Last Day of July 2009

Today was one of those days that seemed to go on forever - in a good way. Woke at 7, took a shower for the first time in MONTHS before 8AM. We all walked up to Cafe Nell, had breakfast then came home took Max to the Zoo. We stayed at the zoo for about 4 hours - LOTS of walking. It was 92, and I wore my black pelle belted with the sequins belt from last summer and my tomato red and faux python wedges. After the zoo, we came home. I inhaled a salad from whole foods while Jon and his dad went out to Costco and to do some shopping.

We had dinner tonight at Cha Cha Cha, went for a walk and now I am having some down time. Tomorrow we may drive to the beach....

Also on another note, I keep getting emails about pieces of my collection - will I sell this, sell that. As I have stated like 5 million times, the only two pieces I have for sale are the Aurelie top in a size 2 and the brown and black sweater. Please stop emailing and asking. What Mayle I have not sold is precious to me and I am not parting with it, if anything I am trying to replace pieces that I sold. So no, my Hera is not for sale. nor are my shoes or any other item other than the ones and I mentioned and ones that people ask me t list for them. Thanks.

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Rising Sun Wedges

Hi Everyone I wanted to let you know that my friend has sold the wedges to one of you lucky people!! The shorts and pants are both still available.


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Final Newish Piece: Blue Lace Dress

I have another version of this dress - and when Jennifer won it and it didn't fit her, so she was nice enough to sell it to me. Its a great piece circa spring 2003. I love the pink linen underneath.... so fun and comfy for summer.

New Acquisition: Mayle Lana Gown

I posted about this ages ago, but my friend Kelly sold me her Lana gown from holiday/resort 2005. I still need to hem it a tad as its crazy long. I plan on wearing it for my birthday next month. Such a beautiful piece!!

I love how its lined in the very on-trend bright yellow- how the yellow peeks through the silk black Jacquard fabric, the hardware - everything about it!

New Acquisition: Mayle Micheala Size 6

I love the re-edition of the Micheala. Metier had one 4 and one 6 left, so I snagged the 6. I love the mix of the lotus print and Rio Plata with the black. Its such a simple and easy dress to wear (and I have received LOADS of compliments). It was pricey compared to what Jane charged (a good $200 more) but I have worn the dress a million times since I had it altered (too blousey on top). Sadly I wore it YESTERDAY when it was 106, not a smart idea yet was still breezy non-the-less!

New Acquisition: Santa Therese Dress Size 8

I did not see this at the sample sale. Alison being a super awesome friend saw it when she went to pick up the billy's she ordered. It was $195 but well worth the money. I think it will be great with the Lola clogs and black tights in winter.

Mayle Gia Cami Black Size 8

When Mayle's Fall/Winter 2008 collection arrived last July/August I immediately bought the Hilaire, The Buttercup and black Reiko's, The Marion and the blue Gia Cami. The blue gia cami became the piece that I really fell out of love with quickly. I wanted black but had so much black - I recently got this one from Jane for $45. It was an 8 but I altered it. And Its so comfy to wear!

Recent Acquisition: Mayle Petulia Dress Size 8

I was sad to sell my original Petulia. What was once a loose easy dress that was a size 2, became tight across the hips. My Aztec lace petulia was tight across the chest - a 6 that fit like a 4. I desperately wanted to replace them and when Joyce's dress arrived from the Outnet and did not fit I JUMPED at the chance to buy it. Its AMAZING. Its a bit loose in the body area so I need to figure out if its alterable.

The thing I love about this Petulia is that its lined, the original was not (even though it had killer buttons)

New Acquisition: Black Jacket Fall 2003

One of my favorites - a black tuxedo style jacket that Mayle did back in fall 2003. I owned this in a size 2 but it became to snug (now Alison Lewis owns it!) My friend who sold me the Lumi also had this jacket - a sample version with no tag that she bought at the sample sale. Its about a 4-6 and fits well. I love it.

Recent Acquisition: Lumi Tank Size 2

Last summer I fell in love with the Lumi tank. The way it draped, the sequined shoulder straps with the hint of a floral/leopard pattern. I did NOT love the price tag ($425? really?) After much though I gave in and purchased it, wore it 1-2 times and then sold it before it went on sale to this girl who bought a lot of my Mayle pieces from me that no longer fit. Around the time of the sample sale I started wanting the Lumi again- warm weather, great layering piece. A friend was cleaning out her Mayle and sold it to me, and I am so happy to have it again!

