punch it up

Being a Seattleite (read: It rains a lot here), I’m always a sucker for those bright, happy, spring clothes that start showing up in March and April. And I buy them, all the while thinking to myself, If I wear them, it will come. (Sun—not...

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chasing skirts

My friend, Ali, wrote a cool book about skirts. It seemed an odd subject for her first publishing venture. But sure enough—there was something to say. Like: The “hobble” skirt was the cause of countless deaths in the early 20th century. (Apparently, the thing shackled women...

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neiman’s-for-all

You know what I consider fun during the holiday season? Checking out the most expensive item in the annual Neiman Marcus Christmas Catalog (which is now actually referred to as “The Book”). One year, the big-ticket item was a million-dollar, diamond-encrusted bra from Victoria’s Secret....

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getting the boot

I’m sure you’re ready to give ME the boot, given my spotty blogging of late. But if you kick back and take a peek at the steals I’ve found for you, you’ll likely forgive and forget. And, if that doesn’t work, you’ll at least enjoy...

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the bangles

Here’s how a bargain-shopping blitz generally works with me: Something catches my eye in a magazine…I look it up on the internet…go check it out in the store…and eventually decide it’s overpriced. At which point—if I’m really fixated--I find myself back on the net searching...

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seeing red

I’m fascinated by the current court battle known to fashion insiders simply as, “Christian Louboutin vs Yves Saint Laurent.” Want to know what they’re dickering over?  A color. It seems that the folks at Louboutin—known for their distinctive, expensive, red-soled shoes—are hopping mad that YSL started...

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pretty shady

Why am I writing this? Because I can. I am not ashamed to admit my attachment to 2012's hottest chick lit mommy porn trashy novel "book series" to hit the carpool lane. Let's blame it on the fact that I'm a Seattleite who owns a Kindle. Though...

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piss off

It’s a wonder I love animal prints. To explain the irony, let's travel back to 1973, the year my parents (university professors on sabbatical) enrolled me in a Swiss elementary school...

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