Pray for Me

This post is dedicated to those of you who do not have children…whether ”yet” or “period.”

The same people who claim complete ownership over their makeup;

And whose earrings all have partners which can be found on places other than Barbie’s plastic lobes;

And whose shoes, whether Steve Madden or Chanel, are not scuffed from toddler romps across the driveway.

You are blissfully unaware of the time of year.

Sure peaches are in season and beer tastes amazing even though the formulas have not been altered, but late august, to those of us blessed with children, is the awkward and uncomfortable period between camp and school.

GOD HELP US

You may have noticed your local liquor store is running low on the hard stuff and your pharmacy is only offering the generic versions. It is because these last few weeks of summer are spent making any attempt to amuse, placate or just keep our little ones quiet.

So far it has been a week and a half and I have been to two movies (but have only gotten to sit though 47 minutes of projection), three trips to the arcade, three trips to the playground, one magic show, two play-dates, one very very tiring trip to the children’s museum and oh yes… this picnic.

The picnic was actually quite fun. We went to Morgan Park which is a beautiful park overlooking the Long Island Sound. Plus it is rarely inhabited so there is never any litter.

It also has a great stage where they feature mediocre cover bands which is actually one of my fetishes. Last week they had 2U, a U2 tribute band.

I introduced Sam and Carly to the movie Annie last month- this is Sam’s rendition of “It’s a Hard Knock Life.”

16 more days until the first day of school…CHEERS

Time Enough at Last

You’re traveling through another dimension, a dimension not only of sight and sound but of mind: a journey into a wondrous land whose boundaries are that of imagination. That’s the signpost up ahead- your next stop, the Twilight Zone.

Submitted for your approval – a skate park in a buzzing suburb of a big city. It might be New York City…it might be Chicago..it really doesent matter (but it is New York City).
It’s the middle of August, an exquisite day for skating as the 74 degree temperature suggests that Autumn is making an early cameo.

And yet the park is ominously uninhabited.

Where are all the prepubescent, misunderstood members of this suburb?
Perhaps they have woken up after a night of hard partying to find they are now the playthings of a giant alien toddler…perhaps they suddenly discovered they are not acne ridden middle schoolers at all but department store mannequins out for a monthly romp…perhaps they have been caught by the police and relegated to a far way planet with only a stacked female robot to keep them company (they wish!)

Perhaps unless you are a diehard Twilight Zone fan you are board senseless with this entry and are now just assessing my ensemble.

My Ensemble

I was going for sophisticated former Rock Star mom. Kate Moss meets Cindy Crawford meets Lita Ford. I also wanted to try this whole grey and yellow combo and the Children’s magic show at the Locust Valley Library seemed oh so appropriate. Sam, Carly and Baby Dean Loved it. I was not fooled- I knew the coin was in his hand.

That Jacket had no label, but it was on the 5.00 rack at Worth Repeating.
The belt is from the Boys and Girls Club rummage sale.
Seven for All Mankind jeans
and Prada Ballet flats.

One if by Air...Two if by Armani

SAMANTHA'S
SAMANTHA'S
SAMANTHA'S

In exchange for a mere plug on my itsy blog, Catherine, of SAMANTHA'S CONSIGNMENT, located on School Street in Glen Cove, NY, slashed the price on not one but two Giorgio Armani garments to less than what I paid for lunch (including liquor and gratuities ). Now granted, I am a big eater, but had I consumed these garments at their original prices I would, ironically, not be able to fit into them.

Giorgio Armani silk tunic-$15.oo









As an added bonus, Catherine hoisted herself onto a stool armed with a broom handle and retrieved my Son’s balloon from the cathedral ceiling of the boutique. Sad to admit, but Baby Dean was not exactly forthcoming with his claim over said balloon. But its previous owner had abandon it and left it for dead, and as we know, in toddler etiquette once a child claims something not currently occupied the deed is thus turned over to them.

All in all a fortuitous day at SAMANTHA'S CONSIGNMENT, located on School Street in Glen Cove, NY (All major credit cards accepted)




Giorgio Armani Silk Wrap Dress- $15.00

Thanks Reva

I am long overdue to pay forward compliment from the famous Reva

Reva holds the distinction, in addition to being one of the very best bloggers of vintage mixes, of having my very favorite profile icon picture. Doesn't she look so GLAM!




This award is for being versatile, which I have to admit, I am. Clothing is not like a tattoo so it is fun changing it up and playing with looks.


These are my three favorite that I have posted over the last few months.






























I couldn’t come up with anything very interesting about myself because I am writing this mid- day (Baby Dean’s nap) and Ms. Hyde emerges coincidentally sometime around happy-hour, but here are a few of my favorites things...

Favorite actress- Angelia Jolie (Sorry Everyone)
Favorite TV Show (currently)– Project Runway, RuPaul’s Drag U, WEEDS
Favorite Song - Simple Man
Favorite label- Vince
Favorite scent – Kate Spade
Favorite College Professor - David Linton
Favorite Photo of me (GOD HELP ME)

And I am paying it forward to these amazing bloggers

What Andie Wears
Peanut Butter Hand Print
Schoolmarm Style: Freedom!
Closet Bliss
Beantown Fashionista
Ephemera

Fashion Ubiquity

I have been seeing variations of this ensemble all over town.

I saw a similar style with a longer skirt at Michael Kors at the Americana Manhasset…At Citrus, an amazing little boutique in Locust Valley the top had only one sleeve…and at Saks the frightening faceless mannequin seemed indifferent to her version, which features cigarette pants.

Fashion ubiquity scares me a little and always seems to lead me to the same thought; I had better wear this trend quick because it will be going out of style in 10 minutes.

I don’t do trends much, I much prefer styles which are more vague and open to interpretation. The Boho look is a style…Jeggings are a trend. California Casual is a style… floral rompers are a trend. Not that there is anything wrong with floral rompers and jeggings, but if I am going to invest in a fleeting trend I do have like to be mindful of the expiration date.

Don't Tell My Husband, Please

I am not as good of a wife as my husband thinks I am.

As horrifying backwards and 1950’s as it may be, it really is somewhat of an act.

He thinks I am a culinary genius but really I just specialize in foods that fill the house with scent. I make roasted chicken and meatloaf and oven potatoes.

He thinks the house is always tiny…a half hour before he is due home I play an episode of the Electric Company for the kids and scurry around the house frantically straightening as much as I can. I then brush my hair and put on tinted lip balm (I don’t want to look too contrived).

Oh yea, I also dress for him constantly, just like our first date where I was so excited that I went and bought an entire new outfit (yes, entire) and when we moved in together I threw out my grandma looking pajamas and filled my brand new very own drawer with cute boy shorts and camis.

Now that I know him 13 years worth I am much better at figuring out what he likes, even better than him sometimes.

This outfit he loves. I knew he would when I saw it in a magazine. He likes women in dresses but he doesn’t like dresses that are too frilly, like a doll. The look he likes, by his own admission, is “sharp” which I think this dress is. I am really excited that the upcoming season seems to be featuring a lot of “sharp” looks. I have noticed a lot more camel separates and menswear tailoring.

In case you are interested, I won this dress on Ebay for 12.00. The belt is from the salvation, 1.75. I don’t know what army was previously wearing this belt, but they must have been very stylish.