Recent Acquisition: Dora Dress Size 6

I was so happy to hear that Jane had found a Dora in the archive and it was for sale - for $95! It was on my wish list - I had wavered about it and then missed out. Now its in my closet. Size 6. I cant wait for the heat wave to pass so that I can wear it!

A Friend With Some Mayle For Sale

I have a SUPER petite friend who is parting with some Mayle in tiny sizes. If you are interested in any of these pieces let me know and I will connect you two. Email me at mzimlin@gmail (dot)com

Monola pant, size 2 in black

Munoz short, size 4 in black

Rising Sun Cork wedge in black and white size 36

All items are lightly worn.

107 and Rising

I went out last night, have 2 Singapore Slings and came home too buzzed to write. Yesterday was BRUTAL - at 9AM it was 86 degrees and by 3 it was 103 the night never cooled off, jut gt hotter and ended up clocking in around 107 at 5PM. I stupidly wore my newer Micheala re-edition from Metier with the Lotus print/rio plata mix. It now needs to go to the cleaners.

I went to the farmers market bought some blueberries and veggies, then walked to Nordstrom - they just received 1600 more pieces of luxury designer clothes. I am so broke I wish I could buy something. Prada dresses for $400? Lanvin leopard skirt for $385... if only I had a job. I also wonder who is going to buy these pieces? with unemployment here at 12.7% the store wasn't crowded and I just don't see that merch moving. Maybe it will go down just a tint bit more to 75% then I could see the Lanvin moving into my closet.

Amy met me for lunch at Fenoui and then we walked over for a meeting with George. After I walked up to NW 23 to see if the Missoni was still around and of course it sold like an hour before I got there. A coat sold on a 107 degree day. Go figure.

Sad, I walked to Odessa (Susan received some Jeffery Montiero fall pieces). I loved the red slouch dress. Its $495 - with my birthday coming up I may just tell people to get me an Odessa gift card so I can buy some of his dresses this fall. They were cute. Much better than spring/summer. Susan also has one denim Jeanne bag left - I feel like its on sale for 70% off I cant remember. If you are coveting some Mayle I suggest you buy it.

Nancy and Jake came over for dinner - I am a lousy cook so we had pizza from whole foods and a salad. Then I ran off to meet Tito and Chris to talk about Portland Fashion Week. All I can say is incredibly frustrating. Chris is a real estate agent. Tito in an engineer at Intel who loves "the glamorous life' neither of them get the fashion world - its all about PR for them. I can't even get into it - but I aired my frustrations to them (I mean I am doing this work for them for FREE) and they just couldn't grasp why I was unhappy not getting any credit for bringing them national magazine partnerships which the media here has gone wild about. Its a long story. I just have to pull back more if I see no results soon.

Today is supposed to be nicer. In the 90's. My in-laws are coming for a visit and are arriving in a few hours.

A Great Beach Read! THE PRINCE AND THE ROGUE by Skyler Grey

The Prince and the Rogue
by Skyler Grey
Available August 6th
From Red Rose Publishing
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Due to the sudden death of Lady Christine and the deep depression of her father soon after, Catherine Townsend is carted off to live with her mother's family and learns quickly that her arrival is not one of welcome. After years of being the brunt of cruel jokes, Catherine's aunt demands she attend a soiree. During the course of the evening's events, Catherine finds herself stumbling upon a private romp and flees in a hasty retreat for fear of being discovered.

Eric Rycroft, is a prince, and London's most eligible bachelor. Only recently returned after being abroad for the past eight years, the last thing he wants to do is attend a boring party with mothers shoving their daughters in his face. As Eric contemplates an early escape, he bumps into Albert Ashbury, who in turn begs for help to search out a noisy busy-body that interrupted his private tryst, which if revealed, could mean the ruin of his marriage.

Eric decides that a game of cat and mouse might actually be a fun way to past the time but it's not until Eric spots his prey across the ballroom floor, that he finds himself intrigued by the golden minx and a rogue's plans are set into motion.
* * * * *
Dizziness filled her as she fought to free herself. His smell was intoxicating, weakening her knees. He easily towered over her, his height at least six two, compared to her five-foot six. Her voice was quiet as she pleaded with him. "Please. Sir, you must release me. You are compromising my reputation and as it stands, it certainly needs no more help."

