Peaches hands me this hilarious napkin with my morning cup of Kona. The froggie looks how I feel ;)
Casually mention that I’d like pancakes and before I know it Peach is whipping up a batch with a batter he wants to try. He pulls out all the stops. Berries and whip cream and real maple syrup. ADORE HIM!
AND THEN he proceeds to whip up what he calls course #2. Eggwhite scramble with veggies and turkey bacon. HEARTS IN MY EYES FOR HIM. But ugh I’d be 800 lbs if we lived in the same city. I'm definitely better off living with a mister that doesn't like to eat. Sigh.
Mr. Producer returns from the gym and the three of us talk Domino decorating, Broadway musicals and Europop. The two of them even conspire on a “mixed tape” they have to burn for me before I go. BEST.BOYZ.EVER.
Midday I brave the mean streets alone to meet Jean Bean. We have a muy important fashion date. She's booked an hour long appointment at a bridal shop that’s an institution in NY. She found out they were having a sample sale during my visit and said she needed my support. Said she'd never think to attempt a bridal sample sale without me. YAY I'm good for SOMETHING :)
It's crawling with vags.The scene is a cross between a sorority and Hollywood Blvd. It’s full of tittering estrogen and naïve dreams of happily ever after. Jean Bean and I don’t quite belong.
In the last few months, I've realized that even though we are uber girly we're not particularly wedding girly girls. We didn't plan our weddings as little girls. We subscribed to Vogue not Bride.
Think our 20s were pretty singularly focused on getting graduate degrees, building fabulous social networks, creating professional reputations, landing designer goods on a budget. A wedding hasn't really ever been the end goal.
A relationship with a good man who appreciates a strong independent intelligent woman? YES. A big fluffy public declaration of that relationship? Not so much. Besides, we've got plenty of glam events to get dressed up for so a wedding wouldn’t necessarily be our be-all-end-all Cinderella moment.
Nevertheless, we both like a deal so we meet with a little bridal consultant in a private room and try to act like we were raised right. She gathers details about Jean Bean’s vision for her wedding. Then Jean Bean and I pick out 3 sample sale dresses and she fetches three more regularly priced ones.
Despite being told I couldn’t take pictures under penalty of death, I did. (WARNING: The one shown being the least flattering because it weighed a ton and wasn't completely clamped.)
I choked up when Jean Bean slipped on the first gown. Sometimes I am the ultimate sappy vag (eww that sounds gross!) This Lazarro lacy column was the final dress and our favorite. A little more than she wants to pay but I'm confident the right dress will find her. Maybe a designer friend will lend her something...
Although we didn't walk out with what Texas Cowboy called our very own "white trash bag," we did learn a few things:
- Wedding dresses cost too much. And we are cheap.
- With her lithe figure, she can pull off even the most unforgiving charmuese material. What a skinny marathon running, yoga teaching, vegetarian eating bitch!!
- Strapless may not be as flattering as straps for her. A good thing since strapless would likely give her conservative Asian mother a coronary.
- Lace overlays are a romantic sexy option when they are fitted.
- Sashes can completely change the look of a dress. It might be neat to do one obi style!
- And finally Jean Bean should keep an open mind as we are in unchartered fashion territory.
The boys meet us and look similarly uncomf about the vaggy scene in the store. Not sure they would have stepped foot inside if it wasn't for the sweltering heat.
We high tail it out of there but not before Peaches picks out the gaudiest dress as his fave. It would be purrfect if Jean was Betsey Johnson. F.
We get some fairly good trinkets of deceit. We even are shocked to find pretty good Prada fairy facsimiles (Yes, already. And yes, I didn't like them at first but now I wanna!)
Alas the Goyard is no where to be found. Shocking because they were all over the city when I came last October. Got two bags for my mom for $65.
We go into back room after back room only to get told "NO GOYARD" in less than friendly tones. Me thinks they are cracking down on those and so no vendor is stocking them.
After an hour I am ready to give up. But picture my mom's tiny sad face and give it one last ditch effort. I tell a kind faced street hustler that I want Goyard, I need Goyard.
And miraculously, he doesn't bark no at me. Instead he leads me down a GREAT stall (full of AMAZING YSL and Balenciaga knock-offs) to the motherload.
Behold The Precious. Wasn't crazy about the stripe or the price (haggled down to $55) but I think my mom will like it.
Behold The Yummy aka garlic chicken.
We pick up Mr. Producer at the condo and the two couples drop me off at Penn Station. Texas Cowboy carries my stuff. How lucky am I.
Ride the Accelea to Boston, prep for my conference and hit the hay late. Only gonna get four hours of sleep tonight. The conference is going to be interesting...
Fashion District halter dress
Louis Vuitton earrings
Forever 21 bangles
Marc Jacobs Irina bag
Stuart Weitzman sandals
You'd never know I was dripping sweat and feeling foul in this outfit, huh? Well I was. Walking around downtown was misery. Only the promise of good fakes and better Chinese food could ever compel me to be outside on a day like today.
A word on fakes. I was not opposed to them in college and grad school. I had no money but had the same eye for luxury goods which equals sadness. Fake bags were the only way to go.
Once you buy a real designer purse however you can't ever go back to fakes. So I haven't bought one in like 7 years. The Goyard seems different to me though because the real one is essentially a plastic tote that retails for nearly $1000. F that. And frankly no one really knows that brand in L.A. I still wouldn't carry it but my mom likes it so I got it.
The jewelry though I just think is trashy fun. $10 instead of hundreds. And that's all costume jewlery - no stones or gold. When you pair it with real Chanel shoes and a bag no one is the wiser and I just think it's funny. Need to stop buying them tho. Don't want to contribute to terrorism and child slavery and all that. Ugh.
Back to the outfit. Love the color of this dress with the bag. Very summer chic. Notice in the picture above that Jean Bean was wearing her Marc bag in saddle too. YAY! She loves being twinsies and I love her for it.
Are you loving the new H&M scarf??? I am. Will match so many outfits this summer.
Wore it on the train only. It was too hot to be mistaken for Rachel Ray during the day (How REDIC was that whole fashion fiasco! Dunkin Donuts should never have pulled it!)
Rocked my Me&Ro necklace underneath. So I felt Mr. Diabolina was close by even though he was a coast away.