"If you can't eat it, you can't (love) it, and it won't get you into Heaven..."

I am a terrible blogger! Well, ok. An untimely one. At the very most. Or least. :)
Where is tha dang Oscar post Domestic Experiences has been talking about?? Where are the 87, 000 (stolen) pictures and words (my own) detailing the beauty we were all so privileged to witness this year on HDTV? Where is my raving review of some of the best dressed in recent years..?
Not here, folks, not here.
I'm assuming a lot, I know, but I am going to bet you watched the show--. You gushed. Your heart pitter-pattered when Angelina's green gobs graced the screen, and you still fist punched the air when Slumdog won it's millionth award for "Best Picture"--maybe even sang a little "Hai Jo"! Maybe..? No?

So, no. I don't have a review for several additional reasons, as, if you are reading this blog, chances are, you've already read/seen it all. It was sensational. Beyond expectations. Fresh. Classic. Rich. Truly, a rare privilege for even those in attendance. I can't write one thing that would do the show (= dresses) justice given said descriptions, so I'm not even gonna try. I will, instead, promise to keep my eyes open for pieces inspired by what was shown.

One thing's for sure, the designers got the memo! The top secret set design memo! as the theater set the scene for 1930's glamour. (I'm speaking of an invisible memo called "Depression Numero Dos Vibes" as actually, a select few knew the show's premise and were sworn to secrecy!)
And then there was sure thing Best Actress Kate Winslet with the best look--, top to bottom, side to side in a single-shoulder, Atelier Yves St. Laurent and perfection hair. While her coif indeed captured theme, I must say it was very fashion forward; an illuminated sleek that curled and tucked just above the neckline, and was an elegant attribute and uncomplicated detail. ...
But I'm sure you picked up on that and will play with a similar pin and tuck...

Oh, and did you see Amy Adams' emerald and ruby bib necklace?! Well, of course!, Fred Leighton, hellooo! And I loved Miley Cyrus' Murhad Zuhair petal dress! You didn't like it?? I don't know...there aren't a lot of people that can pull it off. Have you ever seen anything like it?!

Oh, and what about all the white dresses? I suppose it is wedding season...and I
would wear a big, fluffy, white dress every day of my life if I could...I think the sweetheart bust line is definitely a huge statement for the season. Well, I mean, Penelope featured it on her 150 year old Balmain vintage, and Angelina, and then Natalie Portman. Didn't she look awesome in that lilac Rodarte? I wasn't expecting her--and I saw her nails were a dark plum too. Pairing a rich, dark nail is another uncomplicated touch--;
she was just a presenter, but a stand-out no less.

Did you cringe when Jen Aniston was presenting??? I watched it a second time and was feeling for her even on the second viewing! You could tell she was bothered--to be standing dead center in front of the happy family! I didn't even remember her presenting partner Jack Black was BFF with Brangelina!! Kung Foo Panda--remember he was the one who spilled the beans they were expecting twins?!! But I did like her dress--Valentino. Sarah Jessica had similar bead work--and you know what? They both had a simple bust line but patterned beading created a similar detail to the sweetheart cuts...Hmm, it's really growing on me...

But oh my gosh, I died when I saw Heidi Klums' Roland Mouret cut-out dress.
The collar reminds me of a bolero I made a few months ago--the angled neckline..? Ok, maybe not the same but inspired none the less. (previous to this recording). And she was wearing the Red Dress for a good cause. I loooved the stacked bracelets. ..Speaking of previous recordings, didn't Katie Holmes wear a cut-out dress recently?? Yes! Jil Sander! Very comparable. Makes me wanna snowflake some t-shirts. ...Or dresses. But I'm afraid if I do so to any of my dresses, I will cause an untimely, red dress heart attack.
But, alas, I pledge to you, dear reader, to find an optimal, non-Heidi Klum, i.e., The Body, cut-out dress fitting for A PCD readers. I mean, first off, no one looks like Heidi Klum. I mean, there aren't a lot of women who look like her--AND! have accomplished such feats as she at nearly 40. Granted, I have been pushing the cut-out affect for a bit, but know, I do know there will be a comparable, more socially apt find. Plus, remember, I'm not telling you what to do. I think everybody has there own style, their own timely successes, and I would never attempt to configure you accordingly. Just know, meld is a rule of push.


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"Sensation: n.: a mental condition or physical feeling resulting from stimulation of a sense organ or from internal bodily change..."
And so, I'll be here 2/26.
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"If you can't eat, you can't (love) it, and it won't get you into heaven..." then it's still just a review!

"Don't forget the robot"

I am a sucker for

• songs that feature my name
• an accent, in this case Canadian
• Gretzky hair on 6' + men

but actually hate the mall.

