Tuesday, October 6, 2009

Restaurant Review: McCormick and Schmick's

Last Friday the BF and I got together with another couple and went to McCormick and Schmick's in downtown Minneapolis. Never having been there before, I thought it would be fun to do a review. Although, I'm not sure how much "fun" the review will be.

First of all we had TERRIBLE service. Our waiter stopped by our table right after we sat down and asked if we were ready to order (we weren't) and so we asked him to stop by a few minutes later. We interrupted our polite pre-dinner conversation to hastily look over our menus, which honestly disappointed me as well, and then he didn't return to take our order for at least 15 minutes.

Finally when he returned (with our drinks) he still had yet to bring us any bread- we had to ask three times for before finally receiving a basket.

Once the food came it was a lovely dinner (I had delicious crab cakes), but then he forgot to bring another glass of wine for my friend. And then charged her for it on the bill.

Friday night was truly a testament to how bad service can ruin a meal at an upscale restaurant with fun company. Everything I had heard about M&C's pointed to great time, so it's sad the waiter ruined our excitement. Part of me thinks I should give it a second chance, the other half thinks I should take my $50 elsewhere. Anyone else have good or bad experiences there?

P.S. I did sneak away to the bathrooms after the meal. Small, but clean and private. B+ :)

Thursday, October 1, 2009

Hiatus = Over

Alright, to the two of you that are still reading (if there ever even were two of you) I apologize. The end of summer got a little crazy, followed by an even crazier start of fall. Not anything worth noting, just life (you know, that thing outside of the internet. Crazy I know.).

But I am back, the hiatus is over, and I am going to try my darndest to post every day (or at least regularly). So PLEASE add me back to your daily blog-reading routine. I hope not to disappoint.

Today's post is short (I have to ease myself back into this y'all), but I did want to mention one thing:

The easiest way to ruin an outfit? Wearing a ponytail holder on your wrist.

Seriously girls, I have seen some adorable outfits absolutely destroyed these last few weeks. I know it's handy to be able to put up your hair at a moments notice, but please, use a pocket or a purse to keep your hair ties. They are not bracelets, are not chic, and are definitely not classy. FYI.

Wednesday, August 5, 2009

My PGA 2009 Wardrobe

As alluded to on Twitter and in a previous blog, next week I will attend the PGA Championship golf tournament at Hazeltine in Chaska. I golf a little bit (BF bought me my own clubs for my birthday!), but I have never been to a golf tournament. I bought tickets almost a year ago to give to BF as an anniversary present because I know how much he adores golf (another testament to my superior girlfriend abilities), and now I’m very excited to go! Only one small problem: Attire. I asked BF what he thought I should wear, to which he replied, “I don’t know, whatever you wear to go golfing.” Helpful.

While I do golf, some, I haven’t quite reached the level where I will spend money on golf shirts or shorts. Normally, when I go golfing, I wear some version of a t-shirt and khaki pants (or even… gasp… jeans), which is definitely not something I want to be wearing when I take my picture with Tiger Woods (Oh yes, that is my mission).

So this week I have been on the hunt for the perfect golf outfits. I needed to find something cute for Monday- the first practice round- where picture-taking and autograph-getting is allowed, and then something sophisticated and classy for Sunday- the final day of the Championship round- where no pictures or autographs, or even CELL PHONES, are ok. Sunday is also a good day to look pristine, as out of the two days BF and I are going it is the one that we are most likely to run into people we know, such as co-workers, bosses, business associates, or networking contacts.

I thought, two days, not so bad. I’ve shopped for full weeks of events before with no problem. Little did I know, “Golf” has a very particular look, with added restrictions of no heels (not only will they stick in the grass, they also make it hard to chase Tiger down the 15th fairway waving a camera, he, he), no flip-flops (My feetsies need some support for the long walks), layers necessary for this most unusual Minnesota summer, and lightweight/portable (once again, a hefty handbag won’t help me get my hands on Mr. Woods). After two days of scouring, buying, returning, and speeding down Highway 100 to get the last one of the perfect cross-body bag, I’m exhausted. May I now present, my wardrobe for the 2009 PGA Championship.

Monday:

I picked up this beauty of a dress at Banana Republic. I decided in order to only have to buy one set of accessories; my color theme for the week would be navy. This fit the bill to a T. Lightweight, with the ability to keep me warm while still letting air flow, and most importantly, totally chic and classic. Tiger Woods will be asking ME to take a picture with him.


Sunday:

This was the real trick. How do you look sophisticated while maintaining a summery, flowy, classy look that will let you move? How do you look sophisticated without wearing heels?!

I was lucky to run across this picture of a style idol of mine, Olivia Palermo, for inspiration. Here she is shooting for The City:


I immediately adored the Topshop cardigan, and then decided I might as well re-create the whole look. I already have the Ray-Ban sunnies (a classic I would have worn anyway), but it was up to me to find the shirt, necktie, and shorts. Luckily, Topshop still had the cardigan in my size.

While in Banana, I took a look at some of their white dress t-shirts. They had a few promising options, but all of the women’s shirts were so heavily pleated around the chest and waist that I couldn’t achieve the flowy look Olivia’s blouse has. The whole time I was in the dressing room I was wishing they could just make women’s shirts like men’s, with no pleating or fittings. Then I had an epiphany: Banana Republic sells men’s shirts too! I headed over to the men’s side, and found the perfect white dress tee. Sure the salespeople gave me some weird looks, but it was worth it.

The navy shorts were the hardest to find. No one seemed to have any, until finally, on a whim, I headed into Old Navy- a store I haven’t shopped at in 10 years. Good thing too, these are perfect:

A quick search on Etsy discovered the perfect navy necktie, made by NadineNewYork:
Accessories:

As I said before, I wanted to wear the same shoes/purse both days. I also wanted to create an interesting twist on each outfit, so I decided on red accessories! A pop or two of red is so on trend right now. Here is what I came up with:

I knew this cross-body bag from Dooney was perfect the moment I saw it. Big enough to carry a camera, cell phone, and other essentials for Monday, but not so big I will look like an idiot carrying a huge tote with nothing in it Sunday. Also, cross-body means I don’t have to “carry” it all day.
Loafers by Franco Sarto. On sale. Keep my feet from getting dirty. Have an arch for some support. Perfect.


