Archive | July, 2011

baby doll

26 Jul



Don’t you just love how pretty these Baby Doll Dresses are?? Going to a Betsey Johnson Store is like going to a candy store. The only difference is .. there are no calories to burn after the guilt of consuming it. I have quite a few baby dolls I’ve never even worn but every time I walk into the store, I am just drawn on how lovely and decadent every pc of dress there looks. It doesn’t help that a lot of them are in pink, black, and white which are the 3 primary colors of my wardrobe. So I can’t say noooooo …

So in this last month alone, I bought these 3 new babies. One actually arrived in the mail first thing today which made my mood immediately happy. The only problem with these dresses are they are too pretty to wear anywhere. I wore one to a bar mitzvah, one to a photo shoot, and the rest just stays in my closet. I could never find the right occasion for them. My husband actually thinks I should start wearing them to work but people might not take me seriously and look at me like a “Paris Hilton” so I am opposed to his idea. But then, what will I do with all of them?

They are gorgeous and I do look like a barbie doll when I wear them. My daughter thinks I look like a princess and even my nanny tells me how beautiful they are but the only time I get to wear these clothes are in the morning when I play dress up.

I am now seriously considering my husband’s suggestion of wearing them on a day-to-day basis … but what do you think? How would people react to someone soooo over-dressed during lunch or in a work environment?

Hmmmmmm …..




to shop or not to shop …

20 Jul

There’s no denying the fact that this blog is no longer about me trying to get out of my shopping addiction. It has completely evolved into a blog about a REAL HOUSEWIFE going through life. I’m not going to be a hypocrite and pretend that I am someone that I’m not/ The truth it is I LOVE TO SHOP. Plain and Simple …

So here’s my dilemma  in life as of this moment.

I got really depressed when I found out that Borders is closing and people are going to loose their job. Our economy has just taken a plunge from bad to worse. I feel so bad when I think of the 11,000 families that will be affected. So what do I do when I get depressed in the middle of the night and can’t go out .. I read my morning paper (aka the Shoe section of the Neiman Marcus web site). I sat for 4 hours just looking at every single shoe available at Neimans. While doing this,  I tell my self I should stop shopping and being foolish on spending my money on useless things. But after looking at all the shoes and feeding my loneliness with the sight of lovely things, I felt so much better. As a matter of fact, I felt so good that I started to look at the web-site of my most favorite shoe designer, Mr. CL. And then as Rebecca Bloomberg once said “You know that thing when you see someone cute and he smiles and your heart kind of goes LIKE WARM BUTTER SLIDING DOWN ON HOT TOAST? Well that’s what it’s like when I see a store. Only it’s better.” This was exactly how I felt when I saw this.

150 mm lady fur fur, patent leather, red, black, platforms

I want them !!! You know why?  “Because when I shop, the world is better!! and then it isn’t… and then I have to do it again!”

So I’m thinking, should I help save the debt problems of our country with my addiction? Or should I have a pity party and stop shopping and ruin our economy more?

When I buy $1400 shoes so many people benefit from it. From the shipping company, the city for the sales tax I pay, the employees of the store, the company where they purchased it from. It really is a giant snowball of people who are one step away from loosing their job because I chose to buy a $10 book in Amazon for $8. I am doing a good deed for everyone.

So my question is … TO SHOP OR NOT TO SHOP??

my deep dark secret

3 Jul

Apparently, there are a few tell-tale signs in my life that an emotional breakdown is on it’s way. That I’ve had just about enough and I can’t handle it anymore.

The first thing that happens is I loose desire to shop. When I’m happy and something inevitable comes up the 1st thing I do is head to Rodeo Drive and Shop. But I noticed that when I get depressed I have no desire to buy anything at all. No bribe or trip to the fanciest mall with the biggest SALE will do the trick. I simply have no interest for shoes, bags, clothes, jewelry, or even watches. After the accident my husband has been asking me to get another car (even after the insurance company informed me that BMW can fix my car after all) and I don’t even want to. I told him that we have a family car (yes .. a 2007 Chevy Suburban with about 47,000 miles) and I said that will be my car from now on. And he is just looking at me with the biggest “YEAH RIGHT” face you’ve ever seen. But I honestly don’t want to buy a car right now. I don’t even feel like driving unless I don’t have a choice.

The second thing that happens to me is I start feeling like death is creeping up on me. Remember my blog a few months ago about DEATHPRESSION??? (March – Digging Deeper) Yeah, it’s that one.

And then there’s this other thing that I just started doing this tine around. I started returning stuff. Well just the ones I purchased the week before my accident happened. And not all but just the ones I never used. I don’t want any of it.

As a city girl, I dread the thought of being around nature. I would always choose the mall over the beach on any given day. I will never ever go camping and I don’t even like going to the beach because it’s too “sandy” and “windy”. I much prefer the pool side in a hotel where they have a man made beach and there are no waves. But lately, I notice that I constantly think of going to the beach and I want to be surrounded by a vast ocean and breath the not-so-fresh air of california. I also think that I’m just about ready to plan a camping trip because I really want to be out in the open with good ol’ mother nature.

It’s so weird. When ever I’m going through a bad case of depression it always comes hand in hand with a dose of withdrawal from my Rodeo Drive addiction.