St. Patrick’s Day Is No Excuse

That is the exact subject line of  the email I got. And never has it been so true. Last year’s unfortunate green tuxedo shirt is nothing to this hot mess.

There is so much wrong with St. Patrick’s Day fashion choices to begin with, since people (at least in America) tend to take the idea of “wear something green” and run with it, wearing increasingly unflattering and weird t-shirts and outfits while wearing green everything and generally smelling of beer and whisky, as though that is what being Irish is. But there is no excuse for dressing this badly short of an ironic Halloween.

Anyway, here is some green-tinged delusion.

Happy Thanksgiving

For my American readers, happy Thanksgiving.  For everyone else, happy Thursday.

Today, I give thanks for a lot of things.

Given that I’m writing this post at nearly 2 a.m. after a shocking amount of scotch, I confess I’m thankful for a delightfully zany family that teaches me both to appreciate the craziness in life as well as the mellow moments.  I’m thankful for N being sympathetic to my admittedly bitchy attitude over the last several months as I’ve written this blog.  And I’m grateful for the intoxicating smell of bourbon turkey being thrown on the smoker for tomorrow afternoon.

I am not grateful for all of the horrible things fashion has thrown my way this year.

Happy Halloween!

Ah, Halloween.  The one night a year a girl can dress like a total slut and no one can sauy anything about it.

Thankfully, at the Halloween party I attended this year, no one was a “slutty” anything.  I may have pushed the line a tiny bit with the hemline on my skirt, but since I was wearing a calf-length coat, no one could really see it anyway.

Normally, tomorrow would be the big day to review Halloween costumes of the rich and famous, but Heidi Klum’s cancelled her traditional party thanks to Sandy.

So here are some of the ridiculous highlights from this past weekend:

Labor Day Means Weddings Means Sartorial Lunacy Abounds

So, of Labor Day Weekends in the past six years, I have been at weddings on three of them (Happy Anniversary, J!).  It’s a good thing, since weddings are (generally) a good time all around.  But when there are many people dressing up there are inevitably people who skew the dressing well curve in either direction.  For instance, on one end of the spectrum was a woman whose Christian Louboutins caused me to seethe with a violent case of shoe envy.  After a few cocktails, I told her how much I loved her shoes.  I think she thought I was a madwoman.  I’m okay with it, because those shoes were worth being That Girl accosting a complete stranger about her footwear.

But all said, it was a fairly posh wedding.  The reception was at a country club with delicious canapes and electric blue cocktails.  And yet, despite such elegance, there were still some people on the other, not quite as elegant end of the spectrum.

And Now For Something Completely Different

Today is my birthday. In light of the fact that I have complained about terrible, horrible things every weekday for the past six months or thereabouts, I thought it might be something New and Different to talk about people and things I like in honor of the day.
I love writing this blog, but I have basically bitched about things for 150ish days. Even I struggle to maintain that level of surliness. So, as a one off, here are some people whose style I enjoy on a regular basis: