If it's Not Brogue, Don't Fix it.

So Christie and I went to meet Paramore before the No Doubt show- yes that was a few weeks ago, but I forgot to blog it ;) They were really sweet and the lead singer Hayley is adorable and happened to be wearing a beanie that Ben designed while at Paul Frank.

Anyway, I broke out my vintage brogues finally! I found them while shopping for my first Betsey collection- you may remember the group I built around them (if you forgot check it out here) and I've been waiting to wear them.

(top and headband- Urban Outfitters, jeans- Blank, shoes- Vintage, bracelet- Intermix)

I'm an 8 1/2 so those of you who shop vintage know how exciting it is to find shoes bigger than a vintage size 7! I'm not a big flats girl, so when I find a great pair it's extra special.

Go Lakers!

To be honest I couldn't give a shit about sports in general, but I have enough Laker crazy friends (and I mean CRAZY) to respect the Lakeshow. 

So this is how I do team spirit. Purple and gold head to toe. And what do you know? They took home the championship. Go Lakers! Maybe it was the luck of the YSL's? Ha ha.

Another bad shoe choice by the way. We went to one of Ben's friend's houses, filled with BBQ eating boys. Scary, right? Well, while walking through the kitchen some bacon grease popped and splattered on.... yes, my suede shoe. 

UGH.

Luckily it was a teeny splat I guess.

  

(sweater and top- BP, jeans- Blank, glasses- F21, shoes- YSL)

Anyway, I'm off to New York tomorrow to show my Betsey Johnson prototypes to the team!! I hope they love my 1st collection and I'll keep you all updated. Don't forget to follow me on Twitter!!

xox

Happy Birthday to ME!

What better way to celebrate getting OLDER than to wallow in self- pity and take myself shopping? HA.

Just kidding... kind of.

Ben took me to Marché Modern (yum) for lunch, followed of course by a visit to Christian Louboutin. Nordstrom is right next door to that so we popped in there for a quick second. 

I tried on a bunch of stuff that should have been cute, but you know- I was just having one of those days. You know the ones. Where you feel like a fat ass and nothing seems to fit quite right. 

There was an Herve Leger dress on sale for more than 50% off but I just felt like I looked like a cougar in training in it. It's too bad because with some Crisco and a pair of Spanx that dress would have ben h-o-t! 

So, after trying on about 9 outfits and then complaining to my sales guy about shitty lighting and explaining how strip clubs use red lights to reduce the look of skin blemishes and cellulite ( I swear it works) ... it was time to go. I was however grateful for all the looks I saw that I was getting- or rather that my SHOES were getting. I may have a big ass but I have killer shoes.

(jeans- Blank, tank- BP, shoes- Christian Louboutin)

I love these new jeans I picked up at Planet Funk on my long day in LA. Give me anything with back seam zippers and I'm sold! 

So we get home and there's a FedEx slip on the door. DANGIT! My Jil Sander shoes came home and I wasn't there to greet them. What a bad shoe mommy I am! :( I'm kind of pissed 'cause I really wanted to have them as an option for whatever I end up wearing tonight. 

Boo hoo.