Kate Spade you complete me

Birthdays

Holidays

Baby Showers. Weddings.

All gift giving occasions ever. And then there’s Pinterest. Pretty much the answer to the big kids’ wish list. Spotlighting as top covetables today? Kate Spade.

Dear Santa…

Kate Spade - HandsomeStranger Bag

Making travel so much more fun…

Kate Spade - Pride and Prejudice Clutch

Because I’ve already found my Mr. Darcy #ohhihandsomehusband

But let’s just be honest. This next one is obviously for me.

Kate Spade - Sprinkles MallorySPRINKLES MALLORY!?! I mean Kate (because we’re on first name basis, Kate and me) herself named this after me. #fate

Any favorite wish list items out there?

Crazy About Coral

For those of you brave souls following my Pinterest addiction boards, it may come as no surprise that I’m ECSTATIC about the Coral Comeback (see also circa 1993 when I could be seen trend-setting in my stylish Coral sweater dresses…With full on big bangs and a piggyback perm, but let’s let the latter RIP)! Even Zee German has noted that I seem to, “…have a thing for Coral.”

Because it works for every skin tone!{EXCLAMATION MARK}!

{BCBG Bachelorette Bombshell Necessity} {Vitamin A Bikini} {The. Shorts. That Pinterest Loves} {Cache Honeymoon – The Dress That Babies Are Made From}

It’s easy peasy to accessorize. And makes you feel like summer just by wearing.

{Kate Spade Is My Homegirl} {Essie Nailed It}

It’s totally versatile. And can be incorporated in pretty much any style you choose.

{Painted Frames Are So Hot Right Now} {As Are Printables…And A Little Thing Called Ombre} {Traveling in Style}

AND can be worn…

{GET.ON.MY.FEET. – AKA Aldo’s Vendetta Against Saving Money}

Who else out there is Crazy for Coral? By the way I wear size 6 1/2 and take all major forms of Aldo.

Breaking up and making up. A tale of retail.

I recently did three things I haven’t done in ages (well at least since I met Zee German and happily started co-habitating…aka became the old married couple):

  1. Went shopping
  2. Went drinking
  3. Went “when the hell did I stop being able to drink past 9!?”

The last of which is a sad new found revelation that I’m getting bloody old.  Actually if I’m honest, I’ve known this truth for a long time but happily feigned ignorance until ignorance came to smack me in the face in the form of a GLASS of tequila (apparently Hard Rock Cafe serves glasses NOT shots of liquid pain and regret).

But it was mostly number 1 and 2 that were the entertaining portion of my weekend – though I’m sure some people thought step 3 had it’s humorous moments.

Shopping.

I’m not really a girl that likes to shop.  I like to covet.  I see things on other people, Facebook stalking, random Pinteresting, etc. that I adore but really never have that much fun when I try to go find those items in real life.  Either that or those things look nowhere near the same as when I was coveting from afar.  HOWEVER, my good friend Yuri (who is a shopping maven) pointed me in the direction of Express.  Now, I’m no stranger to Express and in fact my closet is still full from my former days of salestitution, but then there was this awkward breakup.  We both said things we didn’t mean.  And three years later we merely nod and politely look the other way.  That is until they started selling THESE

These my friends will make love to your legs and have you saying things you’ve never thought you’d say, like “can I get these a size smaller?” (thank you Express and your polite upsizing).  Seriously they’re like invisible spanx on steroids and diversified in their ability to flatter, meaning even though I look like I lost my butt in my last pair of jeans when I normally try skinnies, these tighten, tuck and showcase in just the right ways.

THEN of course I had to take part in their buy 1 get 1 50% off deal (if this is still going on, go there. now.).  And with that I felt pretty pleased with myself for breaking my style strike…with twins.

Until I found this at Nordstrom last night

Which just happens to be a Pinterest crush.  So now I’m thinking, I HAVE to buy it.  It’s a sign!  Plus a date with my bridesmaids is coming up to try on dresses and foster our inner tween with Breaking Dawn (but in a theater that serves alcohol, so we’re obviously not the same as the squealing, clapping 12 yr. olds…We’ll be drunk on vampire love AND cocktails).

And what better way to celebrate this reunion with teen angst than to proudly wear THIS LITTLE BAUBLE 

I have an addiction.  It’s name is Pinterest.

I don’t want help.