Inflation!! at It's Finest

Just wanted to re-post my Style Book featured at ShopStyle.com . I tend to add pieces according to my posts, items I already own, or are on the look out for. I just noticed the look-alike Coco Chanel cardi I listed went up to $9.99 from $6! Shop Style keeps a running tab of your favourite pieces, a direct link the the site, when it goes on sale, etc. Looks like a lot of stuff I listed is selling out..! Keep checking back to my book often. Trust me: I know how to find a deal!


Note: If it's over $100, it just means 'I'm looking for it for less.' Much less. :)

YOU are always on my mind

A few years ago, I had a fender bender. What does that even mean? All I know is I glanced down--at what? space? dead air? I don't know, but I was forced to look up as my hood was now ribboned behind the SUV in front of me. To this day, I am still mad--curious, as to what I was looking at and in remembering what my repair guy constantly said: "Nothing hurt but your feelings." Really guy? Because I'm pretty sure I was out of commission for two weeks, and my life was a living hell without my mode, not to mention completely livid I was distracted by nothing.

The reason I say all this is because it's a sad world out there. I dread reading the news only to find--you name it, unemployment through the roof, the economy in complete financial despair; I even saw a local 'popular' funeral home that looked like it was closed down. Even the undertaker can't take you in!!! You can't even die without causing a problem!
But amidst all this, happiness is still to be had. The Pastor at a recent friends' wedding spoke of the necessary armour each should wear in order to overcome trying times and obstacles. "Approach one another with compassion, arm yourself with patience and understanding"; he got lost on the eloquence and ultimately kept repeating "...and...put your clothes on." Really guy? Because I'm pretty sure they are newlyweds... :)

My point is, I realize writing this blog is highly in vain. Who has the time or money to spend on such pleasures? But in the words of said spiritual adviser, you still have to put your clothes on. Why? Because they should make you feel better. And if they don't, then you have to keep reading.

Top Five Pieces to Make You Feel Like a Gillion (the biggest no. you can have) Bucks:

1. The "I Can Look Like Coco Chanel" Cardigan, Forever 21, $6

2. The "This Colour Makes Me Feel Pretty" Tunic/Dress, Newport News, $243. The "I'm Too Cool to Care (but might be masking sad eyes)" Aviators, Heritage by Forever 21, $6
4. Some "At Least I Can Still Draw A Straight Line" Liquid Eyeliner, Avon, $7.50

5. The "We Can Kick This Together!" Gladiators, Newport News, $24

XOXOXO,

A Pretty Cheap Dress

Hustle-her

"Don't tell me what to do" are my favourite words. My best friend Heidi coined the phrase one time when I suggested she get into the right lane to exit, knowing she really wasn't all too familiar with the area. I said it in an undertone as to not interrupt her story, and just as casually, she replied "Don't tell me what to do."
Since then, I've adapted the phrase as everything is answered as such: "Scoot over." Don't tell me what to do. "Your headlights are still on." Don't tell me what to do. "Can you unlock the door?" Don't tell me what to do.
I particularly empathize this notion in defense of men for a gillion (the biggest number you can have) reasons, but mostly because I shouldn't have to tell you what to do, I don't want to tell you what to do, and beyond that, you are or aren't gonna do it anyways!


So this is for you guys: this is what the females are looking for on the eve of great expectations--when both parties can only think "Don't tell me what to do..."
The photo above is the first and only deliberate picture I have captured of mens' style. Oh, and of my friend. But I'll be honest, I was completely enamoured by these three fellas walking ahead of us as we biked around San Fran. While we were safe in our (embarrassing) helmets, and I hurriedly attempting to keep up, they were killing me in their boots, blazers and blue jeans; the Euro swagger didn't help much either.
While some ladies are interested in flowers and food--even post dinner 'proposals' a la Captain Morgan, I would just like to see that you tried.

I am happy to quote my friend Blaine Brewer who has excellent style and of which I consulted (he comfortably sports loafers on boating and camping trips!): "How are you guys impressing us this Valentine's Day? What implies that extra touch?":

"As far as Valentines' fashion goes, my policy is to dress to impress. I think it is very important to do some research about the place(s) that you plan on going and to dress accordingly. For instance, several nice restaurants require a jacket to enter, while others are business casual. The most important thing about men's fashion, especially on Valentine's Day, is to stand out.
Wear something interesting and unique, like a fedora, or an eclectic combination of colors, and you know how I feel about scarfs. Taking advantage of the holiday is also a good idea, like wearing an all black suit with a red tie and red socks, or somehow incorporating red into your color scheme.
But, whatever you do, the most important thing is to impress your lady and to make her happy...this is her day after all. If there is something that she has been trying to get you to wear, like that v-neck sweater with a button-up underneath that you think you look ridiculous in, it's time to succumb to her will and sport a v-neck for the night."