What does everyone think? Is anyone else going to the tournament? If so, what are you wearing? And if you are, maybe you will spot me! (Hopefully in the clubhouse sitting next to Tiger ☺ )

Annie Leibovitz Shoots Mad Men

Today Vanity Fair put their September issue feature of Mad Men online, along with a fabulous photo shoot by Annie Leibovitz.

The shots, taken in the Bahamas, show a beach-ier side of Don and Betty, but that doesn't make them any more casual, relaxed, or less intense. I am fascinated by the sets and styling because of the way the hard, fast-paced, dramatic life of the Drapers in NYC transfers to such a calm, serene setting. I think it does a good job of encapsulating the show- a perfect, lovely exterior, but steely and cold as ice on the inside. Check it out, along with a fabulous piece by Bruce Handy, here.

As a side note, I can't wait for the Season 3 premiere on August 16! Hopefully the PGA Championship will end soon enough for me to hurry home and catch it!

Monday, July 27, 2009

Sometimes I Miss My Roommates (But Not Much)

Last night was an unexpected really fun night. After doing laundry all day, BF and I decided to go grab dinner at Bar Abilene in Uptown. While walking to the restaurant, we spotted one of BF’s good friends and co-workers out on his balcony, less than a block from Abilene. BF called him just to say we saw him, but then he invited us up to cook dinner with him and his girlfriend, as well as watch some HBO. We agreed.

After an extensive (and expensive) shopping trip to Lunds, and a stop by Rainbow to grab a special stir-fry bowl, we were ready to cook. I was in charge of peeling the carrots, which proved to be harder than I thought minus a peeler. A glass of wine and some sautéing later, we were enjoying really tasty home cooked stir fry, followed by brownies and ice cream.

Midway through the meal, both of BF’s friend’s roommate showed up, also friends of ours. While they didn’t eat, we all chilled on the couches and watched Entourage. Almost like a little family. And a nice break from the usual raucous drunk times we normally have with this group of friends. It almost made me miss my roommates, almost.

Thursday, July 23, 2009

In Need of a Pick-Me-Up

Today I'm feeling a little frustrated and depressed, so for some fun and chill-time I surfed around on the Tiffany's website. It felt very Audrey Hepburn (except it was lunch, and online), and the movie really is correct- Tiffany's will always make you feel better.

I am loving the new key pendant collection and want to pick one out. However, Tiffany's is always better served as a gift, so maybe I will just drop a few hints to BF. Our two-year-anniversary is on its way. Pray to God he doesn't try to turn it into some cheesy "key to my heart" present. Gag me.

And of course, I played around with the engagement rings. Someday, one of those babies will be mine! (Preferably a 1.5 carat, princess cut set in platinum baby.)

Wednesday, July 22, 2009

I'm Trapped

I promise not to become one of those bloggers that spends all their time posting pictures of handmade goods- but it's true, I have fallen for Etsy.com.

I've known about the site for some time, and visited here and there for a quick look, but yesterday I fell in. I decided to see if anyone had any quality black leather totes (not much luck), which led to three hours looking at headbands, two hours looking at necklaces, and another hour perusing the vintage section. Here are just a few of my favorites:

Vintage Dictionary Glass Pendant Party Girl Necklace by robbiejenkins, $10

The Juliet by BelleChevelure, $20

Creamy Flowering Locket by Peaches4me, $22

Vintage Tiffany and Co. Sterling Silver Compact by Jenstar68, $65

Black Tie affair necklace by JustLive, $15


Sailors Knot Headband by mireillemanuel, $22

I haven't committed to purchasing anything yet, but I'm close. Does anyone else have the Etsy bug? How do you escape it!?

Monday, July 20, 2009

Appreciating The 'Burbs

As alluded to in my tweet from yesterday, I spent all of yesterday afternoon on Lake Minnetonka with BF and friends (and yes, more than one person felt the need to yell "We're on a BOAT!").

Although I grew up in the suburbs, since my move downtown I have developed a sort of irrational fear of them. It just seems there are too many cheery people, too many children, and most of all, too much space. Reverse-claustrophobia? Maybe.

But, for all my fears, I will always brave the 'burbs for an afternoon on the lake. To this day, after all my travels (even including my day spent on Lake Como in Northern Italy) I still believe Lake Minnetonka is the prettiest place on the planet. When BF's friend offered to take us out on his cruiser, we packed our bag and dug out our swimsuits, no questions asked.

The day was perfect (despite the dreary Fri/Sat) and so we spent a few hours on the lake drifting, then headed over to Maynard's for apps and drinks. Apps are not quite in my diet, but I tried a few chicken strips. My body actually sort of revolted against them... I'm thinking this is a good sign. As much as the fruit and veggies are exactly satisfying, at least my body knows that's what it's getting, and is getting used to it.

After Maynard's it was back to Wayzata Bay, then back downtown for BF and I. While I was glad to see the skyline of my beloved city, I must praise the 'burbs for offering up an excellent afternoon.

Friday, July 17, 2009

No Food For Me

Ok, so not really. I am still eating. But I might as well not be.

Last night I was laying on the couch, watching TV, and suddenly I noticed my skin was pudging out in new places. This worried me enough to step on the scale… bad idea.

So now I’m on a diet. I want to lose at least 10 to 15 pounds, maybe even 20 for that little extra insurance cushion. While I’m no nutritionist, or even all that knowledgeable about how to diet, here is my plan:

Fruits, veggies and chicken. For as long as it takes.

This means until I lose the weight, I will be eating a piece of fruit for breakfast, a piece of fruit or a salad for lunch, and a salad with some chicken or just chicken for dinner. Also, I will drink lots of water (and maybe the occasional diet pop), and take daily vitamins to make sure I keep getting the nutrients I am missing out on with my limited diet.

I came to my conclusion because I know fruits and veggies are healthy and not fattening (some of them, like apples, even help you lose weight!). Also, I know I need some protein, so I threw in the chicken because I feel like it’s the best option. Maybe, at the point I get really tired of chicken, I can throw in the occasional turkey or fish.

Does this seem like an idea that will work? Does anyone have any good tips or suggestions? Let me know!

