Incoming motivation

Oh college, what lessons you teach.... and most lessons do not come from a book! The lesson of time, for instance, is learned after your teachers have dumped piles of paper on your already full plate. Time is my excuse for not updating in, um, a very long time. Very long.
A recent e-mail from Style.com boosted my determination to squeeze blogging into my cramped schedule. A glance was all it took, and soon I was absorbed in spring runways decked in florals and vivid colors, visions of beaches and lemonade dancing in my head. Two hours later I had compiled a rather long list of "designers to look at when time is not important" (read: spring break). My habit of misplacing random lists spurred me to re-visit the Blogger dashboard and post the list in an easily-accessible place. Since time is being held over my head again, I am posting a highly edited version of The List. Here's to the next three months flying by!
Go shopping,
-B.

Lyn Devon
Nanette Lepore
Erdem
Lanvin
Anna Sui
L'Wren Scott

In Now: New York Post

The weather outside is frightful, but that's to be expected when a southern girl leaves her natural habitat and heads north for the New Year. What was I thinking? Thankfully, I'm fully equipped with boots, hats, scarves, gloves, and of course, a few fabulous coats.

Watching the ball drop in Times Square on TV has been a tradition for who-knows-how-long so this year we decided to do something really different: going to Times Square to watch the ball drop. Thus, here I sit in a tiny appartment somewhere in mid-town Manhattan. I have no idea where I am once I leave the building. If someone were to spin me in a circle one time, I strongly doubt I could even find the front door again. Yes, it's that bad.

Anyways, we headed up-town earlier today and I spent quite a bit of time people-watching while lunching on 5th Ave. It wasn't long before 3 trends began popping out repeatedly. Skinny jeans, flat boots, and skinny jeans with flat boots. Do New Yorkers not wear anything else? I felt out of place with my heeled, pointy boots and slight boot-cut trousers. Ugg is everywhere. Maybe it's just my view, but personally I don't think I can pull them off. Give me heels or.... well, heels. It is the rare occasion when I break out the flats, and my feet have to be in serious pain before I go to the last resort.

Tomorrow I head out again, this time in jeans and maybe (gasp) silver skimmers. After all, I did spend most of my day traipsing up and down the upper-east side. Who wants to take a cab when there are stores as far as the eye can see?

Go shopping New York,

-B.

Mary Mascara

So it looks like every female who has a passing interest in anything remotely beauty-related eventually will have issues with mascara. *ominous music here* Women (myself included) have tried hords of different brands of the stuff, each product company promising perfect, blob-less eyelashes and computer generated length. Personally, I have tried pretty much everyone's. Maybelline's ever-present Great Lash was my first at age 13. By the time I was 13 and a half I knew it wasn't meant to be. From then on my lash life slid quickly downward and I soon had a little black book of "never-use-again" mascaras. And then one day a dear soon-to-be-married friend of mine took me to a MaryKay beauty promo. One swipe of the Ultimate Mascara and my lashes were theirs forever. Well, maybe not forever but certainly as long as it keeps working. All that over-dramatization in a nut shell: MaryKay's Ultimate Mascara is highly recommended by your's truely. Buy it, use it, love it.

Go shopping,

-B.

Can't-Live-Withouts

Stumbled across a fabulous site during my first-day-of-Christmas-break lazing. Still playing around with it. :)
Go shopping,

-B.

See more of my Can't-Live-Withouts list at ThisNext.

Vroom vroom

After enduring the pain and suffering that accompanyed my car going into the shop nearly 5 weeks ago, I finally got my baby back today. The afore mentioned pain and suffering refer to me driving my brothers car to and from school every day. My brother's non-airconditioned, non-radio-ed, non-anything-remotely-extra, non-21st-century Mazda. "Trixie", as my sparkly white Chevy was aptly named by the girls and me, is back on the highway and good as new. It almost makes me look forward to tomorrow's pre-8:00 am drive.
Go shopping,
-B.

What are rules for?

To keep them, at least when it comes to fashion! Really, girls. It's not that difficult. There are a lot of fashion rules that some of us wouldn't know squat about, and that simply aren't realistic for college girls to be worrying over. But then there are the rules that everyone should keep. You know, like brushing your teeth, removing old mascara, washing your face on a regular schedule, and never never wearing white, open-toed shoes after Labor Day! It's November. I don't care what part of the world you're from, I would bet that it's still November. That means that Labor Day is long gone. I can forgive you the day after, and maybe even the week after. But I can't forgive November. Cold, dry, windy November when all you want to do is cuddle up in a blanket and stay at home, and if you do have to venture into the unwelcoming weather you immediatly go for the warmest articles in your wardrobe. Not white summer pumps with a cute little peep-toe. Common sense should have led the hapless creature I beheld earlier today to select warmer foot-ware, even if she was fashionably clueless. Let's try to do better, shall we?
Go shopping,
-B.

Given the Boot

I'd just about given up in my search for the perfect brown boots. They had to be just under my knee (none of this ankle thing), leather, with a not-too-pointed, not-too-square toe, and, above all, perfectly fitted. What's that line about the most unexpected places? Voila, le boots at Target. Brown, leather, good heel, good toe, and snuggly hugging my calf. The price certainly didn't blow their case either. A whopping $30. Who would have guessed?

Go shopping,

-B.