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It’s 5:00 somewhere, and we wish we were there. We love this drink, tasty and low cal, and super refreshing…careful though, she packs a punch!
La Low Cal Limeade
Courtesy of Disney
Everyone knows someone who takes their make-up a step too far. Whether it is guilt by omission in the neck to face transition, a reliance on an overly bold color palate or simply looking like they went apple bobbing with Tammy Faye Baker; these poor unfortunate souls often leave viewers wondering if they have defaulted on their electrical bills or misplaced their mirrors. Even if you don’t need a Bobbi Brown intervention, who hasn’t been caught plucking eyebrows or the occasional stray chin hair while using the visor mirror in your car?
Now I am blessed with many things…wit, charm, cat like reflexes, but not the body for shorts. I have slid my gams into countless versions, but from jams to daisy dukes, and they have all fallen, well, short. Despite the fact that I am 5’8 and an average size 8 every time I put on a pair of shorts I look like Danny Devito’s midwestern aunt. They instantly turn me into a shorter, stockier version of myself. And I am sorry but when did shorts become appropriate work and evening attire. Shorts have no place being fancy; send them back to the gym where they belong…that way I’ll never have to look at them.
This past weekend I naively began the search again for this season’s version of a torturous trend. Somehow I was confident that this year would be different, that this year I would find the perfect pair that lengthened my legs and lifted my bottom. That this year I wouldn’t end up looking like a sexually ambiguous middle aged mail carrier.
Well after countless stores my legs were chapped from slipping them in every offering from Banana Republic to J Crew. I finally found a pair that was, well…ok. If my life was in jeopardy or I couldn’t afford full-length pants I would wear New York and Company’s City Style Short. I bought a pair in Pink Jacquard for $30, but many of their other fabrics are now on sale for about $20. Grudgingly, I admit I could see how I could wear these to work with a crisp white shirt, and if I was drunk before I dressed to go out, these might be cute with some wedges. These also have the all important flap above the back pocket…I need something to beak up that piece of real estate.
Rating: 2 carats. If you must, these aren’t a bad buy.
This past weekend the stars aligned. My husband was man camping, or “mamping” as I like to call it, the house was spotless and I had absolutely nothing planned. This called for something special. While at Target a new product line caught my eye. I have always been a fan of the Boots brand, but they have a new nod to the old with their “Original Beauty Formula”. I instantly fell in love with the retro packaging, and as tampered with the tamper proof packaging I saw that, gasp, the products were in actual glass bottles. I settled on their Rose & Lavender Bath Oil for $12.99 and couldn’t wait to get home.
3 Carats. This stuff feels way more expensive than $12.99 and the bottle is way too pretty to hide under the sink. I can’t wait to try the rest of this line.
When I was little I often had dreams of being the fourth Charlie’s Angel. Maybe that’s why at first glance Silence and Noise’s $68Ruffle Front Jumper appealed to me. Looking at it online at Urban Outfitters, I had visions of tanned legs, flowing locks and a pair of ass-kickin’ heels. Although the word “jumper” conjured visions of terry cloth, second grade and a hideous pair of bangs. A moment of indecision and a readily available credit card swung the vote to “might be cute” and a few clicks later it was on its way.
Several days later it was at my door and fortified by some Trader Joe’s 2 buck chuck, I took the plunge. I started with the shoes…gorgeous gold peep toes, so far so good. Next the hair… took out my ponytail and shook my head upside down. Not quite Farrah-esque, but good enough for the preview. Finally, the romper…uhhh, Charlie we have a problem. While the top half was cute, what’s not to love about a ruffled halter with a plunging neckline? The bottom half looked like one of those fluffy tennis skirts that Monica Seles used to wear pre court-side assault. I think it was even made out of the same material, sort of a silky/nylon hybrid. The top to bottom connector is also made of some type of clingy gathered ruching which made me look like I ate Monica Seles. Overall, not quite the look I was hoping for.
Rating: 1 carat. Time to let the past go.
