want it.

J.Crew’s collection lookbook kills me. Seriously. I think I may just have to purchase a pair of leather pants. Umm, and this jacket too.

life lesson 201

About 4 months ago I was having “the worst day ever!” As in, work wasn’t working so great, husband was cranky, and I was down-right tired of it all. I need a serious girl day. More than a mani-pedi. More than a massage. Something REAL serious. A trip to the lingerie store.

There’s a beautiful boutique two blocks from my house. The Eres window displays are enough to make any man or woman want what’s in the window. I walked in to the little bra and panty boutique, not knowing what to expect.* I pushed open the white-washed wooden doors to a room full of Eres, Chanetelle, La Perla, Stella McCartney, silk, satin, and lace, all delicately draped on wooden hangers. It only took a matter of seconds before my inner-woman came alive. I walked in a girl, walked out a lady. And my wallet was $350 thinner. I know, I know, serious shopping therapy.

Point being – once you go there, there’s no turning back. The best part about luxury lingerie is it’s sexy for you and no one else. You’re the only one who knows what you’re wearing underneath your skirt, and unless you walk around the office half dressed, you are the only one that will take satisfaction in what hiding beneath your clothes. It’s an ultimate self-indulgence -- satisfying to you, and only you. Life lesson learned.

And that’s why I just had to go back and get this super cute Stella McCartney set!

*For my entire life I have shopped department stores from my body basics. It’s just a bra right?!?

spring thinking

 

The marathon month, a.k.a fashion month is winding down. After scrolling through rolls of fashion film and photos, from New York to London, Milan to Paris, I’ve narrowed the biggest and boldest spring/summer hits down to these:

1. White. It’s the new camel.
2. The 70’s. Think Three’s Company, Jane Fonda, and trousers with lots of flare.
3. Sheer. It’s a sure thing.
4. Clean slate. Minimal dressing translates to mega sexy.

doin it like a lady

Not uncommon for the workplace, today, like many days, the topic of TV came up. In the midst of our conversation about primetime shows like Weeds, Eastbound & Down, and the HBO network all together, my boss said she loves to watch reruns of Sex and the City.  Not surprising, lots of ladies love it, right?

Time out.  Time for a confession -- I have never seen Sex and the City.

What! What? I know, I know, me, this girl has never seen an episode. Not the movie. Maybe a commercial. That’s it.

My co-workers disbelief was followed-up by a quick list of reason why I would totally, 100% love it. “Girls, clothes, and sex. What’s not to love?”  

“Wait,” another boss spoke up, “well, I mean they do have sex with their bras on.”

Hold on. Stop here. I couldn’t help myself, but seriously, who has sex with their bra on?

The only reasons to have sex with your bra on are the following:

1.  It’s the “ first time”  (we all know how  that can be),

2.  You truly believe your bra is more attractive than your breast (like the $350 Eres bra in the boutique around the corner from my house, now that is beauty),

3.  You decided to get down to business, and left the top half untouched (if you know what I mean),

4.  Or, you’re in the midst of some mad, passionate, heat-of-the-moment, Michael Douglas meets Sharon Stone in Basic Instinct moment (but wait, even he managed to get her bra off)

I mean seriously, bra’s are like god punishment to women. Metal rods, tight straps, oh my.  If you managed to get the top off, I would think the bra would come with it. But what do I know. I live in San Francisco, and this is sex, and “The” city. Maybe they do it differently in New York.

day dreaming

Missing Paris today... 

  and almost every day for that matter.

So I figured I'd share some photos from our most recent visit.
See all the rest here.