The Essential Seven
Seven Days, Seven Ways to make your week amazing.
Shoe Obsession: The sneaker wedge.
I love the sneaker wedge. It combines my fashion must have wearing at least a 3+ inch heel at all times with the cool factor of repping a bad ass sneaker. I’m obsessed with this Rebecca Taylor leopard sneaker wedge. Unfortunately, it’s sold out everywhere in my size. Lucky for me, I have a killer red sneaker wedge to keep me sated…but I still need this leopard print.
Pick Your Poison: Champagne. The only answer is this week is Champagne. Yes, Champagne for my campaign. I’m taking a well-deserved business/pleasure trip this weekend and Champagne has been on the menu the entire time. There is NEVER a bad time to celebrate. I’m celebrating life, spontaneity, and the exciting things ahead. As Kanye says, “May all your pain be champagne.” I’ll drink to that.
Crush of the Week: Robin Thicke. He’s soulful, he’s sexy, and yeah, he’s crazy in love with his beautiful wife. He might just be every single woman’s dream guy. Find me a man who thinks like Robin, and he can be my Loverman anytime.
My Jamz: Will Smith, Getting’ Jiggy Wit It. It’s no surprise that I’m a tad old school on occasion. I decided to kick it “Big Willie Style” this week, and as my son says, I’m a little obsessed. Classics never go out of style and with lyrics like , “Since I moved up like George and Weezie” how could you not show some love. He IS the Fresh Prince of Bel Air.
Beauty Secret: Vaseline.” If you ever want to know a woman’s age, don’t look at her face or her chest. Look at her elbows. Elbows are a true indicator of a woman’s age. She can’t upgrade the elbows.” A friend told me that a few years ago. Fearful that my elbows looked like those of a 90-year-old lady, I went home and started slathering Vaseline on them as part of my nightly routine. I’ve been using Vaseline on my lips and under my eyes to smooth fine lines for years, but now it also works wonders on my elbows. Think I’m nuts? Take a look at your elbows in the mirror…how old do they look?
Date of the Week: Cooking Together. A date asked me if I minded if he cooked for me. I mind someone cooking for me about as much as I mind someone buying me the entire Spring collection from Haute Hippie.
Sure, going out to dinner can be sexy, but a man who knows his way around the kitchen is a game changer…and you don’t have to wait for the check or endure the agonizing drive home.
Scene to Be Scene: I’m lucky. I suppose that’s because I’m Irish. This means ending up in Chicago for St. Patrick’s Day was serendipitous. Each year on SPD, the Chicago River is dyed green. It’s not just an event, it’s an institution. And once I proved I was a really Irish by flashing my driver’s license bearing my maiden name, I was inducted into the secret Chicago Society of the Irish. Good thing my liver could keep up.
Have an amazing week.