P.S. Sorry to any readers who might have been confused, the sale going on today that I mentioned in my "Decisions, Decisions" post is NOT at GH2, but their original and feeder store Grethen House (also more expensive). This doesn't really change my plans, but it might change yours! Sorry for the confusion!

Thursday, July 16, 2009

The Fake Debate

For a long time, I thought knock-off designer handbags, clothing, shoes, and accessories were not only morally ok, but also a great way for me to look chic and sophisticated. How wrong I was.

While there are a range of views on the issue of fake designer-wear, I am firm in my belief that knock offs may make you look chic (to the untrained eye who can’t spot a fake in seconds), but there is nothing sophisticated with supporting the plagiarism of countless hours of work and creative energy high class designers put into their collections.

As a writer, I would be horrified if I saw a story I wrote re-printed, either completely or partially, under someone else’s name. And this is for work I maybe spend 10 hours on, at most. Obviously, my horror can’t compare to a designer’s upon seeing their work knocked off, when their product took hundreds of people weeks to make.

The cheap street vendors in New York and the purse parties are bad enough, but what makes me cringe is when reputable stores and designers with the ability to be original decide to take the easy way out and copy.

For instance, this morning, Laura Nelli of Nelle Handbags, a seriously fabulous local handbag and accessories line, tweeted how one bag (and possibly belts) in the new line by Jaye Hersh for Target were ripped off from other designers. For instance, the snakeskin bag:

Jaye Hersh Hollywood Intuition for Target Faux Snakeskin Tote
(From StarTribune.com)
"Jenna" Beirn Handbag


You can decide for yourself, but while not an exact replica, it’s close enough that Laura tweeted that Beirn lawyers are addressing the situation.

This has happened before with Target, and while I love my hometown’s local retailer it upsets me that a large store with so many resources allows knock-offs on their shelves. Another example is Steve Madden, who can produce some beautiful original designs, but also takes “inspiration” from designers for a lot of his shoes.

Another reason I find knock-offs worthless is because they are so easy to spot. Just a few weeks ago, I saw a girl walking downtown with a “Chanel” handbag. Too bad for her, the C’s were stamped on and the leather was visibly fraying. Obviously not Chanel. If you can’t fool people with it, why buy it?

While I wish I could afford a Chanel bag right now, I would rather wait and save my money than blow it on a knock-off. They say imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, but when it comes to ripping off designers, I can find other ways to appreciate their work.

What does everyone else think? Do you buy fake? Why?

Wednesday, July 15, 2009

Decisions, Decisions

I received a paycheck today (momentary break for a WHOHOO), but as fun as it is too see my account balance go up a large amount with one entry, now the hard part begins. What do I do with it?

With a steady income this summer and not many steady bills (the joys of being young and living cheap), I really want to focus on spending my money smartly and planning how to use it rather than just heading to the mall and blowing it every payday. Although that can be fun. Can I plan one paycheck for that? Hmm.

So, here are the options for this bi-weekly cash inflow. I think I know how it will go, but if you have any opinions, comment away!

Option #1: Beauty Products
If you haven't surmised from earlier posts, my skin and I are in a constant war against each other. This not only means I need make-up (lots), but I also need very specific kinds of make-up that won't cause a revolution of my pores. For many years I used Benefit products, but then seemingly overnight their concealers and foundations were so oily they might as well have been mixed with gasoline. Since changing, I have gone back to Clinique (from the early days when the most Mom would let me wear was a bit of peachy blush), to grocery store brands, to the latest- M.A.C. I know how everyone raves about M.A.C., but personally, I'm not liking it. It is very cakey, which is fine for nights out on the town, but sort of odd for mornings in the office. For my next round, which I am going to need sooner than later, I'm kicking it up a notch. Here's what I'm looking at:

Chanel Base Lumiere, $42

Chanel Brillance Pur, $45

Chanel Poudre Cristalline, $60

Chanel Correcteur Perfection, $40
Nars Blush in Orgasm, $25

Chanel Le Sourcil De Chanel, $65

Chanel Les 4 Ombres De Chanel, $56
Chanel Le Crayon Kohl, $27


Obviously, I would never get it all at once. But if I could have any make-up bag, that would be it.

Option #2:

Spa day. Or at least a spa half day. I could use a massage and maybe a facial or a mani/pedi, so I'm thinking about making an appointment(s) with my girls over at the Minneapolis LifeSpa. A 60 minute massage along with either a facial or a mani/pedi would probably run me around $200.

Option #3:

Haircut/Dye. I'm going to need a haircut soon, and have been thinking about having my color vamped up again for a while now, so this is a possibility. However, I really want to look fresh for fall, so I might just wait a month on this and have it done then. Cut and color will cost about the same as a spa day, $200.

Option #4:

Save it until Friday and head to GH2's 70 percent off sale! With my check, I should be able to pick up a few pieces, and anything at GH2 is fabulous.

The Decision: I think I shall wait until Friday and head over to GH2. I will check out the sale, see how many things I can't live without and then with (if) any leftover money I will head to the Nordstrom beauty counter for the essentials (foundation, eye shadow and maybe blush). Unfortunately, pampering (spa day and hair care) will have to wait for the end of the month.

Thoughts?

Tuesday, July 14, 2009

How I Could Be Dying and Not Even Know It

That might be a bit dramatic, but I have learned over the past three weeks how true it is. At the start of summer, I realized I've been behind on doctor's appointments, and a few annoying problems I have been having both with my skin and a general bloated feeling finally pushed me to make appointments.

After the first visit to a family doctor about my inflated feelings, I walked out terrified. He became very concerned about my "condition" and even had me make an appointment for an expensive CAT scan, in case blood tests came back indicating I might have swollen organs. Seriously.

So for five days I waited, and waited, and waited some more to hear back about my blood tests. I went in on a Friday, so I understood when I didn't hear anything over the weekend, but by Wednesday I was getting impatient (rightfully so!) and my scan was coming up in two days. Finally, I gave in and called them. Left a message. Then, on Friday, when I wasn't sure what to do about the CAT scan, I got a call back indicating everything was fine, they had no clue what was wrong with me, but I shouldn't worry about it. Really? After all that? And I shouldn't worry about it? Ok. Fine.

