Australia seems like a nice place. With exports like comedian Chris Lilley and now this amazing silk Stallion blazer by Milk From a Thistle...

All sold out. My mother would actually love this. 

 

What do you see here? A girl sending a message to all girls to put themselves in danger? UK ASA has deemed this ad an inappropriate ad for children and young teenagers. hmmm...

Last week I dropped off nine pairs of shoes at Pasquale Shoe Repair. I am extremely hard on my shoes and I tend to wear new shoes as soon as I purchase them. So after myriad times of sinking Louboutins into mud, gravel and whatever I encounter when I have fun - they needed a face lift holiday. 

During their absence I realized that it is necessary that I purchase some "middle of the road" shoes. Ones that I wont tear up over... tearing up.

The question is what can match the same feeling I get when I put a new heel on with a bright red sole? A feeling that makes me delusional; where my toe cleavage turns into smiles. I sit before my computer on Cyber Monday and am finding it hard to evoke a gasp of excitement while I browse "middle of the road" shoes. Am I doomed? Do I need to get a second job so I can buy two pairs of everything - one for the rave weekends and another for dinners? Who am I kidding? Dinner is never just dinner. 

What does a girl like me do? 

I rather wear black pants and a blouse for the rest of my life if I could continue my red sole obsession and a classic handbag to match... there might be an experiment in all of this or maybe I am just delirious from the massive consumption of stuffing over the long weekend. 

Which would you choose? Shoes/Handbag/accessories or clothes?

While I am not with my immediate family, I am with my LA Family. Giving thanks to enjoy a day with friends: the people I love. I hope everyone has a Thanks and giving day. 

A late birthday present. A big spacious bag that fits everything. My laptop. Sneakers. Workout clothes. A gun. Lipstick. DVDs. Empty bottles of Tequila. Everything a woman needs. 

You can find the Alexander Want Emile Bag at most of the department stores and online. 

The past weekend has been a joyful one. Jo is on the road to the recovery - out of the ICU and working towards going home. Last week, we had our first full conversation in almost 4 weeks. Over the weekend we spoke about Chanel chap stick and how Hermes scarves will suit her shaved head when she reenters the outside world. She is in every way the Jo we all missed and love. 

With that wonderful news, I will renter the blog-sphere. 

I know you missed me. x

If you don't live across the pond, you can find them here at Barneys!

A man is hard to find. 

A man in the sense of who I would classify as someone like my father. A man who still holds my mother’s hand while they walk along the backdrop of closed mall stores in the morning. A man who caresses my mother’s back while she talks incessantly about the dangers of green onions. A male with strength, love, the desire and action to take care of his family and the people he loves. 

I will admit it, I sometimes wonder if men like my dad are long gone. You glimpse hints of them in friends and boyfriends but never the whole package - not yet. Until now. While Jo has been struggling for her survival, her husband has been fighting a battle that only others in the same situation could even come close to comprehending. While the drips in her hospital room have kept her under the realms of reality for the past three weeks, Mickey has endured it all: awake and aware of the present dangers that came in like waves and shattered good news that were delivered only minutes before. Repeating diagnosis to family and close friends, never wavering in his tone or his positivity. He walked through the frustration, the unknown and the fear of ultimately losing the love of his life.

The past days have been wonderful days. She is slowly coming out of the red zone and entering the recovery zone. Mickey’s strength along with all of your energy and love aided her during this time. Still, I wanted to take a moment and document what we have witnessed. Mickey Curbishley is a man in all of the senses and definitions that the word “man” deserves. 

He is a man that loves Jo and a man that we are all blessed to know. 

 I want to break into song, I want to dance in the afternoon and I want to have a problem presented and solved within a two-hour time period.  

 

The sounds of Cole Porter drift in the background as I try to figure out what and how I want to say what I want to say. My absence from the blog has been intentional. About three weeks ago, a close friend was taken ill.

 

She has been fighting for her survival and for the life she had before this horrible ordeal. While her friends can’t even comprehend what her husband and family feel, I speak for everyone when I say we feel lost and scared. In a situation like this - you offer anything you possibly can but try to continue with your own life; contemplating what is really important and asking questions that might easily never be answered.

 

I normally wouldn’t write about something so personal but many know her. The emails, phone calls and cards are evidence of this. Everyone she has met, she has touched in some way. From the beginning I have said, there is no doubt that she will be okay.

 

It’s the time in between that hurts the most.