Thursday, April 30, 2009

Stuff We Would Kiss On the Mouf: Ramona Larue

Ramona Larue

It's me, Shan. Holy shite. I think I just blacked out a minute. Stumbled across her on Planet Blue when I kept clicking on pics of adorable outfits and then realized they were all Ramona Larue. I need these in my life. ALL of them.

Arianne Long Strapless Dress
Love love lovey love this.
Off Shoulder Long Sleeve Tunic
Who DOESN'T need a horse tunic???

Drawstring jumper
It scares me how much I love this. I mean, it's a JUMPER, for the love of Englebert Humperdink, and we all know jumper is another word for PANTSUIT, despite the fact that the British think it means SWEATER.

I mean, how cute does her little side tattoo look here, peeking out? Probably much cuter than my "side boobs" would look.

Oh my hell....

Seriously, Ramona - knock if off.
I am not EVEN kidding.

Why are you taunting me?
For real. What did I ever do to you???
Now you're just being a jerk.

Shannan: I came across this the other day, too, actually and KNEW you would like it. I was probably too busy going back to thinking about myself though to forward it to you. Sorry. It will happen again.

Love, Amy

Wednesday, April 29, 2009

Stuff We Would Kiss On The Mouf: Riceworks Chips

Yes, this is a post about chips. And by “chips,” I mean “snack straight from heaven.” Seriously. Who needs Keebler elves when you have angels making snackity acks.

Shan: Let me get this straight Amy..."chips" = food of the gods, and NOT Erik Estrada and Larry Wilcox? Huh. I guess I've had it wrong all these years.

So maybe I bought these because they are made with brown rice. Maaaaaaaybe I like to fool myself into thinking they are as healthy as raw vegetables. I mean, you get them in the Organic section at my local market so they HAVE to be health food, right? Just nod your head and keep reading.

In my defense, it wasn’t just the brown rice that got me. It was also the packaging. My husband likes to point out two things about me: I am a sucker for any show with a “reveal” or “elimination” at the end AND I am a sucker for product packaging. You probably COULD put lipstick on a pig* and I would fall for it. Only if the shade of lipstick was right, natch. * Sarah Palin excluded.

*Shan: SHWEW! You had me worried there a minute!!!

Just a few things you should know about Riceworks Chips:

1. They are delish.

1a) True dat. Ames introduced me to Riceworks last weekend and I almost ate the entire bag on my way home from Costco this weekend. Oopsie!!! - Shan

2. Sea Salt is my favorite for those that want to send me a case. (I’m looking at youuuu, Riceworks.)

2a) Hey Riceworks - there are TWO of us on this blog - so we will thank you kindly to ship out TWO cases. - Shan

3. I have not tried the Cinnamon though and would be willing to sign the UPS slip for a free case of those, too.

3a) Yoooo-hooooo - please see item 2a.....

4. I have no evidence, but suspect they miiiight be made with heroin. Why else can’t I stop eating them?

4a) It's true. We have bof been hopped up on the Riceworks goofball.

5. If #2 is true, do NOT set up an intervention for me. I will cut you.

5) While I do not condone violence, and probably would not CUT you, I WOULD throw a shoe at you, and they have very high, pointy heels. Could give someone a nasty bruise. Believe Amy though. Girlfriend will cut one. I mean cut YOU. - Shaaaaaaannnnnn

6. While I enjoy the helpful suggestion that the Sea Salt goes great with hummus or other dips, I suspect they would also be delightful with oxygen. I would not know as I don’t come up for air until the entire bag is gone.

6a) Teee heeeee. That Amy is funny.

Don’t cheat yourself. Get. These. Chips. Stat. You do want to live longer, don’t you???

You're welcome,


And now, because we are talking about organic and being healthy and what is good for the planet, I wanted to share this bideo wif everyone. Came across it yesterday and it made me giggle.

Oh, who am I kidding. I am including it here because otherwise I'd have to start a new post, and let's face it, Paul Rudd is on my Top Five list. Enjoy.

(video to be embedded like a blog from 2009 at some point soon)



Tuesday, April 28, 2009

Stuff We Would Kiss On the Mouf

Can we observe a moment of silence for this please?

