I have one side, and six of my pillows have the other side. Does that look unhealthy to you?
Oops, I did it again.
I fell in love with a pair of shoes. Acne's ankle-wrapped, block-heeled "Terra" pumps, to be exact.
They're the kind of shoes that look sort of odd and hideous on display, but, when I tried them on, I just knew. It was like Cinderella's foot sliding perfectly into that glass slipper. What's special to me about these shoes is that they're sexy, but not in that typical Louboutin way. There's a certain allure in the confidence and boldness of the design. I was seduced.
I knew that I wanted them. It wasn't a question of if I would buy them. It was a matter of when, and, really, if we're to get down to it, how.
The obstacle for the "how" was my budget. I had been checking things off of my fall shopping list left and right and didn't expect to come across these beauties. They weren't on the list, so, I added them as "day-to-night heels."
On the same day that I made the purchase, I bought a 5-pack of instant ramen noodles, which I figured would cover dinner Monday through Friday. I also swore that I would make cut-backs on everything else in order to balance out this expense.
Strangely, this was a reminder that life is just moving pieces: If you want this, cut back on that... And so forth. When you really want to make something happen, there's always a way. Not entirely sure this was the most responsible way to go about it, but the answer is always there--you just have to figure it out.
Oh, Donut Peach!
How I love thee!
Thy sweet flesh is perfumed
With golden-honey summer rays
And touched with hints of almond.
Thy petite being nestles comfortably
In the heart of my palm.
May thine glow with a decadence
That knows the heights of exquisite pastries
Yet remains humble enough for all to enjoy.
How I weep upon feeling the crispness of autumn
For I must soon bid you farewell.
Until you blossom next season
And we meet again at Citarella...
When I received an invitation from my friend Peter to attend the premiere of Paul Thomas Anderson's new film The Master, I was delighted because: (a) I hadn't seen a good movie in a while, (b) I'd never been to a movie premiere before, and (c) I was looking forward to the celeb-spotting.
But like most New York City girls, the main question on my mind was: "What do I wear?!" So I contacted a movie producer friend who gave the following advice: "Wear a dress that you would wear to a nice dinner. Not a gown--or even a cocktail dress. Just a nice dress and heels."
Having a black tank dress in your wardrobe goes a long way, I have to say. I ended up wearing mine with a black lace blazer and a pair of statement heels, which struck juuust the right chord. After all, you never know who you might meet at these things.
(Alas, I didn't meet anyone. But Barbara Walters sat behind me!)
I bought this book because of this passage:
As I ate the oysters with their strong taste of the sea and their faint metallic taste that the cold white wine washed away, leaving only the sea taste and the succulent texture, and as I drank their cold liquid from each shell and washed it down with the crisp taste of the wine, I lost the empty feeling and began to be happy and to make plans.