VirginiaEddie

It is my sincere opinion that drunk blogging is better than no blogging at all. Shit, it might be the best blogging for, if nothing else, at least it gets it done.

Now in a cosmo/tiramisu high I will explain why it's way cooler to be in your late 30's raising your child in New York City than in some suburban labrynth bringing your fourth kid to soccer practice in a sticky minivan. Just think, you've never had to drive a minivan or sit inside a McDonald's playland. No,  you've enjoyed subway stairs and cabs rides and brunches and farmer's market groceries and central park. I loved my mother for her gardens and nightime stories. But bless her heart but she could never have maneuvered us around mid-town at mid-day. I want to be that kind of mom, happy and driven and on time to an appointment without calling my husband frantic and jittery. I want the the six year old at my side to know I'm his mommy, and that, in turn, means we're almost there sweetie.

I absolutley love this dress and I love it on her. And I love that her husband, sorry partner, loves her. If a party were a dress, then you're looking at it. And there's something to be said about an electra complex if it means it will land you the man of your dreams.

http://whatwouldsummerwear.wordpress.com/2009/01/19/like-mother-like-daughter/

Since she recently said that her clothing choices were due to an illness (assuming it wasn't mental) she suffered from while they were shooting the Jersey Shore, I was thinking of the things I would wear when feeling under the weather, but still had to be on...I don't know...TELEVISION????

State of Grace http://www.stateofgrace.co.nz/2010/summer_collections_02.html takes my breath away with it's summer 2010 line. I think of dusty roads and lemonade stands when I look at these ensembles. Maybe it's the wicker chair your grandmother always kept in the corner of her living room, but I'm feeling nostalgic.

I would have worn this outfit to an interview at Lehman Brothers. That's right. And then to dinner with friends. And then to the party and then to the party after the party. You get the jist. No one else but McQueen could make an outfit both sexy, silly and serious as hell; the kind of outfit you could eat cereal and smoke a cigarette in.

This particular piece makes me think of Keith Herring. Which is why I'm so prone to favor fashion because, as we know, it's moving art.  Alexander McQueen gave art a heartbeat.