B & W

Black and white

Remembering some of my favorite outfits from the 90’s…my Body Glove ensembles in black and white. It had several coordinating pieces, leggings, a couple tank dresses and a skirt. My best friend and I could each wear a whole outfit and match. So, i’m having serious flash backs on the runway this season! The back and white graphics are everywhere. 

I am currently OBSESSED with Marc Jacobs Spring coordinates. Sequins have never looked so Mod. The back and white stripes, the checkerboard tops, and the pixie cuts. Austin Powers, baby! 

Here are some of my favorite. Don’t worry Kate, I wont make you dress up like me…unless you want to? 

Atlantic-Pacific Blog

Each X Other (just ordered this amazing leather jacket!)

Marc Jacobs Spring 2013

MJ Spring 2013

MJ Spring 2013

Ugg..Ugly...Ugh...

The search to replace the Ugg…

I’ll admit it, one thing I DO like about winter is the fluffy feeling of putting my feet into those forever ugly Ugg boots on my way out the door. No socks required (I think socks are look ridiculous with most pants), I don't have to sit down to put them on (seriously I do not have the time to sit or the balance to stand), they fit perfectly outside my skinny jeans (are their any other kind?) and oh did I mention that they are like walking in warm mashed potatoes?

I KNOW that they are hideous and a complete hypocrisy to everything fabulous and yet I cannot find a boot that will replace their purpose! My husband can’t wait to mock me very Fall, he’s all “hey Pamela (Anderson)” and “those are SO 1999!” Its not that I think they are stylish, I do understand that they are hideous and outdated. But what am I supposed to wear in this tundra called New York? What am I supposed to wear to school drop off?? What am I supposed to wear to hunt for our Christmas tree? One year, I tried white Patagonia puffer boots, they were ridiculous with my fur coats. I tried Hunter boots with the fleece sock…too stinky and too many parts to the puzzle first thing in the morning. I tried the Ugg Broome boots this year…but they were even more hideous because they were the Ugg boot TRYING to be the fancy boot. I literally had to send them back as fast as I could just out of sheer shame.

So I’ve been searching Zappos and Net-a-Porter, for an alternative. Although I didn’t find fabulousness in shearling, I did find a couple options that might not totally ruin my reputation.

Marc by Marc Jacobs 

Frye Shearling Harness Boot

Mou Shealring Boot

Mou Shearling Studded Boot

A.P.C Shearling Moccasin Boot 

And just so we are clear, I am not throwing away my Uggs, but I might just give them a few days off this winter. I kinda have a little panic at the thought of not having them as an option, they are my winter flip flops. 

Fall for Fall? More like I got pushed.

                                       

The summer is literally draining from my body. My face is turning paler everyday, my hair three shades darker and my tan lines almost non-existent. The leaves may be getting brighter but my complexion is dreary. It happens every year at the same time, one day I’m totally fabulous and the next I feel like my body has been taken over by a ghost.

I thought that it would help to have my highlights covered up, get me into a pumpkin-carving mood. I thought that you wouldn’t notice that the ever-present glow about me was gone if the orange streaks in my hair had disappeared. Turned out that I just totally erased all signs of summer. My foundation no longer has to be mixed with “Tan” to get a perfect match, my cheeks require less peach blush and more terracotta, and the circles under my eyes have nothing to compete with any more. I feel awesome. ha.

Tanning is no longer an option, as I do really appreciate my skin being attached to body these days, and feel that I have already used up all seven of my “tanning bed” lives. So I gues that I’m left to illuminating make-up and some warm pumpkin toned attire to brighten me up...until the plane leaves for sunny Florida of course.

Atlantic-pacific blog does ornate orange

love these Gwen Ash leather sneaks

Current Elliot does summer fall cords

fur vest gets a rocker make over

Line Blanket sweaters ohhhh sooo cozy

pumpkin picking

Fabulous any time of year in Stella 

Adore this sweater by Kelly Weastler

Terracotta blush is essential for getting thru the winter

Laura Mercer brings the glow back with their radiance primer

Turn dark circles into bright circles with Laura Mercer eye serum 

First Bitten

I’ve always been proud of my bold colors and loud neons. Too bright pastels have been my calling card for as long as I can remember. I don’t buy black. I don’t wear black puffer coats by THE North Face, and I don’t support the boring black carry-all (especially because they’re practical). I reject the LBD as wimpy, and expected and I would not be caught dead in a black slack.

Until, I was bitten by the NEW BLACK. This is not your “sensible” go with everything safety black. This is stand-out, holy crap what Castle did you come from kinda black. The most Mysterious Blackest Badass Black on the block.

This season’s liquid black leather, and vampy goth looks have me drooling blood. Naughty is so very nice. Yes, mama has turned into a vampire, and I’m ready to be very mean. I pulled out my old black moto boots (even loving that they are beat up and worn), pared them with a short Helumt lang silk skirt and leather sleeved sweater….of course I had to throw on my fur trimmed gray overcoat (I am not ready to give up my furs people). I took my wicked-ass self to a fashion event ALONE and felt like I could kick people in the shin if I got a dirty look. I grabbed some champagne made my rounds confidently, and then left swiftly like I had something much better to do. Like pick up my bike from the garage and drive the very long road up to my dark and dreary Castle for a blood martini on my velvet couch. Ugh, I’m so busy people!

Just in time for Halloween, I have my “costume” ready…

Markus Lupher 

ladies who lunch

Could I be?