Moving on to appointment #2. I was put on an antibiotic to help my acne, and after taking it for a few days I didn't notice any difference except I was dizzy all the time. I thought the medication might have been the cause, but I didn't want to stop taking it and decided to see if it would pass. Three days later, on my back on the couch for 48 hours straight, I decided no one would even get to see my clear skin if I didn't get better. I went off the meds, and immediately returned to my happy-go-lucky Minneapolite ways. I prayed it was just a fluke, and tried them again later that week, but three days later my head was spinning and I gave up. I called the doctor about new medication last week, and just finally heard back today. While not as serious as Doctor #1, it still annoys me that I am sick and not even a doctor will help me! Not even when they and their stupid tests/medications are the cause of my pain and suffering! Ugh.

So now, a new perscription. I'm almost scared to go pick it up. Who knows what will happen to me (or how long it will take a doctor to get back to me when it does!)

Monday, July 13, 2009

Monday Lustings

A long weekend has given way to an even longer Monday, so to pass the time I have been ogling designer sites, lusting after the buttery leather handbags, sky-high heels, and chic accessories. Here is a small sampling of what I've been dreaming about today:

Tory Burch Bombe T Tote, ToryBurch.com, $495


MICHAEL Michael Kors Beverly Satchel, MichaelKors.com, $398


Valentino Nuage Bow Tote, Bergdorf Goodmans, $995
Marc Jacobs "Stam", Bluefly.com, $920
MICHAEL Michael Kors Wainscott Satchel, MichaelKors.com, $398
Marc by Marc Jacobs Large Satchel, Net-A-Porter, $548

Christian Louboutin Lady Page Velvet-Bow Pump, Neiman Marcus, $995



Marc by Marc Jacobs Baby Groovee, Net-A-Porter, $348

Manolo Blahnik Cap Toe Booties, Neiman Marcus, $895
Ray Ban Wayfarers, Net-A-Porter, $140

And that shall conclude the handbag, shoe, and sunglasses porn for the day. I personally will probably pick up the Wayfarers, but as for that $995 Valentino...it might have to wait for another day, another (bigger) paycheck.

Friday, July 10, 2009

Le Rêve

Last night I dreamed in French. While I adore l'français, I have struggled with the language for many years and was shocked upon waking to realize I not only spoke decently in my dream myself, but also understood what my dream cohorts (who were French and speaking very eloquently and quickly) were saying.

I have taken French both in l'école and studied it on my own for the past 8 years. I finally stopped classes during my freshman year of college because past the requirements for language the classes get very difficult and time consuming, especially for someone who isn't getting a degree. Even still, I struggled with giving it up because I felt that after so much study I should have more to show for it than a small vocabulary and almost no ability to coherently speak (reading I can do).

But last night, I was mingling and discussing far beyond any skills I have in real life. And I think I was actually speaking the language, not just a made up dream version that was real in only my head. Maybe my dream skills will translate into waking life. Lucky for me, I can try out my ability this weekend at Bastille Day!

Is anyone else attending? If you see a girl struggling to be chic and telling everyone, "But this worked in my dreams," then my cover might be blown.

Wednesday, July 8, 2009

STYLEDLIFE Throws Party That's Well...Stylish

Tonight I was lucky enough to be invited to STYLEDLIFE's Vintage Glam Private Sale. Although I am on shopping hiatus after my Cliche spree this weekend, I stopped by to say hello to the fabulous owner/founder Kevin (who was rocking an awesome pair of 1970's (my guess) shoes!), sip on champagne, and eat. What can I say, free cheese and crackers, I'm there.

Not to mention the LOADS of fabulous vintage accessories. Kevin and his team scour the nation all year long for the pieces, so you know it's got to be good. I loved a blue and red scarf, made in Paris, but my still-pained check card just wouldn't let me swipe it. Oh well.

The sale continues through the end of July, so stop in if you weren't able to score an invite. I might have to make another trip, when my wallet has been replenished. :)

Tuesday, July 7, 2009

A Congressional Encounter

In honor today of Minnesota's second Senator (finally), I have decided to recount (pun intended) my first and only meeting with the junior Senator Franken. While brief, it was memorable.

Last summer, while working for a small rural newspaper, I was asked to sit in on an interview with the then-plain-Mr. Franken and take pictures. He was stopping through for some reason or another, and offered to talk with us. My editor thought it would be fun for me to sit in and listen, and also take some of the pressure off the reporter writing the story by letting her focus on her questions and note-taking while I snapped away candid shots (or as candid as you can be in a conference room). I was excited to get to meet him and sit in on what would no doubt be an interesting conversation.

As a disclaimer, the following impressions come from a purely journalistic and professional perspective, not a political or personal one. The reason I say that is because the whole experience was terribly strange.

First, I introduced myself and informed him and his handler I would be taking pictures while he was answering questions. He said that was fine, and then mispronounced my name. My name is two syllables, fairly common, not hard to pronounce, so I was a little taken aback. I corrected him, so he apologized, again mispronouncing my name. I was going to let it go, but the look of shock on my face (I promise, no one has ever mispronounced my name, first or last) led his handler to pronounce my name to him again. He looked at her, questioned my name, getting it wrong again, and then finally, after another correction from the handler, got it right. Well. Now that we've got the names down, let's start the interview.

To give him some credit, he was a very interesting person. When the reporter could get him off the subject of badgering Norm (we didn't want to have to call the Coleman camp for a response on this piece), he had some insightful thoughts and clearly laid out his plans for office. When it came to picture-taking, well, that was more of a task. The first picture he stopped what he was saying to look directly at the camera and smile. I excused it, and politley told him I was taking candid shots and he should pretend like I wasn't there. In the end, the first picture was the only decent one I could get. The camera must have made him very uncomfortable, because with every click he shifted in his chair and got a disturbed look on his face. Even kind of creepy.

Finally, the interview was over. The reporter and I showed him out of the office, and while walking to the door Mr. Franken proceeded to put his arm around me in a sort of "half-hug" that I was shocked to receive. It was very uncomfortable, even the reporter did a double-take. Maybe he was trying to apologize, maybe he thought a hug would get him a vote, but either way, it lacked professionalism and created an awkward situation. Thankfully, he soon walked out the door.

And so, although I didn't know it at the time, that was my first, only, and probably last encounter with the former-comic-turned-Senator. Short, but not so sweet.

