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On Black Friday, I shopped my ass off without leaving my parents’ house in Jersey. One might assume this means I browsed and bought via mouse and keypad. NEGATIVE. Yesterday’s shopping experience cost me zero in green. How did I achieve this feat? By helping Mommy . . . → GO ON… Shopping Mommy’s Closet
As I was yawning my way through Vogue’s VIEW section last night, the following words jarred me awake: “Big Deals” and “Chain-store.” Hang on a sec. Now Vogue, you’re intimidatingly cutting-edge, so some of your predicted Next Big Things are a smidge beyond my amateur grasp . . . → GO ON… A Slap on the Wrist to Vogue
The LBD is oft referred to as an Investment Piece by industry peeps who write coffee table books to con us into spending more money (cough cough Nina Garcia cough cough).
I’m all for rocking a staple like a little black dress. I just don’t think staple . . . → GO ON… Secondhand Office Style
Here’s that Dana Buchman skirt I scored at Housing Works for One Whole Dollar.
This skirt’s a fairly conservative piece. So I had to badass it up a little bit with a low-cut blouse and knee-high boots.
Make it work, people. Make it WORK.
*Deer-in-headlights face . . . → GO ON… One Dollar Skirt, Housing Works
So, it’s legit cold out again, so cold that my standard Fall evening ensemble of tights/minidress seems even more impractical than usual. Enter the legwarmer. In the past, I’ve donned the things primarily for aesthetic purposes. It wasn’t until I went outside last night and was . . . → GO ON… Legwarmer Love
Most people donate the clothes they no longer wear. (By “donate,” I do NOT mean take out with the trash. Don’t add to the dumpster heap that is our earth, fools). That’s the obvious, socially and environmentally responsible, post-closet purge choice. Being an inherently selfish person, . . . → GO ON… How To: Sell Your Old Clothes
Every girl loves a bargain; it should logically follow that every girl frequents her local Goodwill (and/or Salvation Army) in search of the best deals in fashion. Unfortunately, we’re used to shiny, new shit. So we’ve got an arsenal of excuses as to why we don’t . . . → GO ON… The Top Five Lamest Excuses for Not Shopping at Goodwill
As I pondered the possibility that even I – renowned shopping predator – couldn’t triumph over the beast that is Century 21, I happened upon the cocktail dress section. Some of the stuff had serious transitional, work-to-party potential. My arms laden with stuff, I met Krip . . . → GO ON… The Conquest of the Century 21
My cobbler did a pretty kickass job resurrecting my destroyed leather goodies. Some Before and After pics, as proof:
Dr. Cobbler didn’t just fix the strap on my broken Botkier. He reinforced every loose thread on the thing.
He also re-heeled my gnarled Aldo motorcycle boots, like whoa. . . . → GO ON… Salvaged Leather Goodies
When I shop with my girlfriends, I don’t do it in the traditional, let’s-both-try-on-stuff-and-lie-about-how-good-it-looks-and-silently-compete-over-who-looks-better sense of the activity. Shopping is my JOB, people; I’m obvs better at it than my girlfriends. So when I shop with a pal, I’m not so much her friend as I . . . → GO ON… The Battle of the Century (21)
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