As a mom, it’s important to have non-mom friends who keep you in check. When I thought I wanted star and heart wrist tattoos (a sweet sentiment between Gemma and I,) my friend Irene kyboshed it. Her exact words were, “do not get a star and heart tattoo, are you serious?” Honesty appreciated. And then I asked my friend Aimee if, as a mom of three, I could pull off a five finger ring and she said that I am still “badass enough” to wear it. It’s being shipped. Here, from Eddie Borgo, my non-mom-approved purchase and yes, I plan to channel 50 Cent while I wear it.
Never one to shop for specifics (like, I need new black boots!) over the years I’ve just bought what I’ve coveted and have consequently amassed a closet of really random but special shit. Since I now have three daughters, jewelry purchases (and by purchases, I mean gifts) have taken on a whole new meaning. I can imagine that someday the girls might duke it out for this Finn Pink Ruby Love Knot Ring (a dainty but cool everyday piece that’s been on my list for years) as it’s pretty timeless while managing to still have some edge. Rocks, paper, scissors…Whatever, it’s a fight I won’t have to mediate.
The IPad is the last sacred piece of electronics in my house (small paws are not allowed to touch) and so the opportunity for a suped-up case is one that’s real. This Lily Kwong pony hair style is just my taste: kind of impractical and not-that-necessary. But also chic and stunning. And if you think of it as a clutch – which this can totally pass for – it makes sense in every way. And I would never let my kids manhandle my clutch, so…
On a whim I agreed to watch Licorice, the class bunny, for the next two and a half weeks. One of the teachers described him as “randy” – meaning, he humps everything he sees and bites everything he can’t successfully hump. “Keep him away from the baby,” I was warned. You’d think he was a Rottweiler. This gorgeous pearl “teeth” ring from Thakoon is empowering me to face my fears and care for that effing bunny – if it’s the last thing I do. I don’t know, it might be.
My good friend Irene is like a jewelry designer whiz kid – everything she does kills it. A diamond launch. Jeweled sandals. And the latest and my personal fave: ID bracelets. They are my official answer to sporting your child’s name in a chic, easy way while feeling massively sophisticated and fancy (if you will.) No circular pendants, no weird charms. Her styles range from silver and slightly studded to major and decked with opals (yup, put the latter in the inheritance.) Or just go bananas and put your own name on the damn thing.
I finally stepped up my gym uniform. That’s big time considering my penchant for wearing branded work out wear from “Crunch” Union Square circa 1999. I spied these Stella McCartney for Adidas sneakers at – of all places – Maxfield’s in Malibu. Since I’d feel too douchy just buying sneakers at Maxfield’s, I bought them online, in the dark, away from judging eyes. Since then, I’ve gotten many “oohs and ahhs” from all sorts of peeps – my very cool and very young stylist’s being the most notable of the bunch. I’m thinking that they may even make my Champion sweatshirt look good again.
Say it. You’ve always wanted a Bento Box for your jewelry. It’s so kid-friendly and practical. And then you might as well fill it with short grain rice studs and a chili salt necklace to boot…(actually the studs just look like choking hazards but I am down with the necklace as a layering piece.) Sometimes I find myself longing for the things that make absolutely no sense in my life. Maybe it’s a secret rebellion against my now-daily uniform of something in the sweatshirt family. I don’t know. Can my closet pull this off??
New year, new party circuit. Like me, you probably need to buy a gift for someone every other day. For your kid’s pal (times one hundred.) For your friend’s 30th ( through 40th.) For a new baby (and his sibling.) There is a celebration around every effing corner. On my short list of “go-to gifts” is a Comme des Garcons embossed pouch that I scoop up down the street at one of my favorite LA spots, OK. But that find just got upgraded to its constellation cousin curtesy of Opening Ceremony. Hm. Maybe this year I’ll even gift one to myself.
I’ve been editing the beauty market on and off for a long time. Since there are so many really cool products out there, at times, packaging seems to play an even larger role than usual. These Louise Gray glitter pots are totally over-the-top to wear on lids, cheeks, lips (or wherever Top Shop suggests you should splash ‘em) but maybe I could do a thumb or two. In fact, I know I could. It’s the holidays, people. And for all of you with daughters, well….it will be nail art galore over Winter Break.
You’re welcome. It’s Givenchy’s “Rottweiler” IPhone case from one phone-ago. I just got the “5″ which needs a new outfit and this one, while amazing, is a little too body-con for my taste (it’s made for the “4″.) Plus, it’s practically sold out everywhere except for here, an Australian retailer. But I just love it. So it begs the question: do I try to squeeze my new phone into the smaller size without a protective case? Or do I get a lame-ass case that actually fits but isn’t as exciting as this Rottweiler graphic (that will clearly never get old.) The real reason for this post is to reiterate that the IPhone 5 is that much better and worth the upgrade…Just make sure to dress it well!
***It also lets you order Hipstamatic prints so you can post all of your gorgeous babies on the fridge. Finally!