Monday, July 6, 2009

I'm Back

After last week's hiatus, Minneapolite has returned! You know you missed me :)

Sorry for the break, but some new medication my dermatologist has me on caused some unforeseeable side-effects, mainly me being unable to move from the couch for the better part of last week. Between that and the holiday, not much time for blog-posting.

But, just barely enough time for shopping. I was able to make it out for Cliche's annual summer sale, and I was glad I did! Even though it was extended to Sunday, there was no way you were getting anything good if you showed up late. I arrived fashionably on time (i.e. 11:30 a.m.) and already the wait for a dressing room was 20 minutes long. Add another 15 minutes when I went over the 10-item limit and had to wait again (infuriating), and I spent more time waiting than shopping.

Even still, it was worth it. I picked up five new dresses and a skirt, and supported a few local designers (my favorite dress of the day was made by the fabulous Emily Weich). Maybe you'll catch me sporting them around town this week. I have lots of catching up to do after being out of commission.

Friday, June 26, 2009

Countdown to September 13

As much as I love Target, I have never been able to shop their clothing section (I know, I'm a terrible Minneapolite), that is, until now.

The lookbook for Anna Sui's Gossip-Girl inspired line for Target (available September 13) leaked this morning on NewYorkMag.com, and I was shocked.

I have always approached the high-end designer for low (low)-end price lines for Target with mixed feelings. I almost bought a bag from the Hayden-Harnett line, but my dilly-dallying about whether or not I wanted to buy a bag that not only everyone else would have, but that even those that didn't would know was PVC, left me with almost no selection. I'm glad Target (and the designers) are willing to offer the masses access to labels, but to me, most of the luster of wearing a designer dress is lost when everyone else is too. I will pay $300 plus for a dress because I know it will be the only one for miles around my closet.

But for this line, I don't care. I want them all. Yes. All. Or at least all of the Blair ones, and maybe even a Jenny and Serena. Vanessa has never been my style, so I won't pass judgment.

My favs are #'s 3, 5, 8, 17. Take a look at the slideshow, and let me know what yours are in the comments!

P.S. If you like them, you better be waiting in line, because for Target prices I might just buy every single one off the rack to ensure exclusivity. I think Blair would approve.

Thursday, June 25, 2009

Where were you?

I was sitting at Happy Hour at Brits. I was in a bar when I heard the King of Pop died. And good thing too. The death of Michael Jackson deserved a toast (or five).

The regularly planned schedule of this blog was supposed to be a recounting of the HH with some fun new friends, but really the only thing that comes to mind about my night is thinking how weird it is that Michael Jackson doesn't exist in the same world I do anymore.

It's not that he had a huge effect on my life, or that I listened to his music everyday, or that I even really respected him all that much (the child abuse turns me off).

But, I will never forget my high school marching band's rendition of Thriller, out on the football field, and even the tubas were dancing along.

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Admit it...You Know You Watched It

I can admit it: I watched NYC Prep last night. And you know you did too. (To save myself some dignity, I watched the 11 p.m. replay, not the first 9 p.m. showing.)

I read the reviews that said while the show was good, it was good in the “Oh wow… these kids are so ridiculous you just have to laugh so you don’t cry” way. And well… they were right.

Here’s my personal thoughts on each character (along with what Gossip Girl character they are imitating, because we all know this is Bravo’s GG rip-off):

Jessie: One part Serena’s hair, two parts Blair’s attitude, and one part Little J’s lust for fashion. Out of all the characters, I felt like she had the most reason to be on a the show. A senior with some level of maturity, she is trying to further herself from the high school scene and has some realization that the world doesn’t revolve around her AmEX Black (she even admits self-loathingly in the season preview that she doesn’t really know how much she spends each month.)

PC: One hundred percent Nate Archibald. He used to date Jessie, but now they are just good friends. Now he’s taking the younger girls under his wing. Only a matter of time before we find out his dad embezzled millions (billions?) and fled the country.

Sebastian: I seem glimmers of a Chuck Bass, and it’s obvious that’s who Bravo wants him to be, but at the core he’s 16 and just trying too hard. A common theme with many of the characters, the whole show he seemed like he was being forced by the producers into a new grown-up world and would rather be at home playing his Xbox and chatting with girls on AIM.

Kelli: Equal parts Blair and Little J. She has the authoritative attitude, but lacks the age to back it up. After Jessie, she seemed the most comfortable in her surroundings, but then again her old surroundings were nothing normal. She lives with her brother, sans parents, on the Upper East Side, and so the dinners out at fancy restaurants and event-going was nothing new to the girl with no one to make her do her homework.

Camille: If there were a sweet character in Gossip Girl, maybe Little J, she would be it. This innocent junior is focused on getting into Harvard, running a company, and having two girls and a husband by the time she’s 40 (talk about a 20 year plan). However, she was also the girl who was trying way too hard the whole time. “What Hampton do you have a house in?” she asked PC right after being introduced. Le sigh. She should know… PC has two houses in two different Hamptons.

Taylor: This poor girl is another Little J imitation. Grew up in a public school on the Upper West Side, has a mom who actually cares about her and what she does (gasp), and is trying desperately to break in to the Prep School Elite. As a fellow girl trying to break into a new social scene, I empathize with her, but unlike other newbies, Taylor defines “social climber.” Instead of falling into the scene through a connection, Taylor seems to be inserting herself into the Upper East Side for no real reason at all. Much like Sebastian, she gives off the vibe in most of her scenes that she would rather be downtown watching TiVo than Uptown hoping one of her “friends” will pick up her dinner tab for her.

Overall, a few other things annoyed me about the show:

- The BlackBerries going off every five minutes. This made it seem like the producers were trying too hard to prove to the audience these kids were “somebodies.” Yes, we know they are NYC prepsters with tons of connections and money, stop trying to prove it with annoying ring tones in every scene.

- Sebastian constantly saying in every interview how he is “too young for just one girl” and “Why have a relationship when you can hook up with lots of different girls?” Another instance of the producers trying too hard to characterize the cast.

- The idea that all of these kids have fake I.D.s and get away with it. Taylor is 15, and there is no bouncer in NYC that would ever mistake her for 21. Camille? PC was right when he asked them if she was 12 years old. If the producers are going to arrange for them to get into clubs for the sake of TV, fine, but don’t try to fool us.

So…what did you guys think of NYC Prep? Will you watch it again? Pour moi, I might partake in one more episode (or them all). Everyone needs a guilty pleasure.

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

I'm a Twin Cities Scenester!

Just a quick note today... but everyone should check out my post on Glamorama's announcement that Ne-Yo will be performing at TwinCityScene.com!

I am going to try to do regular posts for TCS on events, fashion and other things social, so be sure to look for me there.

I am also hoping to direct some traffic to this blog through them as well, so if you found me through TCS, welcome!

Monday, June 22, 2009

A Socialite's Weekend...Or Not

This weekend looked good for stepping out in the social-lite, but the best laid plans...

Thursday had me hopeful after the Vita.MN poolside show. My fashion-show buddy and I were a bit shocked at the sheer number of people (we expected a more intimate setting) but we took our row two seats at the end of the runway and tried to stay away from the masses, and the girl who backstabbed me in college standing (yes, HA!, standing) less than five feet away the whole show (except for when she and her friend tried to take two front row seats that were quickly claimed by people who actually paid for them.)

I adored so many of the looks they showed, it is going to be hard to narrow it down to just a few, but here are my favorites (all pictures taken by Alex Uncapher and provided by Vita.MN):

See what I mean? Masses of people.

The cover look. Love the pink top.

Absolutely Audrey.

So socialite.

Emily Weich design. I'm heading to Cliche this week to pick it up!
Perfect summer work attire.
Loving this Max Lorbach.

The teal and navy color combination was my favorite of the night!


I would have loved to stay for the after-party, but with a dermatologist appointment at 8 a.m., I wanted to keep my skin as fresh and non-boozy as possible.

Friday I had planned to spend the day with my mom, but some current family drama changed my plans, and so the BF and I spent the evening shopping for Father’s Day presents and dining with friends. Another early night for an early morning of…

Car shopping. Yes, that’s right. I spent my Saturday dealing with skeezy car salesman for my BF. Another greatest girlfriend ever award goes to Minneapolite. We test drove six cars at four different dealerships, and found a few that we liked. My favorite was the Acura TL, but BF didn’t see the point of spending extra money for useless toys (see how much I have to teach him?). He didn’t buy anything, so this week I am searching online for a TL with a few less bells and whistles and a better price.

Saturday night I was hoping to convince BF the Symphony Ball was the way to go, but nu uh, we were headed to the Hennepin County Fair and the demolition derby. Socialite ranking just plummeted. Although I spent most of the evening trying to cover my face (both from being seen and the mud flying everywhere), I did enjoy the crunching sounds of cars crashing just a bit. But not much. We also had a classic romantic moment when we took our post-derby Ferris Wheel ride and the fireworks started just as we reached the top. Cue the “ahhh”s and the sappy music.

Sunday was Father’s Day, and I spent the day with BF’s family watching the Open and eating hamburgers.

So the socialite ranking this weekend was low…but I still had (some) fun. There is always next weekend.

Thursday, June 18, 2009

You Look New

Yesterday I promised a review of the production of “Singin’ In the Rain” I attended last night. While the play was wonderful and worthy of praise, my experiences with my fellow theater-goers inspired today’s post on a completely different topic: People who have no manners.

To give the people who sat around me last night the benefit of the doubt, it may have been their first time in a theater (or at least, I hope it was). I recognize that many people may not have had the opportunity to grow up going to plays and musicals, and therefore might not know what to wear, how to conduct themselves, etc. However… the rudeness of some of the people who sat near me last night was disgraceful, and in my humble opinion, completely out of line for even the most ignorant person.

I’ll start with the more petty things that probably only annoy me, and then work my way up.

BF and I almost arrived late to the show, and the curtain rose less than a minute after we took our seats. Just enough time to scope out the dress of those around me. Part of me wishes we had arrived two minutes later. The woman next to me wore flip-flops, and we’re not talking cute sandals, we’re talking worn out rubber flip-flops a la Target. I would have forgiven the shoe choice if not for her pick of dress, an ankle length brown rayon shirtdress. The couple on BF’s side was in jeans and nice shirts, not bad, except for the girl had a nice big knee patch on one leg. Finally, a young man sitting behind us was wearing a hoodie, ripped jeans, and tennis shoes, which BF had to politely ask him to take off of the top of his seat before he sat down. Call me snobby, but where do these people think they are? The Ordway isn’t owned by AMC, people.

Once the play began however, the real fun started. During the introduction of characters, a couple two rows in front of us (I later found out they were also wearing jeans and a jersey dress) began catcalling, whooping, and yelling for one character in particular. I assume they knew the actor, but if they did, they should have known better than to interrupt the play with their antics. Once again, Singin’ In the Rain isn’t a Vikings game.

Next, the two women sitting behind me started up. They talked THE WHOLE SHOW. And if they weren’t complaining about how bad their seats were (we were in great seats), they were howling with laughter that I swear people must have heard all the way in Rice Park. I finally glanced back at them with a look that said “please be quiet,” but rather than hush up they just got louder, now complaining about the “tight a** b$%*h sitting in front of them. Lovely.

The incident that took the cake came at intermission. The two chatter-birds behind me came in after BF and I had returned from our drinks, complaining very loudly about the “door Nazi” that wouldn’t let them bring their chocolate cake in the theater. Personally, with as slobby and loud as they were being, I wouldn’t let them have chocolate cake in the first place, much less bring it into the theater where they no doubt would smack their lips and spill crumbs all through the second act. Two seconds after they sat down, a man in a tuxedo walked by carrying some form of an alcoholic drink, and then they really started in.

“Did you see that? He has a drink! Oh My God! Why does he get a drink? We didn’t get our chocolate cake! What is this? Hummph”

Part of me almost turned around to politely tell them that when you dress and act appropriately for your surroundings, you would be surprised at what you can get away with, but I kept it to myself and endured the second act with them now complaining about how they would never come again and be “treated like this.”

Thank god.

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

Why You Should Never Go Shopping Without Your Umbrella

Yesterday morning I forgot to check weather.com, and I paid for it.

