Go watch it now!
Then call me so we can discuss.
Because naked wasn't an option...
I have to be honest, I've been freaking out a little bit about my new hair. To the point that my hairdresser and I have been texting since Saturday night (yes, we are THAT close). So I am going to take his advice, have a "mental margarita" and rock the dark look.

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I finally got to check out Crafty Bastards today. I went wanting two things... a purse and some jewelry. I walked away with one thing... a little outfit for my new niece. She's going to be the talk of the town in it.
I love tattoos.. well most tattoos. And while I plan on adding another one to my collection, I always remember momushka's famous words, "Never get a tattoo anywhere that it will show in a wedding dress." And I won't.
I am slightly entralled by the Rachel Zoe show on Bravo. The other day I caught an episode and like a train wreck, couldn't turn away. Then late last night I caught part of another episode. And then watched the one after that. Then part of another one.
That sounds awful, doesn't it? I don't actually hate the holidays. But I kind of dread all of the excess that comes with them. You eat too much, spend too much and somewhere along the way lose sight of what they are all about.
Moving on is never as easy as it seems, even when it is the best of ideas. But there is wine and conversation and friends to make you remember that you know what is best for you, even if it doesn't always feel like it.
This sunday I am getting a little makeover and interviewing a makeup artist we met while getting our makeup done for the wedding a few weeks ago. He just came out with his own mineral makeup line and is as funny as he is good with the brush.
The American Girl flits around town with new and old friends combined, sipping sangria, or wine, or anything else that is red and sweet and makes you giggly. It's a day that works in phases, with the ultimate goal being to escape the heat and secure spots at all of the best places. Which are really just empty restaurants, friends' apartments and a bi-partisan golf cart that gives you a lift for free and blasts John Mellencamp as you drive through the streets waving like a prom queen on a float.


"So, uh Audrina, my neckbone - is it sticking out?"
Switching perfumes is a big deal. I can smell a scent and tell you which of my friends it belongs to. And I love when you pick up a smell and it brings back a memory. Like I said, it's kinda a big deal.