"Is that so when you tell her what to do, she will do it anyways?"
"Precisely."
Then.....don't tell me what do.

Disturbin' the Piece

Whhhy..? Why did you do it Chris Brown? If you haven't heard already, pop-ster, "I really don't see it" Chris Brown whacked his secret girlfriend, Jamaican princess Rhianna, the eve before each were due to perform at the Grammys. Naturally, they weren't 'available' to attend. The press is calling it a "Fairy-tale Romance Gone Wrong," but I suspect the brawl went something like this:
"What??! You don't want to wear a pinata?! Beyonce isn't coming and Katy Perry is wearing a cornucopia!?! You have to do it big Reee! BiG!"
"No, Chris, Eye awlredae told you: mhy stylist sayd it's hit or miss and I don't need ta miss it." WHACK--he punches her totally misunderstanding she meant "I don't want to miss the show because I could quite possibly be the most fashionable person there."
Sigh. (I really did sigh...) Soo many misses, and not enough hits. And I don't mean of the domestic violence sort.
I'm not sure which travesty is worse: the fact no one can afford a stylist for something like the grammy's or that a stylista like Rhianna will be forever associated with a punk like Chris Brown.
Let's then account all of the above to "Better things yet to come."
The theme was indeed "I've had it up to HERE" as my favourite hit of the night was Jennifer Hudson in Roland Mouret sporting a high, white, blooming neckline and cobalt geo-waist. For her show stopping performance, she also worked a red shell earring and short, black, sparkly number securing the most justified look of the eve.
On the other hand, Kim Kardashian in Maticevski (who?) choked in a similar strapless, tripping it all up in heavy, clunker heels. I might be a wee bit more lenient if her hair were down like Mighty Aphrodite but as a self-proclaimed stylist, she has no defense.
Jennifer Nettles of country duo Sugarland needed no protection in her fierce Rachel Roy Egyptian bodice and tulip skirt--a very sophisticated look despite her heavy accent.
Speaking of, prediction alert: Leann Rhimes' dress, a Philosophy di Alberta Ferretti, featured a heavily beaded waistline.

I picked up these funky cumberbuns pre-fall and have been waiting to work as an unexpected accessory in early spring. (now.) Keys for spring are choice weapons of defense: a simple, clean palette accessorized by chunky beading in the yoke or waist.
If either are not optional for you, this is a great time to build and play with your jewelry collection as you can throw it all on. Unlike omens and charms, kitschy, tooled jewels will be the highlight to your fabric, so don't be afraid to break it all out. At once.

Katy Perry worked the aforementioned hipster accent in a bubbalicious Basil Soda dress while Jordan Sparks (in Debra Davenport) took a chance in her Damiani dangle earrings.
Another key this season is two is better than one, meaning opt for matching armband cuffs as emergency armour.
I met a guy one night I was convinced was my new gay best friend after he raved over my hammered gold bracelet. He loved it so much, I put it on him because, you know, if the gays work it, it's gotta be right.
After later approaching me in effort to convince he was not gay, he stormed off upset I misunderstood him, steal wearing my favourite bracelet! Now, had I had two...I guess I would still need another. But I might have been more inclined to defended my position, you know, in order to be clearer.
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I am currently building my look book at shopstyle.com featuring my favourite finds--some of which are comparable to what I already own, or things of which I wish to own. (wink, WiNK) Check it out and I will be sure to build and present upon noted pieces in order to help clarify how best to wear (and locate) a Pretty Cheap Dress!

Soul Food

I just have a food baby

I wish you could eat music. I mean, I wish I could eat music in order to fully conceive it's invisible magic. If I figured out how, do you think I'd look like this?

I think so. Only not as awesome in a pink dress.

Get ready folks: Grammy Awards tomorrow night.

M.I.A set to perform, deliver a baby, and win for her two grammy noms. At least I've mastered how to squeeze a bite in there somewhere.

Sin-atra

Not long ago, I was asked by a friend "What is your least favourite month?" I flipped through one through twelve, thinking of the pro's and con's of each, ultimately settling on "February. I mean, given the 'holiday' I'm sure it means plenty to plenty of people, but personally, I've got nothing." Well, actually, I do have bad stories of worthless memories. I mean, how pointless is it to get dressed up for a nice dinner and 'more' only to be reminded year after year how unsuccessful it was? Talk about great expectations; hence, I prefer to be pleasantly surprised any other unmarked day of the year. (Another reason to look good for all of them.)