I left work to go run some errands a little after 4 p.m. downtown, but rather than go retrieve my car I decided to use public transportation because all of my destinations were located right on convenient bus lines. I skywayed it to my bus stop, and then stayed closely under the awning of the building while I waited. I wasn't too worried-- it was barely drizzling.

Then I got off the bus into a torrential downpour. Running in four inch heels is hard when the sidewalk is dry, and near impossible when you have to run up steps on wet pavement, all the while trying to cover your dry-clean-only ensemble and prevent your phone from getting wet inside your tote. Success was impossible.

I finished one errand and continued on to the next in a less torrential but still downpour rain. By this time I had given up on running, and turned my attention to coverage. Imagine a miserable Minneapolite desperately trying to keep her handbag closed under her arm, hunched over in vain to protect her dress and you have a good mental image of me.

After errand number two I had planned on going shopping at Cliche to pick something up for the Poolside Fashion Show. I knew it was probably a bad idea given the disarray of my hair and makeup, but I forged ahead, promising myself I would only decide on a frock from the neck down.

Although I failed in my promise and depressed myself with every glance in the mirror, I did come away with a lovely piece by Emily Weich! I am so excited to wear it tomorrow night (as long as the show isn't rained out!).

On the dance card for tonight is Singin' In the Rain at the Ordway! I am dragging BF along, and it will be his first live musical (that doesn't involve puppets). As fate would have it, Singin' In the Rain was my first live musical too, many many years ago. It has remained one of my favs and I was ecstatic when I got tickets.

Back tomorrow with a review (of course) and more anticipation of the Poolside Fashion Show (fingers crossed).

In the meantime, what is everyone else's favorite plays or musicals? Any special memories related to the theater? Commentter s'il vous plait!

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

Review: Cliche

Next on my list of authentically Minneapolis (and St. Paul) places to visit was Cliche. I should feel ashamed for never visiting the fabulous boutique until last week, but its inaccessibility by public transportation made that hard until I bought my car this month.

After a few minutes in the shop I realized my error. Cliche is well worth a few transfers and a small walk. At first I was a little flustered at the racks upon racks of clothes, dreading the flick-through that would only reap a few alright pieces. I was amazed when I loved every single piece I saw on rack number one, and continued to find gem upon gem in later racks.

Another concern that was quickly relieved was the quality of the local designer pieces. While I had seen a few lines during MN Fashion Week, I was worried about how they would transfer to ready-to-wear and if they would be quality enough to stay intact for longer than a runway walk. Designers such as Emily Weich and Carmichael Claith immediately stood out to my feminine and whimsical eye, although it was hard to discern them from the many other fabulous pieces I saw.

Not only was the selection plenty and the goods quality, the prices were right! The tags on lovely frocks and tops were much more reasonable than their New York-counterparts (as much as I love them). While last week's trip was strictly research, I am headed back today with my credit card armed and ready.

I hope an adorable pink dress by designer Emily Weich is still available. I am hoping to wear it to the Poolside Fashion Show this Thursday night! Who will I be seeing there and, more importantly, what will you be wearing?

Monday, June 15, 2009

Sunday Disaster

As much as I love BF, he can get me into some pretty miserable and disastrous situations. Take yesterday for example:

I woke up in the late morning to BF poking and prodding me, asking "when are we going to play outside" like the 4-year-old I know he is. I finally woke up enough to agree to go biking, which in retrospect was only achieved because of my hindered, half-asleep mental capacity. Fully awake with all engines running- biking never would have happened.

So after curling my ponytail and cuffing my pants, off we went to BF's parent's house to pick up the bikes. After visiting for a while we threw the bikes in the trailer and headed off to the Luce Line. Despite living within a five mile radius of the trail for most of my life, I have never biked/walked/ran/anything on it, so I was excited and felt like it was a great opportunity to keep with my goal of exploring my city this summer.

A mile or so down the trail we see a sign that tells us we only have three miles to go until we reach Medicine Lake and a turnoff for French Park. While I'm not in great shape, three miles seems easy, so I yell ahead to BF (who is easily surpassing me, that fit jerk) that it would be fun to head to French Park where we can stop and get an ice-cream sandwich before heading back. Leave it to me, even when I'm exercising all I think about is treats.

BF is excited that I am willing to go a bit farther than the original plan of turning around at Medicine Lake, so we speed ahead together- me racing for my ice cream, him just because. (Have I mentioned how much really in-shape people bother me yet?) Finally we make it to Medicine Lake, and even though there is a nagging part of me that knows French Park is still a ways off, we continue on.

ALMOST THREE MILES LATER! We finally make it to French Park. By this point in time I'm not sure if I'm huffing because I am having an asthma attack or a rage attack. So much for a leisurely bike ride along the Luce Line. We stop for ice cream (I was getting my ice cream!), and then get back on the bikes, going around the lake because BF thinks it will be faster than going back the way we came. I suppose it was about the same, very long, length.

We hopped back on the Luce Line about 2 or 3 miles later, and I am so excited. I can see the light at the end of the tunnel, and I am speeding along faster than ever just trying to end this miserable experience. About a mile down the Luce Line, I hear a loud shout from behind me. A quick glance back shows BF stopped and off his bike a ways back, looking down at his pedals. I grudgingly bike back to him, where he tells me his pedal has fallen off his bike. Could this be any more disastrous?

Suffice to say, BF runs with his bike the remaining two and a half miles. Even though he's fit I still felt bad, and at the realization that someone else was in a worse situation than me I stayed faithfully by his side the rest of the ride, pumping him up and making sure he was ok.

We collapse back into his car and start recovering, guzzling the water bottles we left in the car due to a lack of holders on the bikes. Although a miserable experience I don't want to repeat, both of us are fine, minus a really, achingly sore behind pour moi.

Has anyone else ever had a bad exercising experience? I know they are out there...leave 'em in the comments!

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

Via's Vintage Review

One of my goals for this summer is to get out of my mall and department store comfort zone and explore the many independent boutiques and vintage shops around the metro area. I hope to visit one new shop each week, and of course document my travels here!

The first place on my list was Via's Vintage. Not too far away from BF's apartment, I walked over there one afternoon last week and was excited for my first vintage experience.

While the store was quirky and fun to walk into, I was somewhat disappointed in the amount of selection available. For such a big store on the inside, there was a lot of empty space.