Vintage Thea Porter Hostess dress from 1970. I can't remember what site I came across this photo on, and had never heard of Thea Porter before, but after googly-oogling her, I discovered that she is the shiz-nit, and her clothing is 'SPENSIVE. This dress is sublime. Look at those sleeves, that print. Sigh.




When I first glanced at this I thought it said "Bea Arthur" and I was all, "Awwwwww, a moment of silence...R.I.P., Bea." Then, once I wiped the tears away, I realized it said "Thea Porter" and I was all, "Yes, please."



Monday, April 27, 2009

Stuff We Would Kiss On the Mouf

So I was perusing the interwebs the other day, and came across the KEWLEST clothing. The first is from a design team called Mona & Holly who uses as their inspiration service uniforms from days of yore (my term, not their own). So smart, so chic, TOTALLY reminded me of Miz Amy with their uber vintagey goodness. Check them out with your own peepers:

Well hello there, super duper cute little belted blouse. You are adorable. I am even digging the shorts with the button-gathered legs. So. Tute.

Amy: Shan, if I had your legs I would rock this. I do not. Ergo, you must rock this for me. "Ergo"...I have no idea. You know we like to throw around the E Plurbus Unumisms.

Look at you, you little white cocktail dress that Mrs. Howell might have work to a soiree before she became old and pant-suited. I love you. Yes I do.

Amy: Why don't we have this?

Oh Yellow Sunshiney Sexy Dress - I love you most of all. So chic. So Jackie Kennedy/Michelle Obama. Soooooo right.

Amy: I have one word for you. "Gimme."

But wait - there's more. I hear you asking - Shan - how can that be? How can there possibly be MORE cute clothes left in the world? Oh, there are. They are from a seller I came across on eBay who makes clothes inspired by (read: knock offs) of some oh so excellent little numbers. The prices? Pretty reasonable, for custom-made clothing. The seller? Top Runway. The clothes? Take a look-see...

Amy: Oh no. Here come all the comments about supporting "knock-off" designers. This will be our most commented post ever. And by "most" I mean "two comments." You're so controversial, Shannan. Step aside, Sarah Silverman.

What is it with me and the ivory dresses? I don't know, but I lurve them.

Oh my hell...I could be SUCH a great sexy secretary in this dress. For realsies.

The wearer of this dress needs to be ready to kick ass and take names, because it ROCKS.

Amy: This one please.Amy: Or this one. Let's be real here. If it's good enough for Dita, it's good enough for me. I'm actually not sure if we've ever discussed this, Shan, but she drives me to the brink of insanity. She is divine.
Shan: We have not discussed Miz Dita, but I concur. You are correct.

Friday, April 24, 2009

We Interrupt This Regularly Scheduled Fashion Icon Friday

to bring you the following, courtesy of Shan:

So yesterday afternoon I go to the back door to let Kitty in, and look out, and he is sitting there with something at his feet. Before I think about it, I open the door and he runs in. Then I realize the something at his feet is a SNAKE. A. SNAKE. I scream, and think - oh shit - he killed a snake and brought it up to the door. I am still screaming, and the SNAKE, which is CURLED ON MY FRIGGING DOORSTEP LITERALLY, moves, and starts sniffing with his SNAKE FRIGGING TONGUE at the door. My mom was here and said - well get something and flip him out into the yard. To which I said YOU DO IT!!! So she comes in the kitchen, gets in the cabinet and grabs a FORK. To which I say - WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH A FORK???? YOU ARE NOT USING A FORK TO GET A SNAKE OFF MY BACK DOORSTEP. So I grab the broom from the garage, and she sweeps the FRIGGING SNAKE off the FRIGGING DOORSTEP and off the back deck onto the patio below. When he is uncurled, we see that he is about a foot and a half to TWO FEET LONG. He was thin, but I DO NOT NEED A FOOT AND A HALF TO TWO FOOT FRIGGING SNAKE ON MY BACK DOORSTEP!!!!! Go away, FRIGGING SNAKE. We do not need your kind around here. The end.

P.S.What kind of cat sits two inches from a FRIGGING SNAKE and does not do anything about it? A worthless one, that is what!!!

Thursday, April 23, 2009

Stuff We Would Kiss On The Mouf: Mane Attraction

Well hello there. It's me, Amy. I think we've gotten to know each other well enough for me to let you in on a little secret...I like big hair and I cannot lie. Those otha brothas can't deny.