I had the pleasure of meeting two of my best girlfriends for lunch. I was lucky enough to put the baby down for a nap and leave her sleeping at home with the cleaning lady. Yes, I go there. On the other hand my two friends are working girls, they wear shiny heels everyday, they lunch cause someone pays them to and they never have puffs stuck to their jeans.  I lunch because I'm about to loose my mind talking to a one year old about the up coming election and what an ass I think Romey is. 

Do I hang out waaaayyy too much at Starbucks with my toddler? perhaps. But I only go there as an 'activity' and to fuel myself through another morning of picking up legos, changing diarrhea diapers and locating missing pacifiers. Do I need to eat? Not really, cause I've been snacking on pirate's booty I found on the floor, but I do require the adult interaction. The funny thing about this dynamic between me and my BFFs is that they actually think that I "lunch" leisurely in-between gym trainer sessions and strutting pathetically around the grocery store in my black leather peplum coat. Are they right? Am I one of them? The Housewives of Rochester? And why the hell does that offend me so terribly?

I am really Tardy for the Party??...Isn't that everything that I try not to be? Too funny even my best friends poke fun at it, because it's exactly the opposite of who I think I am.

I tend to see myself as MUCH more of disaster than the preppy mommies at the local Yoga studio. The way they see me is not always the full story. For example, most days I have to think VERY hard to remember the last time I took a shower. I may or may not be wearing hanes your way undies from when I was pregnant. I dont work hard at a top knot, I literally can not get the peanut butter out of my hair so it stays by itself. And I don't need to remind you that I left my daughter with my cleaning lady to sneak out and have salad and a wedge cocktail at the country club. Hmmm, maybe they're right? 

 This is actually a more accurate depiction of who I think I am...

This is not leisure ladies, this is survival.

Let's get physical...

As if the gym wasn't intimidating enough...I have Nicole Richie's fab gym style to compete with?

I have belonged to the same fancy gym for two years...I have walked though those doors exactly 7 times, twice was for company holiday parties filled with pigs and a blanket. I decided now that my son is back in school and I only have one little monster to keep track of I should make a commitment to the gym. Marry the gym? nah, i'm talking one night stand, and maybe a phone call in the morning.

So I call to make an appointment for my daughter at the childcare, they have an 11 am spot open. Awesome, she should be hungry and ready for her nap by then, I'm sure this will go great. Not to mention she has spent the entire weekend GLUED to my hip. Screams bloody murder if i put her down (i'm thinking i could actually incorporate her into my outfit and no one would no she was there). Anyway i make the appointment and I finally get there. stumbling out of my car with two bags and a baby, I run into an old friend in the parking lot, she's glistening with sweat, thin, toned and she just RAN to a the gym to continue her workout (really Katie?!), she looks at me and shocked says..."What are YOU doing here?!" Funny, people never say that when they see me out with my leather pants and sequins. Not to mention that I was in wide leg Taka printed pants and a striped Elizabeth and James button down, carrying a drooling one year old in glittered clothes. Not exactly gym ready, but I'm trying!

I get my daughter into the child care center and realize she has pooped...change her and sign her in. They tell me they will ONLY call me if she needs her diaper changed. Which I of course assure them won't happen cause I just changed her. I sneak out while she's not looking and head for the changing rooms. Where I run into another person, she says "wow, I didn't know you belonged here, what days do you come?" My response, "none." She says what do you do here? me: "nothing." This sweet women and her friend talk to me for more than 10 minutes about the Power Yoga class and how much I will loooove it and become addicted to it. Ummm, okay, right. do they sell crack and handbags?

Anyway, I finally get changed, and buy some earphones cause all I want to do is walk on the treadmill and watch Kathy and Hoda drink and gossip. Then the first call from Childcare comes...she needs her diaper changed...again. I go in and she's screaming her head off with a mixture of drool and snot telling me "poop mommmeeeee!" I change her and put her down and run out the door as fast as I can...little did I know this would be the only form of exercise I would get all day.

I get on the elliptical. This process takes me 2 minutes to start and another 2 minutes to find a place to put my phone, keys and water bottle...then i get the second call..."she won't stop screaming could you please come get her?"

So, back again, its been 45 minutes and I am now sitting in the cafe at the gym with a now very happy little girl, a hotdog and a side of potato chips. Basically, I GAINED weight going to the gym, I didn't work out at all, and got called out by at least two people. But hey, on the upside I did get to use the bathroom by myself.

oh la la

You're not from here are you?

Today at the grocery store a woman came up behind me in line (while I was chasing my 1 yr old around with 10 candy bars in her hand), she said “excuse me?” I turned and said “yes?”… her response…”oh you’re AMERICAN? I thought for sure you were French!” As she looked me up and down, she smiled confused and just walked away. That’s it, she had nothing to say to me, apparently unless I spoke French. I didn’t know whether to take it as a compliment or a not.

She was apparently startled by my “yeah?” (insert snotty new york accent) response, as I stood there with a black and white mesh sweater, tucked into a high-waisted-poofy cotton Hannoh skirt and black suede Perdro Garcia wrap sandals, topped off with a chunky necklace and a fat top bun. In a world full of Lululemon grocery runners, I stood out as “odd.” I often get “your not from here are you?” Or “you didn’t buy that in Rochester did you?” But it's not every day that I get mistaken for someone from another country. However, on occasion my husband does think that I’m from another planet.

Here are some of my fav tees from Zoe Karssen…this is about as French as this American mama gets. 

buy online at net-a-porter.com

and

singer22.com