To her relief, he released her and bowed. "Forgive me, My Lady, but to find a rose such as you in a place filled with so many weeds…" He looked around, then up toward the doors leading to the Montgomery's soiree, raising a dark brow in tease.

Catherine felt a strong desire to smile back but knew she mustn't. This man, whoever he was, unnerved her, making it hard to think, to breathe, making him dangerous and she wanted only to get away from him. She heeded to the alarms that were going off in her head and turned to run toward the safety of her carriage.

But before she could get away, he grabbed her wrist, pulling her back to him. "Why are you afraid? I thought you to be an adventurous little minx. Was I mistaken?"

Catherine looked at him in confusion. "What? You do not know me, Sir, so how could you guess me to be adventurous? You most assuredly have me confused with another."

A wicked smile teased the corners of his mouth as he lifted both brows in disbelief. "Perhaps the fact that you have a taste for snooping around in dark rooms might cause me to think such a thing."

Her eyes flared wide and she gasped, trying desperately to pull away. Her face heated to near crimson as she realized his meaning. Could it have been him she had stumbled across?

Stuttering, she struggled for words. "I…um…I'm sure I have no idea what you mean. Now if you'll excuse me."

He tightened his grip slightly. "No?" Bending, he reached down and lifted her skirt with one hand while he firmly wrapped his fingers around her ankle, forcing her to bend her knee. The touch of his warm fingers on her bare flesh caused her body to tremble. Staring at her injured foot, he glanced up at her, his face smug.

Catherine's eyes widened again as she saw the white strip of cloth, now red, hanging from her shoe. She attempted to pull away once more but he held her fast, his hands brushing the sensitive skin of her leg before gently releasing her.

Standing, he winked, knowing he'd clearly made his point. In a teasing tone, he asked, "What kind of a gentleman would I be if I did not see to your injury and return you home safe and sound?" Turning his head, he snapped his fingers and ordered for his carriage to be brought around.

Finally, Watch the Sun Set, and Celebrate Being Alive

I have seen the sunset, stained with mystic wonders,

Illumine the rolling waves with long purple forms,

Like actors in ancient plays.

~ Arthur Rimbaud (1854-1891)

The Best of Mayle on Ebay This Week

So here is my usual ebay round up of what you should be bidding on....if you don't have it already.

Belem Dress Size 2: This was a great piece from spring 2007. I passed on it as it wasn't right for my coloring, but its a dress that retailed for $650 and sold well.

Dalmatia Zeta Top Size 6: This is pretty cute and obviously a sample, but its a size 6 which is pretty volumnious for this top - I also think that it might be alot of leopard. On teh right person it will be cute.

Green Printed Top: This is one of my favorite holiday 2006 prints. I own this top (and two dresses) in the magenta

Federica Amalfi Size 4: Love it. Own it. Summer staple.

Everything else is just overpriced. SERIOUSLY over priced. Again the fact that the paradiso mitsu dress is selling for nearly $600 is INSANE.

Quell Horror

I seriously cannot believe that a similar size 8 Petulia dress like the one I just bought from Joyce few weeks back just sold for $621 on ebay. That's more than the original retail. I am definitely holding on to mine. I am dying to know who this seller is. She sold the Minnie for $300 and is listing the Bibi (on my wish list) for $325.

I am also wondering who it is that has that amazing Dalmatia zeta top. its an interesting piece - I didn't see it at the sample sale. I wonder how much its going to sell for.

My Thoughts on turning 30...err... 29 + 1

Years ago I used to giggle at those women that couldn't accept they were venturing out of their twenties. Immaturity, sure...I WAS just a teenager dying to be older, wiser, sexier, etc... but also because I thought 30 was pretty cool and I envied those women with careers, families, and an exciting social life.

I probably watched WAY too many movies!

But now that I can almost spit and hit my 30th birthday, I have come to understand the nonacceptance of that number. I GET IT. Maybe I can't explain it, but I get it.

I am scared shitless.

It's not like an unbearable fear really, just the realization that I am no longer 'young' and really, what's left to look forward to? Cause I am FOR SURE not celebrating my 40th. Fuck that. I might as well be dead. (I am so sorry if I have insulted anyone in their 40's. I just cant even fathom that right now!) It may sound ridiculous, but I can't even imagine having to SAY I am in my 30's when asked. God, even typing that gives me a stomach ache!


