Wednesday, January 30, 2013

Starving

Is anyone else on a diet? Are you so hungry that fitting into an old pair of size 26 jeans has lost its thrill?  My stomach is beginning to eat itself. It is now controling my brain (not that it ever wasn't) so that my dreams are one long cartoon marathon of The Ninja Turtles. It isn't the normal Ninja Turtles episode, but rather a repeat of Rafael holding a slice of pizza with cheese so heavy that it is about to slip off. Just as the off white goo almost hits the floor, I wake up wanting pizza. But not just any pizza, a rather decadent and greasy monstrosity. Like the one LA and I order in the cozy Parisian bar after we've been so lost in translation we've forgotten to eat. 

Westin Paris Vendome bar pizza.
You'd think this post was about the perfect manicure, how to pull off a white blazer, or LA's Bvlgari beauty staring us in the face, but it's not. It's about pizza. I hope you get hungry. I hope you feel my pain.

Wednesday, January 16, 2013

F**k Yeah, A Book

My crush on them is f***ing ridiculous. Now I say "them" but when I was an avid stocker slash reader of the silly little crispy blog, i assumed it was one voice. One handsome stalion that would some day respond to my fan mails and we'd marry happily ever after to make five to seven strong eyebrowed children. My crush is f***ing ridiculous, I dropped a click or three on amazon the second I came back to them, or they came back to me. My heart was broken for a year or so. It was as if they'd hit it and quit it. Through great love affair they stopped blogging on me. It was stupid how crispy their rhymes were. It was stupid how much I crush them. I thought they'd disappeared since that Nov 2011 post. But it was only to drop something big on me, something to hold me over the nights I question deleting the essence of cinched. A place to bury my nose when it's feeling wide or shiny, and like it doesn't belong here or there, or anywhere #hashbag is required. This place has made my kindle softer than it's Smythson dress, my coffee table bigger than it's Minotti, and my mouth melt the way Bebel's does on a hungry Milanese night.  Fuck Yeah Menswear, the book.
All this time they were working on a mixed tape, now sold at stores

Tuesday, January 15, 2013

Psssst....Hey Mommies...

(Or mommy wanna be's, like me)
Two is not enough, three is almost perfect, and four they almost won't all turn against one. Kids. Yeah like babies. Pure, small monsters composed of your best, worst, and most embarrassing essence, running around showing the world who you really are. I grew up with two brothers, and being left out of every cool activity, achem super soakers and Nerf guns, I always wished for a sister and pal...so I always said I need four. Four kidos so no one has to grow up like me, wah wah. As I lay in bed with one leg asleep because one hundred and fourteen pounds is too scared to sleep downstairs (fyi: St. Bernards make terrible watch dogs) have come to the conclusion that perhaps four is too many small heads to keep up with. Perhaps in the near future and by near I mean far, I will start with three and count the St. Bernard as the fourth. Because wouldn't mornings be extra delightful slash insane if you got to dress four little rascals as bellow?  Even if the precious hand crocheted dress might be covered in gelato within 5 minutes of you dressing her/ them? Lucky for you current mommies: ODLR is having a secret Pre-sale today before open to public tomorrow...use the code VIP2013.


Oscar de la Renta Children's wear:
 baby boys coat  -  hand crocheted cashmere dress  -  light pink fitted coat and hat
  navy leather mocassins  -  plaid romper  -  sabrina velvet ballets

Until my time comes, I shall compose and craft collages of Oscar de la Renta Children's wear ensembles, just so I'm prepared...and keep wondering what it would be like to have Elmo as a snooze button...


The secret pre-sale code is VIP2013, and it gives shoppers 40% off all childrenswear for 24 hours!

Thursday, January 10, 2013

Just as everything should be...

Everything made with love, ends with love.  Just as my half burnt spinach croquettes dried out our guests' taste buds at Christmas eve, it only made us sip more Tignanello. I made them with love, and the love might have altered them into toasty crispy what nots that leaned the party towards the '06 Antinori Cabernet, concluding the overall ambiance to a more friendly one...If there is love in the project, success is always a conclusion. Next dinner party I was invited to help with the cheese plate. And so I turn to C. Wonder for help.
Made with Love  Cheese Board
How will you wine and dine your Valentine?

Tuesday, January 8, 2013

Holidaying Essie

Spirits, gifts, sparkles, and bubbles has me in a long state of hanging. Although my digits may show otherwise, it might be time to break up with glitter. Yes, that's right, after opening endless gifts from Santa and burning sparklers into '13, my nails are still intact and awaiting to resume the party thanks to Essie's "Beyond Cozy." It's funny because I always assume that glitter polishes require endless coats and twice the amunt of dry time, but this wasn't the case with Beyond Cozy. Even the charming nail technitian that helped me out mentioned that this polish was effective in just one coat as when they apply a gel and powdered glitter technique manicure. The lovely salon, which does not carry Essie, but sure might after I brought them in, was in complete surpise of my home brought polish. So here I am, with party hands and little energy to carry them. 
Clock wise: Leading Lady,  She's Pampered,  Snap Happy,  Where's My Chauffeur,  Butler Please,  Beyond Cozy

I trust Essie's blue hues (Butler Please & Where's My Chauffeur) might resume me through the gloomy January...

Monday, January 7, 2013

Resorting Winter

We're going on about thirty six hours of bellow seventy weather and everyone needs to stop freaking the F out. So for christmas eve dinner it was nothing more than appropriate to sport resort seeing as santa clause has always worn sleeveless in our neck of the woods. 
I've discovered the most marvelous of a LBB, little button up blouse, made for muffins tops. No pockets, but flaps, to hover over and masque the thirteen sugar cookies I consumed before santa made it down my chimney, and now, the cookies I must blame for the tiny portions I must snack so I don't snap at everyone I cross through the day. F you new years, no calories...ha.

Fendi blouse, geometric skirt (similar style), sunglasses
What a wonderful timing Karl had for the Fendi woman, it's as if he knew how much we eat during the holidays that he found the perfect geometric inspiration for flattering the recently expanded figure. Don't we all agree graphs have the ability to masque round surfaces? It does so in my case, thank heavens for the Legos' inspired pieces that veer attention away from love-handles and child bearing hips.