Faux-Real?

Last night I saw a girl in purple sequined ankle boots. As she walked past, I noticed a red sole and got really excited that they could be Louboutins. AND THEN, I saw the price-sticker residue marring said red soles. I am not kidding.

Can we just stop wearing fakes? If you have a real Gucci purse, then you are "that girl with the Gucci bag." Cool. Good for you. If you have an amazing no-label bag, then you're still "that girl with the gorgeous purse." But, if you have a faux Gucci, then you immediately downgrade yourself to, "that girl with the fake purse" and everyone will judge you. This is L.A., people. We know our labels.

Which girl do you want to be in this story?

Ode to The Sweater

February 15, 2010 is a day that will live in wardrobe infamy for me....it's the day my beloved cashmere sweater disappeared.

This was not just any sweater, it was The Sweater. Ladies, you know what I mean. That clothing item you'd run back to rescue if your house was on fire. It's irreplacable.

The description I entered into the online lost'n'found for Atlanta-Hartsfield International airport (Yes, I reported it missing. I'll never give up hope of being reunited with The Sweater) reads: "black long-sleeved cashmere sweater with one hook-and-eye closure and a Nordstrom tag." But it was so much more.

The Sweater was one of the first really expensive garments I bought when I got my first "good job." One of the most classy and versatile items I owned, it became a centerpiece in my wardrobe around which all my other outfits rotated...that sweater could complement anything. In the winter it doubled over a camisole as a top, and worked with skirts or jeans. In the summer it kept me cozy in frigid movie theaters and restraunts. It was soft, kept it's shape, and NEVER itched or pilled. I'm sure I'll never find another sweater like it.

I don't know exactly what happened to it, but the last time I remember having it was on the airplane to Atlanta. In my darker moments, I imagine that it may have fallen into the hands of the lady involved in the Coke vs. Arizona Tea disaster, or the klutzy flight attendant (instigator of said incident). But I prefer to imagine that The Sweater found it's way onto the back of someone really worthy of it, such as Victoria Beckham, the future winner of Project Runway, or at the very least, a fellow fashionista who appreciates good cashmere.

Goodbye, beloved Sweater. I must attempt to replace you, but I will never forget you.

Oops....I think

While on my most recent flight to Atlanta I got a coke from the flight attendant. As she handed it to me across the large woman in the middle seat, a little dribble occured during the transfer.

Although not completely my fault, I turned immediately to the woman to apologize and hand her a napkin....and she was sound asleep. I scrutinized the little coke-puddle on her white tee. It wasn't very big, and had already sort of soaked in.

I decided it would be really akward to wake her. What do you say? ("Excuse me Miss, sorry to disturb your nap, but in additon to waking you I just wanted to let you know I spilled coke all over your blouse."). So I just drank the coke really fast and got rid of the incriminating cup as fast as I could, way before she woke up.

Shortly before we landed, she DOUSED my pants and coat with her Arizona iced tea. She apologized profusely and offered me 2 napkins that disappeared immediately into the puddle on my seat.

I get it lady. Sorry. You got me good. I hope you feel better now.

And I hope that coke stain doesn't wash out!

Congrats to the Saints!

I was pulling for y'all based on:
My love of the fleur di lis
My love of your city
Your gold helmets and pants (the classiest and coolest football uniforms in the NFL)
...and who doesn't love a good, tear-jerking, inspiring a city-getting-back-on-its-feet story?

Perspective and inappropriate analogies

Why, when you are going through a really stressful time in your life, is it okay for people attempt to comfort you by saying something like, "Well, it could be worse, think of all the children starving in Africa," or something similar that has absolutely nothing to do with your situation. Has that statement EVER made anyone feel better?

Also, why, when your superiors are going through a very stressful time at work, is it definitely not okay to say something like, "Well, it could be worse, think of all the companies that actually went out of business this year."

I'm just wondering. I didn't actually say that. Out loud.