There were many things I wanted to do before I turned 30; places to have been, adventures to have lived through... most I have not achieved, and plenty I wont tell you about because it's just too embarrassing really, but the bottom line is I am nowhere near where I thought I would be at this time in my life. It's depressing.

• To be married with 2 1/2 children (lol) 1 dog, a perfect house, and a perfect career.

1. I am not married (divorced)
2. I have one child (love of my life)
3. 2 dogs (so I doubled that one!)
4. a house I can't keep clean
5. a career I love (I win on that one)

• To have travelled across the globe and visited impoverished countries to lend a helping hand.

1. Not even remotely close to this one. Fuck, who has the time?! I envy those selfless people that can devote so much time to helping others, and yet successfully managing their own lives *sigh*
2. I travelled to New York and Boston to play soccer. Yipppeeeee. Didn't help a single soul.
3. Mexico only counts if you believe supporting the street vendors was 'helping'. I am leaning towards selfishness on my behalf to get the best price. I am such a disappointment.

• To have made some kind of notoriety for doing something remarkable.

1. I made the sports section of a newspaper. Just my name. No picture
2. A few online spats with family and strangers. Not really notorious lol. But hey, it was a public forum. Half point?
   

• To be fucking skinny. (and not anorexic thin, but back to that body I had before child.

1. hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha
2. Not even remotely close on that one
3. Last ditch effort NOW, and already down 10 lbs in 2 1/2 weeks. There is hope!

• TO BE HAPPY!

1. I am getting there :-) 2009 hasn't been an easy year, as many of you know! The tough times are over... and I think that 2010 will be an exciting year (at least I am holding on to that optimism!)

And the rest folks shall remain unsaid... because really, I feel no need to depress myself even further by going over all the other things (silly and/or important) I had hoped to of accomplished by the time I was 30. I mean, technically I still have my whole 30th year to do it right? Sort of like a technicality?!?!

At least I am convinced. I don't fucking care if you are. It's my depressing birthday.

Happy Humpday.

A Great Beach Read! PARIS EXPOSE' by Cerise DeLand

PARIS EXPOSE'
by Cerise DeLand
Available from The Wild Rose Press
Scarlet Rose/The Wilder Roses
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After Deanne Delacroix moves to Paris to re-think her failed career, she opens her drapes one morning to discover a delicious Frenchman in the window across the street—naked. Enthralled by his handsomeness and risqué behavior, Deanne goes above and beyond her comfort zone by offering her own wickedly naked expose. It's not long before Deanne is pursued by the handsome Architect Andre Ferrar and discovers the joy of Parisian delights. However, a Paris Exposé can only last so long...
* * * * *

Dee spotted Andre immediately as she entered the cafe. The mere sight of him had her body rippling and swelling with need. He sat at a table for two in the back, alone. Clothed, he was imperial in a severely cut, charcoal grey wool suit with crisp white shirt. She shivered in anticipation of being so close to him, and cinched the sash of her trench coat. She nodded to the maitre d’ that she was joining the gentleman at the rear and made her way through the tables with the giddy glee of a co-ed about to conquer the football captain.

Andre smiled at her with molten interest—and she responded with a broad grin. She wasn’t going to play the demure female. After all, she’d worn nothing beneath her coat. She grinned at him.

Andre rose from his seat on the banquette, extended his arms to enfold her and kissed both cheeks. “Mademoiselle Delacroix,” he welcomed her in a bass voice that sent sparks of joy down her spine. “I am delighted to see you.” His gaze swept from her eyes to her lips and throat, then drifted down, lingering for a dark special moment on the bodice of her trench coat. “I cannot wait to see more of you. Closer to me than my window.”

She couldn’t help it, she laughed because soon he would see more. Much more. “I feel the same, Monsieur Ferrar.”

100 and Rising

Today and tomorrow its 100 degrees here in PDX. Unlike NYC where it tends to get hot early and cool down around 7, it tends to get crazy hot here at 2-3PM and stay that way until 11. I have been perplexed by what to wear. Most of my wardrobe is black and I have few pieces of "casual clothes" which includes 3 pairs of shorts (1 gap- getting shortened, 1 banana and 1 pair of light wool Mayle shorts from fall 2005). With the gap shorts at the tailor ($16 to hem them shorter - seriously I need to learn how to sew, they only cost $20) and the Mayle ones being too warm, I wore the one from banana (from last summer) with my black Gia cami from fall. It just got it back from being altered and it looks great. I threw on my black gladiators (go figure) and took Max to Airplay to meet Thandosie and Mahala. We hung out there for about 90 minutes then Max and I walked home.

