If you dress for yourself (as in wear clogs, harem pants and boyfriend jeans) — and not necessarily to attract the opposite sex — consider yourself a Man Repeller. I certainly am guilty as charged — minus my affinity for super short sequin mini skirts. Sorry, this obsession goes waaaay back. And it really brings all the boys to the yard. And there like, it’s better than yours. (Sing those last two lines to Kelis’ “Milkshake,” capisce?)
Anyhoo, my gal pal, Annie, tells me the blogger behind the satirical site, Leandra Medine, is snaking her snarky way into Miami on January 15th from 11 a.m. to 7 p.m. for a styling tips event at The Webster. You can chat up the 20-something blogger by e-mailing email@example.com or picking up your celly and buzzing (305) 673-5548. A Webster swag bag is in order, too. Tickets are $100 — she can teach you, but she has to charge. La-la-la-la, warm it up…
(The Man Repeller, Leandra Medine, Photographed by Naomi Shon)
I’m a complete sick-o when it comes to jewelry. On any given day, you will find me dripping in
diamonds and precious jewels funky necklaces and edgy rings. It’s a disease. And the incurable kind at that.
My go-to boutique for accessories that won’t have my checking account seeing zeroes? Harry Winston. Psyche. Almost had you going there, didn’t I? It’s Mia on South Beach. I popped in today after a mani/pedi (Color du jour: Essie’s Cocktail Bling) and spotted this gold-plated Skull Ring with Druzy eyes ($168) and had to make him mine. It has an Alexander McQueen feel to it which I L-O-V-E.
For all you skull savants out there who want one, too, Mia just opened up an e-commerce site, so just go here. Yep, I just saved you gas money, thank-you-very-much.
What’s better than Christmas, class? The day-after Christmas shoe sale at Saks! Shame on you for not knowing that answer.
Today, from 8 a.m. to noon, all marked-down shoes were an additional 50 percent off so you know what that meant? This blogger was all over it along with every other heel-aholic in Miami. And trust me, this city is teeming with my kind of people.
The scene? A total Louboutin-induced fracas. A may-jah disas-tah, if you will. Picture tug-of-wars over Prada calf-hair pumps. Ladies bickering over sky-high Brian Atwoods. Gals smiling from cheek-to-cheek over their first pair of Chanel ballet flats. Superficial awesomeness, I know. I absolutely loved the die-hard with a baby strapped to her chest pictured here.
While I couldn’t unearth a single size 39 worth buying (even at 70 percent off!) oftentimes, it’s the hunt and eavesdropping on my fellow Jimmy Choo crazies I enjoy even more. For example, the following nonsense was overheard just this a.m.:
“I only bought 6 pairs. Please tell my husband how well behaved I am!”
“These are on sale for $250. That’s. Like. Free.”
“Why am I size 8? Everyone’s a size 8. This is a curse. I blame my mother for that, too.”
While I left empty handed (alas, one can not always be triumphant) I am now obsessed with the neon Atwoods and studded Valentinos pictured here. Helloooooo, lovers.
One of the things I love most about Miami is that one moment I can be hamming it up (ok, fine, eavesdropping — let’s not get it twisted) with Rachel Zoe and Penn Badgley on swanky SoBe one day and the next, picking strawberries in the simple and wholesome Redlands with even bigger superstars like my progeny and parents.
That’s just what we did on Saturday. First stop? Burr’s Berry Farm’s shake and produce stand for a cold and creamy strawberry milkshake. The folks at Burrs have been farming since 1965 and have mastered the art of whipping up the perfect fruity shake (not too thick and just-right sweet). Honestly, Burr’s shakes are like taking tiny sips of heaven. Bible.
We also shopped at several produce carts along Krome Avenue for some just-picked cornhusks, avocados, pineapples and miniature roses. Our favorite new discovery? R.F. Orchids. Here you will find thousands of exotic orchids growing in a laidback setting peppered with gazebos, ponds, tiki huts and lush landscaping. We took our time poking through the fragrant flowers and unique pottery. And of course I had to purchase a few souvenirs for back home. I picked up a $50 purple spotted orchid (I know, kind of steep but I couldn’t leave him. It was like he was imploring me to be brought home. These things happen. Especially with shoes) and some other funky plants like a grafted cactus. Now that they accent my living room, a mere glance at them beckons me back to that down-home feel of the Redlands. Love that!
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