Just today in fact, I had what I claimed (on my Facebook page because I am 15 years old inside) that I thought I was having a Top Ten Good Hair Day. Encouraged by my equally mature friends to "prove it" I grabbed my phone and took a picture in the bathroom. I didn't say it was a good picture.

Oh, sure, I wish I was one of those girls who looked perfect with straight, silky hair. The kind of woman who just brushes her hair and every strand falls into place. The kind that can put it up in the PERFECT ponytail, sans mirror, while having a conversation with you. The kind of girl I secretly hate. That would be lovely.

I am not that girl though. Not even close. So, watch out, people. I have hairspray and I am not afraid to use it. After all, I am originally from Oklahoma and have also spent many years living in Texas where the saying is, "People from Oklahoma that have also spent many years living in Texas are the most charming people in the world." Wait, that's not the one. The one I meant to type out loud was, "The higher the hair the closer to Jesus."

So while my hair has gone down inches in height over the years and I've graduated from Rave and Aussie Sprunch Spray, (I was in high school in the late 80s. Enough said.) I have never lost my affinity for voluminous locks. Don't worry, that's just fancy for "big hair."

Since I've been around the hairspray aisle a time or two, I must give you a tip. Get. These. Products.
Rusk w8less Hair Spray

If polygyamy were legal and this hairspray was a boy I would marry it and have its perfectly coiffed little babies. This stuff is brilliant.

L'Oreal Ellnet

Yes, as you probably know, the ONE everyone has been talking about for years finally made it the States a few months ago. It really is that good. Everything you've heard is true. If you haven't heard that it smells terrible, well, that is also true. Small price to pay though for this golden can of wonder that makes you look like an angel kissed your head before you went out the door.

While you can't find this one everywhere, I am happy to report that you can find it at Target and NOT Wal-Mart. You can take the girl out of Oklahoma but you cannot take her IN to Wal-Mart.

Which, reminds me, I'll just wrap this up by saying you can also consider this post as Wal-Mart: Stuff I Would Punch In The Mouf.

Dear Amy,
I am STILL waiting for you to teach me how to do my hairs like your hairs. I don't think I'm asking that much, since I agreed in a previous post to either a) give you my eyelashes, or 2) fly to The Lou every morning and do your eye makeup. I do appreciate the tips on your favorite products, and have a can of The ELL in my bafroom as we speak. I concur - it STANKS. However, if you PROMISE it will make my hair look like yours, I PROMISE not to complain about the stench. HA! You and I both know complaining about the stench is one of my favorite things to do. And on that note, I will sign off.

Wednesday, April 22, 2009

Stuff We Would Kiss On the Mouf: Planet Blue

Planet Blue, you little minx, why do you tempt me with clothing that I cannot justifiably afford with three babies? You are a debbil woman, Planet Blue. You, with your easy, breezy, California laid-back oh-so-casual, I have been at the beach all day and do not look like a greasy, sweaty normal woman, but a siren from the sea look. Unless you are willing to start giving me some MAJAH price breaks for pimping your site out, stop beckoning me to your site and taunting me with clothing I CAN'T BUY. Like this dress that I need for our trip to Laguna:

Foley & Corinna Flutter Party Dress

or this kaftan, since Amy will not give me her kaftan dress (HMMMMPFH):

Eternal Child Wide Kaftan

or this dress that I also need for my suitcase to Cali, and which would look adorable with my new strappy sandals or EQUALLY cute with my Frye harness boots...

What Comes Around Goes Around Allegre Dress

or either or these little numbers from Issa London, one of my favorite "designers I cannot afford..."

Issa London Dress

Issa London Knot Front Dress

So in closing, if anyone stumbles over a big pile of money, and wants to buy me any or all of the above, please e-mail me here at Merci Blah Blah, and I will be happy to give you my measurements.

Merci. The Management.


I hopped on Planet Blue to surprise you with that Foley & Corinna for an early 40th Birthday present and realized it was almost 600 dollar bills, so instead I didn't. I hope you can take the same amount of joy from my retelling of this tale of "It's The Thought That Counts" though.

Annnnnnnnd, scene.

Yes, that is ALMOST as good as having said dress to wear on my actual person. ALLLLLMOST.

Tuesday, April 21, 2009

O Frabjous Day

Not only is it Biggest Loser Day, but it is REAL HOUSEWIVES of NYC day. Yay!

Don't forget to watch, and then head over to my homegirl at Scented Glossy Magazine for the BEST RHONYC recap EVAH.

That is all.

Biggest Loser Day...hollaaaaaaaaa. That is all.

Okay, not quite. My boyfriend, Kris Allen on American Idol day. Can I get an Amen?

THAT is all.

- Shan

Stuff We Would Kiss On the Mouf: Lagunaaaahhh

Shannan here. The Hubs and I are getting away for a long weekend in May to one of my fav-o-rite places EVAH - Laguna Beach. I worked in Irvine for a 6-week assignment several years ago - the year The Hubs and I met, actually, and almost every weekend I drove old Jamboree down to PCH and made the trek to Laguna. If you want to read more about my love for Laguna, check this from my OTHER blog (plus you can see a HILARIOUS video of The Trips, as well as lots of adorable pics of them)...
If I ever suddenly come into a lot of money, I'm buying a house in Laguna. Every year at this time I long for it like I'm homesick. I have not been this excited for a vacation (or HOLIDAY, if you want to sound Irish) since our honeymoon. I mean, for reals, how could one not miss this kind of place:

Or this...

Or this...

Wait, how the hell did THAT get in there? Or THIS:

Please, don't be jelly of my trip. I promise I will think of you EVERY DAY that we're there. Or at least whenever I take a drink of an adult beverage. Or when I get back and recall vaguely that Amy and I started this blog, and I am supposed to write something for it EVERY WEEK DAY. I will remember you then for sure.

If any of our four readers have been to Laguna, and have suggestions for shopping or eating or what have you, feel free to comment. I already know we're going to The Beach House for a sunset dinner, The Cottage for brunch (why do the first two things on my must-do list have to do with food?), 1,000 Steps Beach (to walk off the first two things on my must-do list), and Havoc Designer Consignment. Yes, that's right. I am dragging The Hubs to a consignment shop. I don't know if it is the one I visited when I was there before, but if it was, holy. cow. Designer consignment in the OC is NOTHING like "designer" consignment in the Midwest. Jean Paul Gaultier in OC? Yes, please. Liz Clairborn in "The Middle?" No fank you.

Ugh - I guess it's time to mosey on to my REAL job now. Until next time, here's dreaming of champagne wishes and caviar dreams......

Saturday, April 18, 2009

Good Luck Girlzzzz

Tomorrow morning, Amy and our dear friend Natty Lite are going to get up and run a half marathon. That's 13 miles, folks. I am so proud of both of them - Amy for deciding to run the marathon in support of her friend Marie who has been battling leukemia (you can read more about it on Amy's OTHER blog stem here), and Natty for having lost 100 pounds in the last year after deciding to take back her life and get healthy.

They are both such amazing women and incredible friends. I don't think I have had friends like this since grade school, and they are the best (and by "friends like these since grade school," I do not mean the friends who would freeze your bra or dip your hand in a bowl of warm water when you fell asleep first at the slumber party). Actually, they would do JUST that, but they would also be the first ones to be completely, sincerely happy for a girl when she got a few pounds closer to her pre-pregnancy weight goal, or scored the deal of DEALIOS on a new pair of shoes (and they understand the importance of NEVER having enough shoes).

They are the kinds of friends who would throw such a kick-ass baby shower that it is being emulated on party planning blogs now, or spend their Saturdays coming over to hang out with three little ankle biters, just because. They are the kinds of friends who love me for me, faults, farts and all, and do ANYTHING to give back to their friends, even at the expense of their own personal lives, and sometimes maybe even their health.

They are gorgeous, intelligent, hilarious, fabulous, fierce, incredible women, and I am blessed to have them in my life, and honored to call them friends and sisters. Good luck, Amy and Natasha. I wish I could be there to root you on tomorrow, but you're in my heart always, and I love you!


Dearest Shannan,
A) Thank you. We read this on my phone before the race. Mwaaaaaaaah.
B) Can you finish typing this for me? I am a little sore. Okay, okay, it's not really that ba....