Yesterday Jon bought a replacement MacClaren (Max's Bugaboo is WAY to heavy to push in the heat) and walking with him was a DREAM. The MacClaren is going to make my life MUCH easier. If you are reading this and have a child 6 months+ get a Volo. Its a lifesaver.

Max and I hit whole foods, and got some groceries, went home to have lunch and wait for the cleaning lady. Around 4:30 we hit Isobel's to play then went home to make dinner. No Max nap today. I also recieved what will be my last "package from Mayle" - the hardware to the Bianca dress that Jane was nice enough to send over. So I know that I will be visiting my tailor after 10:30 when they open tomorrow.

With time to myself tomorrow I am at a loss for what to do. I am thinking I will go to Cafe Nell for the $5 breakfast around 8:15 and then what? With this heat its almost oppressive to go outside. I may hit the Living Room Theater and finally see the Valentino film.

Liars

I HATE LIARS.

I left this post blank, except for the above sentence, for a bit because I needed some time to think about what I really wanted to post here. Even after all that, I still can't put into words exactly how I am feeling about it all.

I can't honestly type that I am a completely honest person, so I wont be hypocritical, but I do my best to tell as much of the truth as possible ... especially when it comes down to someone else's feelings. Regardless of whether it hurts them, honestly is appreciated much more than lies. Because really, the truth ALWAYS comes out in the end and wouldn't you rather of hurt them honestly than caused more damage when you've been caught in a lie.

In theory I suppose.

My general consensus is that people as a whole are two-faced (exceptions, lots of 'em, I know, but I am being GENERAL here). If it saves them any kind of embarrassment, they will lie lie lie and hope to hell they aren't caught. And when they are? Deny deny deny (or make up a story to save themselves even more embarrassment). The other person's feelings are always forgotten, no?

Like I mentioned before, perhaps I am too sensitive and thoughtful.

And I am not apologizing for that, FUCK THAT. I have no shame for how I treat people. My only shame is how I am treated in return.

It fucking sucks.

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Goldenrod Zenith Size 4

Abbey purchased a goldenrod lotus print zenith top in a size 4 from Diavolina for $385- She hasn't worn it and would like to part with it. Details below - Its a great piece, I have the black lotus print and I wear it TO DEATH. Please note, this top runs a size larger than normal, I purchased mine in a 2 - and feel like I could have bought a 0. From Abbey: I purchased this top from ShopDiavolina.com for $385 about 6 months ago, and unfortunately, it's been sitting in my closet ever since. It's a lovely top, but I've never worn it, so I've decided to try to find it a new home. It measures 17.5" across the bust and 26" long. I'm typically a size 4 and had I kept this top, I probably would have gotten it taken in a touch. I think it could probably fit a size 6. Here's how LaGarconne.com described it: Trapezoid tank in lotus-printed silk. Narrow straps lay next to neck / Straps are made of 5 strips of piping / Placket detail at front with buttons / Ruffle over bust / Slight a-line silhouette / Color: Goldenrod Multi / 100% Silk. Sizing: Fits true to size. The first photo is Abbey's, the second two are from ShopDiavolina.com. She will be happy to take additional photos or provide more information if needed. Please email GoodbyeZenith (at) hotmail (dot) com with offers.

The Weekend Update

Its a sunny Sunday in PDX. Its supposed to be about 92 today which without the humidity is pretty nice. I still miss the NYC summer though - the smell of the trash left out, seeing the steam rise from the sidewalk on a hot day, how lush the grass in central park is, wearing something easy and breezy, sipping an iced latte as I wander the city searching for Mayle pieces that I long for.

Yesterday I took Max to the farmers market and I wore my black version of the summer 2006 dress that Kirsten wore to the CFDA's (its got a great rose goldish/bronze piping- very chic) and layered my cherry blossom cardi from 2004 over top. I finished the look with my black flat gladiator sandals.