I understand however that vintage stores are completely vulnerable to what people choose to bring in and what they can randomly find, so I was willing to forgive a small selection as long as what was there was fabulous.

So, was it fabulous? I will say it had promise. While I didn't find anything to spend my money on, I got a vibe that if I start stopping by every so often I might just happen upon something amazing.

The honest truth: I found a few amazing pieces that I was very excited about, until I realized they were on the wrong size rack and would swallow me whole. For such a small selection, I was disappointed the clothes were so unorganized. The worst feeling a shopper can get is finding something they love and then realizing it was put back in the wrong place and would never fit. Especially in a vintage store where everything is one-of-a-kind, it was disheartening.

This week I am hoping to make my way over to Cliche. I might even stop by tonight to see if I can find something for their fashion show tomorrow!

Monday, June 8, 2009

Review: The Melting Pot

Friday night was double-date night for me, the BF, and one of our best couple friends. We had been trying to get together and go out to MP for awhile and finally secured a reservation downtown last week.

I had always been a mild fan of fondue, gladly accepting when invited to fondue parties or dinners, but have never planned or made my own. BF had never even heard of it before (he needs some grooming, yes), but was excited nonetheless.

After finally figuring out the menu, we opted for the "Big Night Out", a four-course event with cheese, entree, and dessert fondue and a salad.

The food was amazing. Fortunately (or unfortunately), they give you plenty of dippings so you can keep eating and eating. By the end of the entree course, I was stuffed. But not stuffed enough to forgo chocolate, and one s'more-filled fondue pot later I was done. While the food was heaven, it was exhasuting. I had been hoping for a little bar-hopping post meal, but the entire group was ready to turn in after expending all our energy eating.

Oh well. It was worth it.

While fabulous, I'm still not sure it will be a regular occurence. Rarely do I endulge so much, and I don't think my waistline could handle much more than a trip every six months or so. Save it for special occasions.

Oh, and the bathrooms? B- I was hopeful, but upon walking in I saw paper strewn all over the floor, enough so I had to look behind me on the way out. It was saved somewhat though with the nicely presented linen towels for hand-washing and incredible all-over marble decor. At least for now, not a deal-breaker.

Thursday, June 4, 2009

Restaurant Deal Breakers

While not food-savy enough to comment on menus, I still like to consider myself a restaurant critic. Instead of commenting on the latest tasting menu or new addition of Kobe beef (I am ADDICTED to Kobe beef) though, I keep my critiques much more superficial: the bathrooms.

No matter the décor or wonderful plates that land on my table, any meal spent at a restaurant can be ruined if my trip to the lady’s room isn’t satisfactory.

A dirty toilet? I’m never coming back. Toilet paper on the floor? Last time I checked I don’t eat at dive bars. No paper towels so I am forced to wipe my hands on my designer frock or waste 10 minutes under a dryer? My food is getting cold.

But, if a restaurant shows me a nice, spacious, decorated bathroom with well-lit mirrors, linen napkins to dry my hands, and maybe even a couch to wait for my girls on then it is automatically vaulted to my “must-return” list, even if the food is sub-par.

It may sound naïve, but when I’m out at night I need a place where I feel comfortable freshening up before going outside and facing the barrage of men (and women) who only critique my every feature. Standing crammed next to five other women under fluorescent lights that only accentuate the flaws never gives me the self-esteem boost I need.

What do you think? Does anyone else have any weird or unorthodox deal breakers when it comes to venue choice?

Also, be sure to look for my review of the Melting Pot this weekend. I am double-dating there tomorrow night and am very excited. Hopefully the bathrooms are spotless!

Monday, June 1, 2009

A Socialite's Home and Life Lessons for the Week

Last week, while culminating in painful speeches at my younger brother's high school graduation, was mostly filled with the task I hate the most: moving.

Not only was it moving myself (bad enough), but it was moving BF. BF is finally growing up, and when his roommate took a job out-of-state, I finally convinced him he finally decided to live on his own. I am so proud of my all-grown-up BF, but unfortunately that left him without a moving buddy. So out of gratitude for no longer having to check the hallway before going to/from the bathroom at night, I volunteered. Because I am just that lovely.

However, an hour and a half into scrubbing the stove (no bigger than two feet by three feet), I was severely regretting my decision. Eight hours spent dusting, mopping, vacuuming, and scrubbing quickly shows you why Merry Maids is such a successful operation. Not only does Soft Scrub ruin a manicure, it also left pink blotches on my light-blue cotton tee I wore for the occasion. Ten points for me finally getting the old apartment move-out ready, minus 20 for my ruined Gap t-shirt.

After scrubbing until my hands were raw, it was time to pack. After two years of coming home late and passing out, BF had junk strewn all over the small penthouse. While a lot of it was in garbage bags due to pre-move cleaning, we still had to devote two or three "junk boxes" to various documents, receipts, movies, books, etc. Someday, I swear I will have no such thing as a "junk box."

While I didn't do any heavy lifting, I was responsible for the small boxes and miscellaneous suitcases. Four hours of walking up and down stairs was miserable, but finally done. Life lesson #2: Movers are also in business for a reason.

Currently the new apartment looks like a storage unit with boxes and suitcases strewn about the living room and the mattress still on the floor, a blanket haphazardly thrown across the top. However, now the fun part begins. Decorating.

BF, now a big boy, is ready for new furniture, wall ornaments, and other various items that go along with a well-styled home. This is one part of moving I will never hire out. While I would love to spend a few days with my account manager at Gabberts, BF's "cost-concious" attitude about his new but not permanent home leads me to IKEA. As long as he gets new bedsheets (ok, and a few other items), that's fine with me. Here are a few things I am hoping to pick up on a trip to the big blue buidling this weekend:


I know...long list. But hopefully a long list will also lead to a long list of actual purchases. I'll let you know. (All images are from IKEA.com, except for the lovely crisp bedspread, which is from Target.com.)

What about you, lovely reader? What are your favorite parts about moving to a new place? Do you also dream of one day leaving everything old in the old and re-buying everything new for the new?

I leave you with my dream come true, complete with Carolina Herrera, dogs, and fabulous lifestyle:
Photo: Douglas Friedman for Harper's Bazaar