Thursday, April 16, 2009

An Open Post To Shannan

Hey, Shan. Just in case you are keeping score at home...

I still love Kris Allen.

If/When he gets kicked off this season of Idol is dead to me. DEAD. Not only because he is the only one I like, but also because when Adam Glambert screeches I feel like a 90 year old woman complaining about "the kids these days and their rock n roll." What am I missing here, people? Would YOU buy his CD?

Besides, I don't need Idol to make me feel old. That's what these "smile" lines and my rapidly increasing need for antacids are for. Seriously, antacids? Suddenly I can't digest salad. I'm pretty sure I'm one step away from reviewing fanny packs on here and ordering a Rascal.

Will you help me pimp my ride?


Stuff We Do In Private

As we are known to do from time to time, we publish past e-mails or chats between ourselves that we deem HILARIOUS. The following fits the bill, in my humble opinion. It actually happened EONS ago, but I came across it recently, had a fit of the giggles at work, and actually had to go into the bathroom to compose myself, which is hard to do in a small bathroom that is stacked to the rafters with giant cans of Sauerkraut, but that is another story altogether. In any case, I present to you The Injured Sternum. Enjoy.


Date: Fri, 27 Apr 2007
From: Amy
To: Shannan
I am considering staying home but need to go in. I have a hilarious but not so hilarious "injury" right now that I don't think I revealed today. It is probably from Pilates warming up or stretching last night but could also be burp related. I had some major tightness in my chest last night and was quite gassy...Methamy as Paul likes to chugged some diet soda to make myself burp. I proceeded to burp like it was my job for awhile. For one reason or another - although it was probably working out - I think I strained my sternum. I have had awful, heart attack fake out chest pain now for 25 hours. I also have had the burps all day long so it's way funnier to say it's due to strenuous burping so I'm going with that instead of saying it's due to working out.

From: Shannan
To: Amy
Oh Lord, I am trying so hard not to lose it here at my desk. Shaking with the silent laugh all over again.............

It's me again, Shan. I fancy myself quite the experienced belcher (and my sister would back me up on that), but I can honestly say I have never had a burp-related injury from "strenuous burping." Now that I think about it, maybe a more EXPERIENCED burper WOULDN'T end up with a burp-related injury. Hmmmmm, perhaps SOMEONE needs to practice their burping a little, huh Aaaaaammmmy?

My mom would be so proud of me for this post.


Niiiiiiiice. Your mother? Think about my poor mom realizing her delicate little flower not only did this but shared it with someone. P to the S: I never plan on my mom knowing about this blog, so shut it. Yes, I'm 37. Don't judge me.

And, for the record, I never burped before I met Paul. I never really could for some reason. Not like you fo sho. He's really elevated me to new levels. Wings meet wind.

I can't believe we are talking about this. Good thing we are the only ones reading this bloggity blog blog blog.

Amy Out

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

Stuff We Would Kiss On The Mouf: Ebony and Ivory.


Drew's dress. Sophia's shoes. Yes, please.



Ames -

I JUST saw Drew's dress yesterday on zee interwebs and love love ell-oh-veee-eeee it!!!

That is all.


Tuesday, April 14, 2009



This is really important.

While listening to Eric Hutchinson for the 837th time this week it hit me that he sounds like the love child of Jamie Cullum, non-crappy Gavin DeGraw and early Billy Joel. Now, my earlier review is complete.

That is all. I feel better now.

Merci Blah Blah,


I think you should have been a music producer, or a record promoter, or a flute, in a former life.

Merci Blah Blah,


I fancy myself more of an electric guitar because I rock so hard.


Stuff We Would Kiss On the Mouf: The Makeup Edition

So I was getting ready for work AGAIN this morning (I don't know what they think, expecting me to be there EVERY MONDAY....) and whilst applying spackle and joint compound, errrr, tinted moisturizer and the TEENSIEST bit of blush (BWAH), I thought to myself - Self, you need to write a post about your Favey Crockett makeup and girlie stuff. So wivout further ado, here goes!

Urban Decay Eyeshadow Primer Potion: Perhaps the Holy Grail of all makeup stuff and nonsense in my drawer. Believe the hype - this stuff is the BEST. I could go deep sea diving in my eyeshadow and it wouldn't budge. Okay, that may be a bit of a stretch, but it does stay on my eyeball region for a long, long time when I wear my primer potion.