I LOVE the farmers market. for $20 I bought 6 peaches, raspberries, blueberries, 5 ears of corn, carrots, hazelnuts and two artichoke and cheese tamales (for Jon and I to share for lunch - Max fell asleep). After we met Fleur, JD and Nathan to walk along the river and go to the International beer festival. For those of you wondering, No I do not drink beer. It was too crowded so we headed to Desheuts brewery in my neighborhood, and I had a rose, they drank beer and we had some nibbles. We got home at 3:30 and after a few minutes rest, I changed into my Barcelona Amalfi and a bright yellow cotton cardigan and my black prada sandals (a staple from 2007 resort which I always seem to be wearing in my photos. I posted a photo - and its the way I was standing which is why I look HUGE) and walked down to the art museum for Skinvisible. We were doing a friend raising event and after show party celebrating the tattoo exhibition at the museum.

From 5-7 I sat in the downstairs ballroom, pimping out YP memberships (we got 5 - thanks to Catie our awesome YP intern) and then headed up to the Kridell Ballroom for the show which was AMAZING. Tattooed contortionists, fire eaters, modern dance, short films. 90 minutes flew by.

So now its Sunday and what to do? The mountains are 90 minutes away as is the beach. But I have begged Jon to take us to Burgerville. I am obsessed.

A Great Beach Read! Virtual Boot Camp from FOREVER MY LADY by Jeff Rivera

Virtual Boot Camp
from FOREVER MY LADY
by Jeff Rivera
Available at Amazon.com
http://www.amazon.com/Forever-My-Lady-Jeff-Rivera/dp/0446545562

(From Amazon:)
Dio "Playboy" Rodríguez grows up poor with a drunk single mother in gritty Las Vegas, leading him into gang life at 13. Now 17, Dio hides a softer side beneath a fierce exterior that's known only to his middle school sweetheart, Jennifer. But when a drive-by leaves Jennifer wounded and sends Dio to prison boot camp, their soul mate relationship is put to the test.

(Note: The video works best when listened to with headphones.)

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Do You Believe Dreams Have Meanings And Symbols?

Do you believe dreams have meanings and symbols? Please explain your answer.


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Tags: Dreams, Sleep, Meanings, Symbols, Restless, Night Time, Nightmares, Premonition, Omen, Prophecy, Revelation, Oracle, Repressed Emotions, Magnificent Obsession, Quest, Other Dimension, Astral Plane

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Good Food, Good Friends and Family, and a Fire Pit on the Beach

For some, this is heaven on Earth.

The Wedding Entrance To Beat All Wedding Entrances

Viva La Viedma

Was going to sell my Viedma, but I am glad that I didnt. I got no less than 10 compliments on it tonight and I wore plain black shorts and gladiators....if you find it buy it as its a good piece!

Mischa Mischa Mushy Mischa

After appearing in a 2006 Fall/winter Harpers Bazaar 'Fabulous Life" supplement, one would think that Mischa who appeared at the Mexican restaurant in the Chelsea with Eva Mendes, the Trania's, Rachel Zoe and a few others - you would think that she would remember Jane Mayle's name. I mean she has been photographed in various pieces of the 06 collection. Its near the end and she says it pretty fast, you may have to rewind, but she refers to Jane as "jennifer mayle."

Maybe its the drug, but its sad. That said back when I worked a now defunct teen magazine we threw an issue party celebrating her cover. It was in the OC at their museum. Mischa was a total see you next Tuesday. I don't now what it is about this girl that drives me slightly crazy. Her and Lohan are like kisses of death to fashion.

Delicious Breakfasts

Some of my favorite breakfasts from the past two weeks...

Iced latte at Cafe Nell

Two eggs sunny side up at Cafe Nell with garlic herb potatoes

Black bean scramble at Cafe Nell

Joe's spinach and garlic scramble at Everett Street Bistro

Lovin Lanvin

I have ALWAYS loved Lanvin. SHOCKINGLY the Nordstrom here carries the brand (apparel and some bags) and yesterday on my way to meet Kelly at Typhoon for lunch, I stopped in (its the Anniversary Sale). I tried on the elastic waist band skirt (it was originally $1100) and is now marked down to $444. I am not sure that it looks so fierce... let me know your thoughts. I am thinking it it got marked down another $100, with a quick alteration it could be amazing.

