Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Today was like Bring Your Daughter to Work Day for Mr. Diabolina. Except instead of a daughter, it was his girlfriend, his mom, his dad and his Mr. NBC. :)
As I drove in to watch Mr. D second chair his first trial, I seriously thought I might faint from nerves. As he confidently cross examined witnesses (in the pink tie I picked out), I thought I might throw up, had to clutch Mr. NBC's arm. As I looked at his mom beaming with pride and the jury rapt in attention, I thought I might cry.
Today, I realized how rare it is to see your loved ones "in action" professionally. To witness a a part of them that is brilliantly skillful and subtly artful and above all, assured. Today, I was blown away by someone I've known forever and a day. Love that. And I came to terms with the fact that there is a whole side to the man I love that doesn't involve me. Love that too.
I am overjoyed he has found a profession that he (mostly) loves and rocks and was born to do. What a gift of a day. I only hope one day I finally find my thing and he snags a front row seat to watch me shine.
After court, I needed to wait out rush hour traffic before heading back to L.A. As luck would have it, Miss Rachelle suggested I hit the Nordstrom Rack near South Coast earlier in the week. She knew I was looking for a leather jacket and had just picked up this Phillip Lim for Nordstrom one. $150, marked down from $900. AAAAAAAAAA!
Unfortunately the jacket was gone and the additional 50 percent off designer merchandise was over, but I still spent nearly 3 hours combing the store. If you can believe it, I had never been there. The designer selection was a dream. Chloe, Stella McCartney, Tory Burch, Oscar De La Renta, Peter Som, Missoni. Just one or two seasons old. I pawed everything. Twice. But managed to reign myself in. I didn't feel like spending a couple hundred dollars on any one thing.
So instead I headed over to the shoe department - a wonderland of Prada and Choo and Manolos and Miu Mius and Marc Jacobs. I shoved my foot in every shoe that would fit and some that wouldn't. I fantasized about where I could wear hot pink strappy Jimmy Choos (answer: ANYWHERE AND EVERYWHERE!)
But again all the shoes I loved were at least $200. Too steep. So I narrowed it down to a few options. Decided to get one totally impractical pair that I've loved for a while. Just $70. Can you guess which one?
Thanks Miss Rachelle for teaching me a very very bad thing. I can't wait to head out there with my momma around the holidays. Major damage will be done.
Forever 21 dress
Banana Republic sweater
Forever 21 belt
London sole shoes
C for Court Casual
Mr. Diabolina told me dress inconspicuously, to not wear anything too flashy. Ugh. So I thought monochromatic gray wouldn't stick out.
Originally planned to wear a yellow sweater. Adore yellow with gray. But the proportion of the sweater didn't work with the dress. I looked like a big blob. Even with the belt.
Think my look was a bit too sexy caz for court. Mr. NBC struck the perfect balance in his GORG argyle. Ugh. What a beautiful man.
I think I should have worn pants with my wrap sweater a la Nicole. Maybe a heel. Definitely a higher neckline. Too many suits were peeping the girls. F.
Speaking of Nicole, while I scoured Nordstrom Rack, she was partying with Victoria at the Alberta Ferreti store grand opening.
I die. Liking the soft makeup but that silver satin dress - meh! Feels a bit dated. Much prefer my gray jersey.
Much more on trend tonight were the Olsens at a Borders book signing in Westwood that I wanted to hit with Fashionintelligentsia. Loving the red belt and that leather mini. And is that a wrap-like grey sweater I spy? JINX!