But, I must say, there aren't many occasions one has several points to prove. Say you two go to a nice dinner: not only must you appeal to your own comfort, but also your date, as this is not a dutch deal. You also must appeal to your public as--at very least aesthetically, you must appear unapologetically struck by cupid. Plus, misery loves company.
As far as fruition goes, I honestly have no idea what works. I mean, I know what works but I don't know what sticks, so take this post with a grain of salt.

I do know that a bright shade of nail polish makes me feel pretty. This is one occasion tomato red will only do, as it is meant to centralize ten reasons you are the bullseye. I really like this shade Asiatique found at MAC.com for $11. Any lighter, and such implies everyday affections; darker and you might not see day time!

Speaking of bullseye, there are two options to intrigue through effective eye makeup. Both are dependent on your look, so pair appropriately:

a) A smoking hot, smokey eye.

I don't work a smoldering eye very often. Ok, I do but not in my eye make up, so if you opt for the extra smudge, be sure to minimize elsewhere.
The key is to specialize the day, time or person with extra effort, yet remain every bit whom they invited. This is not a time to work a 'new you' but instead highlight expected progression and yet keep an anchor. Smoke holds suspense so let go through a simpler look such as a calming cream skirt and blouson top. Try this skirt from Gap found here in khaki ($44) or this comfortable cargo shown in gold from Victoria's secret ($40).

Top with a comparable Arden B. blouson, ruffle make shown here in pink quartz.

b) Doe eyed? Then tell a pushy tale.

This means if you minimize the story line in your make up, tell a compelling one by opting for pieces with a stronger print or detailed build displaying your will for more.
Try this currently popular cascade ruffle available in red or light pink at Charlotte Russe ($20). Release the heavy heat by leaving the top three buttons open as your skin will act as a neutralizer.
A bit more demure, this romantic antique print would be lovely tucked into a skinny dark wash jean and paired with matching heels (Kohl's $48). Or this boho tie-dye variation is a comfortable choice and will be a definite go-to in the coming months (Newport News, $13, hellooo!)
I do know that I feel good when putting a few random, soft curls in my hair or pinning and playing with a side-swept look. Give your hair a break from the straightener. ...wait. let me repeat that: Give your poor hair a break from the straightener as there is nothing prettier than a soft, natural palette that is reflective of you. Pick one: your hair, your face, or your clothes. As for the 'more' segment of the evening: I say do as you say, but be yourself and say it all in your look.
As for the other kind of pallet, that's up to you.
...And cheers, dawlin'. :)

Go Giants

Was anybody actually rooting for a team in the Super Bowl this past Sunday? I typically go for the underdog unless the opposing teams quarterback is hot (or are brothers), in which case, I have a split heart. Such was not the case, so I was for AZ all the way. Plus, I do still have recent fond affections for Scottsdale...but anywho, my friend Rachel and I ventured out to a watching party she was invited to. We had thought to bail early in the game (seeing as how no one really cared about a winner), so I didn't think about 'game watching' attire. But seeing Rach's earnest attempts to dress in team colours, and thinking about not thinking about the game, I became a little worried how my pre-game, 'disinterested' look would go over. I don't typically care what others think of my style, but when not knowing fellow guests', combined with a themed party, a little uncertainty is a given.

Needless to say, we definitely didn't fit in, as we did not have cowboy boots on. Nor brought Coors Light as the choice of beer. Nor, brought a dog for additional entertainment. But the hosts were generous and fun, so we did indeed have a good time. We pretty much carried on with each other as the other girls seemed young (and drunk) when a random friend also in attendance loudly declared "What are you doing here? You should be in New York!" ..what? I'm just as confused, as she clarified "You're always dressed so...stylish"--(with a magic wand wave over my frame)--"...like New York. You would fit in in New York!" As much of a compliment as that is for me, no need to announce stand out style when it is clearly stand out! I shrunk myself down, embarrassed the other cowgirls would chime in with unwelcoming stares or a chorus line "Neeew Yooork Seeetay??", when another girl said "Yes!!! That's what I thought too! Very stylish!...You look like you belong in New York! Is that what you do?!"
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I don't think I would fit in in New York. I mean, the thing about New York is style is what you want it to be--anything you want it to be, as it is an overwhelming well of history and culture, skillfully defined in personal style, an inherent art.
But, oh, how I do love New York. I love the distant sounds that echo through the streets; look left, look right, and left again as you never know how the city can strike you. The 'busy', disinterested expressions of faces that hurriedly pass you by or the knowing looks that remind- no matter how sure you are, you are still a tourist.
It feels like a dream in my mind despite knowing it is very real indeed, but I guess I like to keep it there. I mean, New York is what you make of it as is Anywhere, America or a Super Bowl watching party where you are just as much a tourist. But like style, New Yourk is a place that satisfies an independent element: it is what you make of it. And I don't know about you, but I don't want to get lost on the 6. Er, in the mix.