Amy: Yes. Yes. Yes. This stuff is dope. Oddly enough, I went deep sea diving in it last weekend and it does work. And by "deep sea diving", I mean "put on a Charity Fundraiser", but still...didn't budge.
Fresh Supernova Mascara: I am a mascara freak. I've tried them all - from Diorshow to Great Lash to Givenchy, and Fresh is my beyotch. Well, mine and Sarah Chalke's, whom I have had a girl crush on ever since I first saw Scrubs, but that is another post altogether (Sarah, if you're googling yourself and come across this post, call me - Shannan....)

Amy: Next on my list to try, I suppose. I have the title of The World's Worst Eyelashes (unlike Shannan who has lashes so great they look fake. Jerk.) so am always on the hunt. Current fave is Diorshow, but basically I'm pretty much guaranteed to copy any lash move Shan makes.

Anyhoooo, Fresh Supernova lengthens, strengthens, and makes sure you pay all of your bills on time. It is the BEST.
Arbonne Flirt Blush: I love makeup. I love finding any excuse to try new and fun, but this little blush is the BEST shade of girlie pink, sooooo soft and loverly. I love it even more than NARS Orgasm. That's right - I said it. I'm not saying I don't like Orgasm, it's lovely, but a little more peachy than Flirt, and I prefer my blush on the pink side. Ames - the next time you place an order, why don't you order me up another Flirt - I'm almost out. Thankyee kindly!Amy: Will do. Flirt coming at ya. Again, agreed. I go between Flirt, NARS Orgasm and MAC Mineralize Blush in Dainty. Which, that screaming shade isn't Dainty but I got frustrated with the MAC site and am posting that one.

Jane Iredale Liquid Minerals: Amy here. There are some running themes in my life. One being that I'm eternally trying to lose just 5 more pounds coupled with the fact that I'm still eating as if I didn't need to. The other that I'm constantly searching for the perfect foundation.

See, mine is a color issue. I've tried drugstore brands to high-end brands and can't seem to find the right shade. I've had make-up artists help and done it DIY. I don't care what it costs as long as it doesn't leave me with Ye Olde Orange Face White Neck. It's sad really. I'll think something is right for about 2 or 3 days and then find out otherwise and add it to the makeup graveyard.

Now, I don't want to jinx things, but I think I may have met my match. Not only is the color the closest thing I've found to "me, only better!", but the makeup itself is smooth as satin. It feels like buttah and is good for your skin. Score. I'm in love with you, Jane Iredale Liquid Minerals. I believe James Ingram and Patti Austin said it best: "Baby Come To Me. Let Me Put My Arms Around You. This Was Meant To Be. And I'm Oh So Glad I Found You."

Urban Decay Twice Baked Eye Shadow: Still me, Amy. I have many more loves but cannot end my portion without raving about Urban Decay Eye Shadows. Specifically, Twice Baked. Not just a delicious way to serve a potato. Also, a really great shade to use to create a smoky eye or use as liner. A pot of that and a good chisel brush and you have the perfect eyeliner, my friends. Put it on over your UD EyeShadow Primer you are good ta go. Trust.

Viktor & Rolf Flowerbomb perfume: Shan again here. Bought this at Nordie's after reading great reviews (I'm a BIG review reader) and testing it meself. I though it would be total floral, which I don't love, but it is not. It's just soft and lovely, and comes in the cutest little hand grenade shaped bottle of goodness.

Hanae Mori perfume: I (Shan again) got this especially for my wedding day. I had never worn it and wanted a new fragrance to wear that day for the first time that would forever remind me of that day afterwards. This one fit the bill. Again, found it after searching Makeup Alley's product reviews, and the description of strawberries and sugared almonds sold me (I'm a HUGE foodie fragrance fan). It doesn't last on me quiiiite as long as I would like, but I. Love. This. Perfume.

