Now that we’re about ready to trade in our gladiator sandals for boots and our tank tops for, well, tank tops with sweaters, I tried to search the web for other denim trends as a follow-up to last week’s post on bleached jeans. What popped up instead was this:
Fall is rapidly approaching and with it comes the excitement of Welcome Week, the thrill of meeting new people, and the resurgence of long denim. Normally, I’d welcome the chance to trade up my daisy dukes for a comfy pair of jeans, but this year something’s come up that’s made me reconsider.
This Fall it’s all about affordable designer collaborations like Anna Sui for Target, Max Azria for Walmart and Christian Siriano for Payless. Yes, I said Payless. As in, Payless where you used to get your penny-loafers and light up sneakers as a kid. That Payless. I must admit - I was skeptical at first, but with Christian Siriano behind it, how can I expect it to be anything less than “fierce”?
I’m going to be honest here: the only reason why I’m posting this hyphen-dress is because I desperately want it. Imagine this with some killer black booties. Sigh.
I like American Apparel for the most part. Although their prices are a little steep for me, the trade offs are comfy basics that don't fall apart after one wash *coughForever21cough.* You should be warned, though; try navigating their site and you'll have to push through a bunch of these:
Do you ever wonder what he really thinks about the stuff you wear? Like after you spend hours in front of your mirror trying to find the perfect outfit to impress him, do you wonder if he cares? I've found that a lot of the stuff I adore, attempt, or appraise as high fashion - most men just don't notice.
Jul 16, 2009
A big part of etiquette is knowing how to deal with rude people. Let’s face it, you can mind your manners all you want but there’ll always be that jerk that comes along and pushes you off the swing set anyway *cough-Ryan-M-from-first-grade-cough* So here are some quick guidelines of how to deal with the Ryans of this world:
Jul 15, 2009
I’m sure every sexy CC reader has gotten the awkward “Can I have yo numba?” from a not so appealing guy. While some of you are fine with flat out saying “No,” I’m looking to all the other ladies who decide to give up their numbers (or more...) “just to be polite.”
Jul 8, 2009
Ahh.. home sweet home. Or is it? Now that most of us are home for the summer, we’ve realized that the break’s over and the spontaneous nights of beer pong and the freedom to do who/what we like are gone. Funny how quickly it went from, “Our baby girl’s finally home from college. We’ve missed you so much!” to “Oh. You’re home? Run to the store for milk.”
You ever see those visa check card commercials where they show a fantastic shopping plaza where everyone is happily swiping away *swipe swipe swipe… until that jerk comes along, coin pouch in hand, and holds up the whole line? Yeah, that jerk is usually me.
These days, it seems like the etiquette rules of the past just can’t keep up with the changing face of communication. Now, I like my cell phone as much as the next person, but there are some things you just shouldn’t do with a phone…
I always leave salons with bad hair cuts. (Although I must admit the last one was my fault- it should have tipped me off right away when I realized the hair stylist did not speak a word of English.) Anyway, last week reader Josie asked us to feature an article on hair-salon etiquette. Here's to you Josie..
One of my oldest childhood friends is getting married this Saturday and, quite frankly, I am horrified by the thought of attending his wedding. Not that I have anything against the lovebirds; on the contrary, I’m glad he’s happy. It’s just, well… I never know how to act at weddings. There are just too many unspoken rules, too many unanswered questions...
I'm going to be honest: my last break up was over four years ago. So when my editor suggested I do a Miss Manners piece on break ups ("because we all suck so badly at that"), I really had to rack my brains for "polite" ways to conduct a break up. What I found was: There is no polite way to break up with someone.
So your friend borrowed your favorite sweater in Physics, promising she'd return it after class. But when the class let out, you were too busy copying notes to remind her to give it back. It's been two months now, and all your subtle hints about how you really hate people who borrow stuff *ahem ahem* is getting you blank stares.
Just for fun, I've decided to lighten up this week's column with an article on urinal etiquette. I get such a laugh every time a guy friend walks out of a public restroom screaming, "He was staring at my penis!! EVERYONE KNOWS YOU DON'T LOOK AT ANOTHER GUY'S THING!" Come to think of it, this seems to happen an awful lot.
This past weekend, my bf invited me to have Easter dinner with his family. After already weaseling my way out of both Thanksgiving and Christmas dinner, I knew I was going to have to come up with a GOOD excuse this time. Unfortunately, he caught me off guard. So in honor of my 2 hours of awkwardness (kidding!!! uh..sorta), here is how to manage:
I love sleepovers. They are always so reminiscent of fifth grade slumber parties when, for one whole night, you and your BFF would stay up eating sundaes and talking about your favorite N*Sync member (<3 Lance). Anyway, I still love sleepovers. Only now there are no sundaes, my beloved Lance is gay, and the friend sleeping over part usually lasts waayyyy longer than just one night.
So we've debated whether or not we would date someone who weighed less than us (twice), but what about dating a guy with a lower sex drive?
I know that times are tough. The economy is in the dumper and our wallets are just getting emptier and emptier. These days it seems like I can’t turn a corner or walk into a bar without having to pay somebody something. Though I know it’s hard to choose between blowing your last dollars on another pitcher of beer or tipping the bartender, as a one-time waitress, I would never ever suggest skimping on tips.
Let's say you walk into your econ class, muffin in one hand, Starbucks cup in the other, ready to knock out at a moment's notice. The professor walks in and without greeting, launches into his repertoire of the economy and whatnot as you lazily drop your eyelids....
Last weekend I went out to lunch with a male friend. The food was excellent and there wasn’t a dull moment in the conversation, however, when the check arrived (which the waiter was very careful to put in the center of the table, I might add), everything stopped.
I’ve been an avid fan of Rachael Bilson’s style since first seeing her in The Last Kiss. I mean, come...