as personal as a fake set of teeth. If you have them, that’s fine, we are all grateful, but I don’t need to see them up close. And the only reason I allow the nail techs anywhere near my own is because I am partially deaf and unable translate phrase “Sasquatch Feet” In Vietnamese.
What are some of your favorite nail colors for Spring?

God’s Caterer

The gala gown vote was nearly unanimous! Thanks for helping me to decide.

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{Left: Senior Homecoming 1998 // Right: Safehouse Outreach Urban Gala 2013}
Girls, hang on to those gowns. You never {and I mean never} know when one might come in handy.

My car is in the shop, so I took Clark’s car {during the Friday Rush Hour Exodus} downtown for the event at the Georgia Aquarium. He drives a ’98 Honda Prelude. Not only did I feel like a teenager driving it, but I was sporting a gown that I wore when I was a teenager… On top of which, he was playing with the Smalltown Poets— a band I used to listen to in college… On top of which, the fundraising event was for an urban ministry that I used to serve as an intern in my early twenties. It was a bit Twilight Zone-ish. I’m not going to lie. And yet, I don’t know what I was more excited about– the food or my hair. We’ll start with the hair.

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With the help of this hair tutorial, I was able to make sense of my unwashed mane. Formal hair works better anyway when it hasn’t seen the shampoo bottle in a couple of days, right? I like that I can get away with this style for a dressy event, and yet it still looks so laid back {even if I am not}. I’m glad I “dressed it down” a bit. There were literally people there in blue jeans and sneakers. And I was married to one of them! But he’s with the band, so gala attire doesn’t technically apply to him.

photo-47I am convinced that Wolfgang Puck is God’s caterer. Everyone around our table ate in complete silence. The meal was so delectable, none of us wanted to spoil the moment with words. It was a symphony of chews and moans in between suicide drills back and forth to the buffet. As refined as we were supposed to be all dressed in our party best, we were the Tributes from District 1 when it came to the last spoon of pot roast. We managed to escape with our limbs still in tact which is more than I can say for our waistlines.

Thanks again for all the votes and comments. Picking out gowns with you is way more fun than doing it on my own. But, I am afraid when it comes to Wolfgang Puck’s, it’s every man for himself.

May the odds be ever in your favor. Happy Monday!

What Would Lady Grantham Do?

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What are you doing this weekend? Clark and I are going to the Safehouse Urban Gala at the Georgia Aquarium on Friday night. He will be the one with a guitar strapped to him, and I will be the one wearing a gown because as we’ve clearly established, there is a difference between a dress and a gown.

Ahem.

I haven’t worn a gown since high school {aside from my wedding gown, and I’m certainly not wearing that to the aquarium}. One of the gowns that is in the running for tomorrow night actually is a gown that I wore in high school. That’s fifteen years ago… just short of qualifying as “vintage”, I believe. Oh, what the heck, I can’t help it. I wasn’t going to do this, but since I am having a hard time deciding which dr–gown to wear, I ought to get some second opinions. {Come on Salina, DO it. It will be fun.} On one condition… If you knew me circa 1998 {give or take a few pounds  years, you absolutely can’t spoil it for everyone by commenting on which dress is the “vintage-ish” one. Ha!

I took these pics this afternoon when I had just woken up from a nap and sent them to my bestie in New Orleans. She knew me back when I wore the high school gown {and years before that when I wore slouch socks and listened to NKOTB, and she is still my friend}. When I asked another dear friend, she said, “Just do what Lady Grantham would do?” Have I mentioned that I love my friends?

Which one do you like best?

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This one? Or…

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… this one?

{Gosh, can florescent lights be any more unforgiving? Spring project #648… new closet lighting for crying out loud.} If you can get past the florescents {and the bed head}, would you mind choosing a favorite?

Have a wonderful weekend. Better yet, in the words of Lady Grantham…
“What is a weekend?”

{Top photo: Superior Dining Party by Peter Hall}

Is It a Dress or a Gown

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Would you be dears and settle something for us? Last night, Clark invited me to hear him play with Smalltown Poets for a fundraising gala at the Georgia Aquarium next weekend. As I said before, any occasion to get dressed up and eat cake is a no-brainer. No settling needed there. However, upon hearing the word “gala”, I instinctively said, “Yikes, I need a gown!!”… to which he said, “What are you talking about? You just bought a dress yesterday,”… to which I replied (with a roll of the eyes and a look that said, “Silly Man”, and then I slowed my words down to a rate a cocker spaniel could comprehend)… “Sweetheart, that’s a dress. I need a gown.” {Long pause… wait for it… waaaiiit for it}.

{Silly Man rapid fires} “Girls make everything complicated. Guys can wear the same suit no matter what the occasion. What is the difference between a dress and a gown?”

{Queen of Condescension reveals her fashion stupidity} “I don’t know. But I know that I need one.”

Perhaps you can help us out. What exactly is the difference, and does a gala necessitate both a gown and a paperback copy of Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus?

Thanks for your help!

And the Winner Is…

Red all over!!!

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Thanks for all your help!

What’s Black or Red or Green All Over?

Help! Clark’s staff Christmas party is tonight and, well, it is a known fact among those nearest and dearest to me that I can’t dress myself. I will decorate the house all day long, but decorating my body feels a bit more daunting and I assume just stay in my running clothes all day. But I can’t go to a party in running clothes. So, the party is in an hour and no one is home for me to ask their opinion (other than two little nappers one of which is currently in a wife beater, and the other is missing her pants). So I am enlisting the help of my more stylish friends. Help me decide…

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Which one do you like? I’m off to wash my hair. These are neck-down photos for good reason.

Missoni Mania

I had to see for myself what all the hype was about, and I’ve gotta be honest. All that zigzag print gave me a headache. After spending some time perusing the Italian luxury brand made accessible to the masses, all that caught my eye was a crib skirt and a couple of throw pillows both of which were literally sold out in a matter of hours.

{Images via Missoni:: Target}

Curious, but did you catch the fever of the Missoni-mania? If so, what did you snag?

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