Monday, April 13, 2009

Stuff We Would Kiss On The Mouf: Eye Candy

Real Housewives, you may have a little competition. Yep, my latest obsession is Bravo TV's Make Me A Supermodel. What could be better than America's Next Top Model? ANTM with men, of course. Wellllll, I don't know - I do luuuurve ANTM, but after I caught a few episodes of MMAS with the stu-huh-HUNNING Jonathan from England, I may be swayed. Holy. Cow. Forget about 6-pack abs - the man has a 12 pack at least. AND he's married and totally devoted to his wife and baby? I love him even more.

I mean, sign me up for any show that is superficial, but throw in fashion, makeup, hair and photography and I'm all yours. You had me at superficial. Here are a few pics from one of my favorite photo shoots - the model as candy.

Sandhurst as Gumball

Mountaha, Pixie Stick

Amanda, Lollipop

Jonathan, Lollipop

Amy: It's all about you and boys with accents, isn't Shan? There, I tried to clean this post up a little. Back to the abs.

True story: I was JUST taking a break and watching this past week's episode where the judges were telling Sandhurst he did a good job on the catwalk. Paul happened to walk in the room at the point where they told him that he effortlessly pulled off unbuttoning his jacket without looking. Now, being a seasoned reality/escapism TV watcher, I thought nothing of this. In fact, when the actual catwalk happened, I thought to myself "That was really smooth." Am I proud of that? Not really. Do I care if you judge me for it though? Nope.

Anyhoooo, Paul had a completely different reaction to the mindless entertainment. It went something like this: Husband retreats back down hallway shaking head and snorting all while doing a move that resembled him trying to beat that entire portion of his life out of his own head. I think he was judging me. Still don't care though.

So, yeah, about Real Housewives of New Jersey in the DVR queue.That's going to go over realllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllly well.

Now, back to a few of the pretty people. Or just one for now.

Sandhurst: Sand HURTS to look at him he so pretty, is more like it.

Okay, two. Jonathan: Care for a spot of tea?

More MMAS posts to come. This one was far too positive. I'm sure we'll eventually start playing armchair Supermodel here soon and rip them apart like we know what we are doing.

Friday, April 10, 2009

Fashion Icon Friday: Patricia Fields

Shan and I just so happened to (finally) both watch the SATC movie this past weekend. Coincidence? I think not. Well, actually it was. But in the grander scheme...maybe not. Maybe we were both meant to watch it finally so we had something to blog about on here. Am I blowing your mind? Well I'm about to with year-old movie costuming commentary. Stick around and we just might review the 1997 People's Choice Award outfits next. That's how we roll.

What do you think of when I say Patricia Fields? Carrie Bradshaw? Shoes? Huge flowers? Wild accessories? Fiery red hair? Mad Style? Well, Patricia Fields is that and so much more.

While widely known for her amazing work on Sex and Th
e City, any girl that love garments knows that Patricia Fields has styled such fashion-focused flicks (ooooo, alliteration) as The Devil Wears Prada and Confessions of a Shopaholic among other things. With an Emmy and several Costume Design Guild Awards, as well as spawning too many trends to mention, it's easy to say that love the looks or not, Patricia Fields has certainly made her mark in the fashion world. And, while I certainly wouldn't even try to pull off all the looks she's created, I'd love to try my hand at more than a few. Right after I get Carrie's closet in SATC Movie (did you die a little too?). Here are just a few of my favorites from the movie:

Hat and Coat: WORK IT. That outfit says, "Don't mess with me" in all the right ways.
Shan: Black coat and hat was one of my FAVES in the movie. I could kick ASS and take names in that black coat and hat.

Black Dress: She couldn't walk in it but who cares? It is killing me softly with ruffley goodness. Killing me softly.
Shan: Okay - I HATED watching her perky little bouncy walk, even in the scene when Big leaves Carrie at the church and then changes his mind and comes back and she pummels him with her roses, and then throws herself in Charlotte's arms, and Charlotte looks at Big with a look of DEATH in her eyes and tells him to GET AWAY, and I almost burst into tears at that moment because she was so protective of Carrie, and then she did her stupid perky bouncy run-walk back to the other side of the car, and it ALMOST ruined the scene for me, but not quite, because she was so uncharacteristcally FIERCE in that moment? I have to say, I STILL loved that dress.

