Showing posts with label Shopping. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Shopping. Show all posts

Wednesday, June 18, 2008

What's your thing?

Most women have a thing.  

For some, it's shoes.

For others, it's purses.  

For me, it's sunglasses (and purses, but that's another post). 

And my latest coveted prize is Tom Ford's Raquel

I once read somewhere that a famous, fashionista first lady by the name of Jackie O had a big basket near her front door where she would put all of her fabulous designer glasses and choose one that suited her mood for the day.

Feeling luxe? Wear the Chanels.
Feeling fierce? Slip on the Dolce & Gabbanas.
Feeling some drama?  Wear the Guccis.
Feeling sporty? Put on those Oakleys.
Feeling a little Hollywood? Don those Diors.

Feeling inconspicuously classic? Wear the Tom Fords.  

I have about 4 pairs of sunglasses worth wearing, but I just have to have this one.  

Sunglasses are the perfect accessory.  Why?  Because you could be all junked out and casual in your track suit or old jeans & T and, because you are wearing fabulous glasses, you feel fabulous.   (Fabulous sunglasses have the same effect as fabulous jeans, by the way.)

Jackie O was a smart, smart lady.

Tuesday, June 10, 2008

True Religions...Move over

I have a new favorite pair of jeans.  

Yes, the Hudson flap pocket jean, boot-cut stretch in Marcy Wash.

Wearing Hudsons is like wearing sweats (no joke) but WAAAY cuter and oh, so, un-momsy like.   Top this with a pair of wedge sandals and a cute pastel blouse and  voila!   Instant chic, AND they make you feel like a million bucks.  

And every mom wants to feel like a million bucks.

This little incident also helped put this lovely denim on top of my designer jean fetish list:
When I wore my Hudson's to work for the first time the other week, within 10 minutes of being there right after grabbing my morning coffee,  the most discriminating of fashionistas in my office commented on how skinny I looked (this, after my Spanx post  -- just so we all know I need help).   I knew it was the jeans immediately.  

(Oh, and flattery helps, too)

Hudsons, where have you been hiding all these years??

And why did I wait so long to buy you?!