It's no surprise that it's tough out there these days, this stupid economy. And it leaves many girls wanting for more. I mean you live in NYC, with all this fabulous fashion it's only natural that you're going to want it on it…even if you don't have the budget. (Thank you Carrie Bradshaw and Friends for making us think that huge rent-controlled apartments and affordable fashions are abundant in Manhattan)
Enter, Chinatown and knock-off central. I see tons of fake bags on the subway each morning but while some girls turn their noses up at them, it makes me sad and angry at how much a designer purse costs these days. (Not that it stops me from throwing my entire paycheck at the designers.) While I do not condone counterfeit goods, from coats, to bags, to shoes, I can't help but feel compassion for the girls who are wearing these poor Hooey Vuitton and Cucci bags.
Earlier this week another blogger (BagSnobs) started a Twitter campaign against counterfeit goods, their original tweet said:
How rude! Bag Snobs, we love your blog but this sounds a little Mean Girls-esque circa 9th grade. As if I'm going to go snapping pictures of these bags and the poor souls wearing them. I understand where you're coming from but I think there must be a better approach to this seemingly trivial problem.
They of course recanted the tweet and said it wasn't their intention to bully anyone but my point is that although you may be able to afford the real thing, some other girls can't. Please do not go around taunting them. Okay that's enough after-school special for me. We have some younger readers and I just wanted to clarify our POV.
Is it just me or do fashionistas everywhere make you wanna barf during Fashion Week? Like, I get it, I love clothes too peeps, but the amount of time, energy and money that’s put into it is laughable. Yes, I do recall Meryl Streep’s tirade on Anne Hathaway courtesy of The Devil Wears Prada, but I think Anne had a point. Yes, it creates tons of jobs and it’s part of self-expression, got it. I love clothes too. But there are real problems in the world that don’t have to deal with hemlines or models walking. And then all the fashion blogs with their republished content just documenting clothes and runway looks that no one will ever wear or even be able to afford. And there you have it ladies and gentlement.
Guess who popped the question!?!? That’s right! My BF–or shall I say my Fiancé!!!!
We are super duper excited. I never want to plan the wedding I just want to enjoy the wonderfulness of being engaged! I was totally surprised! And he got me the most gorgeous perfect engagement ring that ever existed! He proposed in Central Park on the Bow Bridge and then we were whisked away by horse and carriage complete with champagne. Then he surprised me with my parents and sister from Miami so we could all celebrate together with his family. BEST WEEKEND EVER!!!
Love you Fiancé!!
Let the wedding planning begin!
Did the “xox” signature kill the whole “Love,” ending to our letters? I wrote it this morning and felt all weird about it, like now signing a letter Love would really mean something. And I don’t want to be “that” girl!
Also, saw 3 obese women in a row wearing those sneakers that are supposed to tone your legs…eek.
First of all, let me thank you guys for sticking around through these past few days I haven’t been able to post because my site got a bit messed up. What happened you may ask? Well, I’ll tell you. I decided, like the idiot that I am to go in and download an FTP application to try to update certain features on my site on my own. In sum, 10 minutes later I had Fatal Errors and no site showing up. Needless to say I was almost in tears because I thought I crashed my entire site. Enter Fab Web Media’s Marsadie, i.e. my hero. She actually called my psycho alter-ego website operator self back on a Saturday night and restored my site and got it back up and running. Everyone I’ve spoken to has talked about crazy web designers and what a horrible experience they had but I have to tell you that she was so f-ing awesome throughout this entire process (which is lengthy!) and I’m NOT easy. I am a particular and picky little girl. She was so professional and cooperative and open to do whatever changes I wanted.
My point? If you need a web designer check her out at Fab Web Media and see all the other pretty sites she did.
And by the way I was given no discount or free anything to write this. I am just that obsessed with her. It was so hard to find her though so I thought I’d try to make some other website owner or blogger’s life a little easier! So, as your fairy godmother I give you Fab Web Media. Poof!
She also runs a fab blog called FrappeLattes! Your welcome!
While most women would be wooed by the thought of Jason Lewis and a puppy cuddled up in their bed, I am not. Why you may ask? I’ll have to thank two good friends of mine who shall remain nameless. One endowed me with the phrase “No Street Clothes in the bed” and the other with the catch phrase “No Street Feet” in the bed. Thanks to these other fellow crazy Jewish gals I now allow no clothes that were worn outside, say on the rickety stinky urine soaked subway to touch my pristine Donna Karan bedding. See here. I also do not allow sandal-clad germ-infested footsies in my bed without a quick washoff in the tub or a coverup by socks. Tis my crazy life. My sister likes to torture me and jump on in wearing dirty clothes as does my GF. Bitches.
Either way, Jason Lewis, you may be one sexy son of a gun from Sex and the City but you are NOT stinking up my bed with boy stench and doggy fur. Yep. I went there.