I'm kinda poopy today. And was definitely poopy yesterday. But it will get better. My feelings were just hurt. A LOT.

I like to think I am a pretty cool person. I get a long with most everyone usually, and for those close to me, I would do absolutely anything for them. It's just how I roll. So I guess it sort of makes sense that I can be so easily blindsided with the knowledge that I might not be someones favorite person.

I remember this one time, a 'friend' of mine (in the midst of a really strange argument that even to this day I still don't understand) called me a lesbian. I guess I don't really need to say we aren't friends anymore, but there's ton more to that story I wont get into right now. But the basis of where she was going with that was that I act like a lesbian when dealing with my 'girlfriends'. I laughed her off, considered her a complete moron for being so heartless with HER friendships, and went about my day...

But, it now has me thinking.

I care A LOT about people...especially those close to me who I trust and value. I have been accused of being TOO accommodating sometimes actually, and that perhaps those less trust worthy whom I don't realize are, take advantage of that. Those that are incredibly important to me, know this, love me for it, and return that friendship equally and deservingly (spellcheck says that's not a word, fuck it) It's how I view friendships really. And well, I know no different.

I tell my girlfriends I love them. What's so wrong with that? I let them know when I am feeling overwhelmed, or need help, or just need to vent and a shoulder to cry on. But I then return that to them. ALWAYS. No one would ever accuse me of not being a supportive friend with a good ear and soft shoulder. To me, it's harder to NOT be there for them than it is to be there.

It's a given.

But back to this 'friend' and lesbian comment... she felt that shutting me out of her life, and coming to me only when she needed help with something was OK, and that I was a complete lesbian because I told her that I loved and cared about her and it hurt to be treated so badly in return. I felt used. I let her know.

Now, she was an extreme... I understand that she was in no way right with her thinking when it came to friendships... BUT, what has me thinking is maybe I too am extreme just in the opposite direction, hence the ease in which I can be blindsided.

I'm a little cryptic and all over the map again aren't I?

I guess with all this rambling I am just trying to sort out my feelings. I was pretty crushed yesterday, and I wont lie, I cried. Perhaps I take things too personally... but the bottom line is I would never treat anyone the way I was treated, so it is hard for me to understand why it happened to me.

Like I said earlier in the post, it will get better. I always seem to recover from shit like this pretty well. The painful part of it is already starting to go away...but that's mostly because I wrote it all out here, eve if the majority of you don't have a clue what the hell I am talking about.

I'm good at that.

Fun Friday

AHHHH Friday. My favorite day of the week. Soon Jon will be home, we can hang out as a family maybe do a drive or a spot of food shopping. This morning I woke up finished some writing and then took Max to clubhouse. Since yesterday's breakfast at Everett St Bistro I have been feeling a touch sick to my stomach, I think its FINALLY passed, though no coffee today, but lots of fruit and water.

Its 76 out and it is supposed to climb to 100 by Tuesday. Tomorrow night I am volunteering at the museum for a YP event. I am looking forward to a nice, relaxing weekend.

Outfit: shorts, violet gap cardigan, silver banana republic flats (see photo of them in gold) purchased for $39 and a black Mayle camisole from fall 2006.

A Great Beach Read! FIJI ON FIRE, FIJI ON ICE by Eve Summers

Fiji on Fire, Fiji on Ice
by Eve Summers
From Red Rose Publishing
Buy link: http://redrosepublishing.com/bookstore/product_info.php?manufacturers_id=155&products_id=363


Why would a massage session in a Fiji holiday resort make Tanya the Ice Queen so sex-starved that she would actually consider paying for sex?

It can't be her project of researching Internet dating sites! Those losers wouldn't be able to turn on a woman even if she came complete with an ON switch.

It can't be the delicious island cocktails of tropical fruit, cream and vodka... even if their names (like Sex On The Beach and Hot Screaming Orgasm) make you blush when you order them.

What is making Tanya lose her focus? Could it be the tight black jeans on the tight black arse of Randy Andy, the alleged con artist?
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Chapter One
Throw Me Down and F- Me

The Throw Me Down and F- Me Cocktail Recipe
1 1/2 tsp Southern Comfort® peach liqueur
1 1/2 tsp Crown Royal® Canadian whisky
2 tsp grenadine syrup
1 tsp pineapple juice

Place the two liquors into the bottom of a shot glass. Add pineapple juice and grenadine, mix well, and serve.