Amy: Shaaaaannnnnnnnan. I was trying not to bring up the part where she was protective of her and yelled at Big because I DID cry at that part. I sort of bawled a little, in fact. In my defense, I cry at everything anyway AND I just got the menses earlier tonight thereby explaining why I cried through most of this movie for no good reason. It also explains why I was uber cranky today and wanted to punch a co-worker in the lungs at one point. I conclude my case, Your Honor.
Pink Dress: It's all about mixing with the belt and the shooties. Love.

Black and White Dress: Quite possibly my fave thing in the movie. That print made me angry at how much I loved it. The fact that her earrings were the same shape? Shut up.
Shan: I am surprised, and yet not surprised that this is our collective favorite in the movie. I was pleased to see that they FINALLY gave Miranda a wardrobe to rival everyone else's. I think she wins the prize for Most Improved. And the fact that her earrings were ALL killer KILLED me. Here is another pic for your eyeball region.

Vesty Goodness: Who's the cutest little outfit? Who is it? Who's a cutie? You are.
Shan: I have to say this is one of my least favorite outfits in the movie. I love a good menswear inspired look, but not this one. Don't hate me because I'm disagreeable.
Amy: Oh, Shan, don't be silly - that's not why I hate you.

Shan: Amy - I am shocked - SHOCKED - that you din't review this outfit. It is so vintagey Amy fabulous. The little green dress, the fab-you-lous little jacket...those shoes that I will just DIE if I don't get, and THE EIFFEL TOWER PURSE???? For reals?! Did I spell Eiffel correctly? Thank you interwebs - I did.
Amy: Shan, I really did love this and it was one of my faves. To be honest, I just stopped Googling for pictures so I could get some other things done. Thank you!

Shan: Giant flower on chestical region dress? Yes, please.
Shan: Patricia Fields on HSN knock-off for $55.90? HELLS yes. I swear I would wear that bad-boy just lounging around the house with The Trips for $55.90.

Ames: And, how did I not know she had a line on Home Shopping Network? Oh yeah, because I don't watch HSN. Okay, so maybe some of us have been guilty of getting sucked into something they're selling for a few minutes before we realize "Dude, I am watching HSN. Is anyone looking?" I also know you can find surprising interesting things on there but, I'm sorry, calling yourself "HSN" doesn't fool us. We still think of you as the channel that Lois from Little Rock calls into at 1am to chat with her "friend" the host. That part makes me sad.

Where was I? Patricia Fields + HSN = what? PatriciaFieldsHSN, if you want to get technical and all "mathy" on me. But really, let's just stick with these two for starters:

Admittedly, a lot of the collection is skeery, but I'm thinking this little faux fur number is just crazy enough to be the hit of the party and the sequin jacket (comes in black) is too kool for skool. Sequin jacket. White slouchy tank top. Jeans. Layered necklaces. Yum.

Shan: Okay, I had. No. Idea Miz. Fields (not to be corn-fused with Mrs. Fields, or Mrs. Paul's for that matter...) had a line on HSN. Posted one of my faves above, and in light of my love of sequins, I cannot help but post this bad boy:

Hello, three-quarter length sleeves that are my favorite part of zee dress. This whole thing is so "Anything Goes" in Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom that I can't help but love it.

Shan: Can we just observe a moment of silence for this dress? Vivienne Westwood? Check. Oh so softly mocha-ish tint to the fabric? Check. Vintage feather pin on the bust? Check. Amy knows that I have The Love That Dares Not Speak Its Name for feathers - even more so than seqins (I SWEAR I was not a Vegas showgirl in a former life...) She knows that I was obsessed with having feathers in my wedding bouquets, and feathers on my wedding shoes, so the fact that SJP wore a FRIGGIN BIRD IN HER HAIR with that dress????? Well, I about passed out from the fabulousity. The only thing I didn't love in the wedding dress scenes was her dark red lipstick. I know they were going for a classic beauty makeup look there, but SJP is just not a classic beauty, and my personal, humble opinion is that a soft shimmery lipstick would have looked better on her (but then probably not right with the dress, huh?).

We hope you have enjoyed this edition of Fashion Icon Friday, and Miz. Fields, if you are ever googling yourself and come across this post, and have any old garments lying about that you wish to get rid of, just drop us a line here at Merci Blah Blah. We'd be HAPPY to take them off your hands. MAD love, Patty!!