The moment Tanya Redford spotted the caramel-skinned hunk in the hotel foyer she knew two things: that the guy was a con artist and that she was in trouble–big time.

The con was in the sincere angle of his shoulders and in the forthright gaze. The con was in his smile, vulnerable with honesty. The con was in his bad boy charm.

The mixture meant trouble of mega proportions.

Tanya didn’t mean to listen in on the conversation...All right, she did. The hunk’s voice was like Kahlua and it slid delectably over her, caressing her skin and tingling her spine.

“I’m afraid I’m not much of a poker player, Mr. Lockhorne,” he leaned his body in toward an elderly couple and spread out his arms. “You’d hate me for spoiling your evening.”

While Tanya did not believe the “not much of a poker player” part, she agreed with the rest of the statement. It would be easy to hate this guy once he’d cheated you at the poker table. She already hated him for the way her nipples tensed up at the sight of his predator-like mouth and for the way her hands ached to stroke his tight jeans.

“Nonsense,” the elderly gentleman’s voice boomed across the hall. “We don’t take the game seriously. But evenings are so boring in this place– there is only so much Fijian dancing an old grump like me can watch in a week."

“Surely, with a delightful wife like yours–” The conman’s eyes blazed brazen as he lifted Mrs. Lockhorne’s wrinkled hand to his mouth.

He held it there for about one hundred years, while Tanya looked on, transfixed. The air around her thickened, she gulped its heat in short shallow breaths. She would give all her days in this five-star beach resort in exchange for one night with that mouth.

“Oh, go on, Andy,” the other woman laughed and tilted her head, her hand still captive on his lips. “Coming from anybody else, that comment would have sounded sleazy.”

“Ma’am, I can assure you…” His cheeky grin belied the words.

Andy. The owner of the best jean-clad arse she has seen in years– make that “ever”–was called Andy. His name sent a prickling awareness up and down her spine.

Randy Andy. Andy-Candy. Neat.

Tanya’s pulse quickened, and she almost heard the rapid rush of blood to her head. Andy looked like the type of guy who threw you down onto the white Fijian sand without asking and f-ed you until the seventh orgasm.

Bad boys - who could resist them?

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Shopping on Thursday

So with Max at daycare again today I was able to run some errands. First I had breakfast at the Everett Street Bistro ($16). Joe's special (scrambled eggs with spinach, garlic and parma cheese) and an iced latte. Then I did a Buffalo Exchange drive by, then walked downtown, got some nail polish, my alterations and a pair of silver sandals on sale at Banana for $40 (from $120). The Gia cami came out well, the jacket looks amazing - all for $25. I stopped in at Nordstrom for a window shop - the Lanvin leopard skirt was on sale for $445 from $1140. Amazingly it was a 2 (!) and too big. Did not look fierce. I was sort of happy about it - that I wasn't going to have to obsess over it.

I then met Kelly for lunch at Typhoon. My tummy was hurting from breakfast still, so my curry did not go down well. I went home to write but could not concentrate, so I went for a walk to NW 23rd. I stopped in at my favorite consignment shop and they had all these amazing things I wanted, but not in my size including the tortoise metallic Louboutin flats (37.5 for $250). I did find an AMAZING Missoni coat NWOT for $344, but I feel like I should wait for 2nd markdown....Picture of me in the coat above. Let me know what you think.

Moments

"Events in the past may be roughly divided into those which probably never happened and those which do not matter."
William Ralph Inge
6 June 1860 – 26 February 1954
Inge was an English author, Anglican priest, and professor of divinity at Cambridge.

That's a bit gloomy of a forecast.
But when you think about things in life that overpower us at times......much of it doesn't matter in the end. Even though it might have really happened. It wasn't worth anything.

I don't want to live my life like clothes on the laundry line blowing in the breeze.......flung about. Wet and trying to become dry.I want my life to COUNT for something.....


In the end.....we will all give an account for our lives. So why waste time?
I say....let's get on with it.

ALL of these tiny moments in our lives add up......to one big ending one day.
Life is short.

Be happy.
Say a kind word
Tell someone you love them.
Bake someone some cookies.
Smile at someone you don't know today.

Touch a life.
It really doesn't cost anything....just a few of your "moments."
You just may be pulling that person you reach out to...off the edge of a cliff.

You never know.
Just try.