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A Label Whore Learns A New Shopping Trick – Who Knew?

I rarely if ever, take on a campaign where I review or talk about products that I’m paid to discuss. Yes, I’ve been offered cold hard cash to do so, but more amusingly I’ve been offered lot’s of shit: everything from sex toys to washer/dryers.  To those peeps I say “Look, if they won’t accept your mode of payment at Starbucks, I don’t accept it either. I’ve tried paying Starbucks with vibrators — no go.” Well except for this incident.

That said, I was asked to do a special shopping event for SearsStyle and I jumped at the chance — strictly to see if I could rise to the challenge. Why? Because I would never consider shopping for clothing at Sears. Frankly, the last thing I bought there was a treadmill and you can’t wear that to a party. Also, in my fabulous and long forgotten NYC days, I was a stylist and owned a personal shopping company — which makes me an addicted bargain hunter who knows how to shop.  So, I was all, “Bring it!”

My instructions were to find outfits at Sears and pick one to wear to an Art of Fashion and SearsStyle event at the trendy Raleigh Hotel in South Beach…

I have 2 rules about shopping:

1. You can find something great ANYWHERE!

2. Never spend a fortune on uber trendy items, when you can save that money for a sick bag or boots that will last you more than a season or two!

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Summer Trend Report : How to be a Chic Mom

In my latest assignment, I sat down with Andrew Taylor the director of a major company that just totally revamped to find out what’s hip for summer.  Wanna know?  You gotta watch:

What’s your favorite trend for summer?

Va-What? Va-huh? Va-Why is it so Trendy to Adorn Your Va Jay Jay?

Seriously, either I’m too old or too prudish, but I can’t figure out why women need to do so much vaginal maintenance to get their man’s attention these days.  I used to be a vaginal visionary, a pioneer if you will.  I was the first on the block to get a Brazilian, a “landing strip,” and the unfortunate “wax-ident” I term, “The Charlie Chaplin.”  Well, I don’t have proof that I was the first, but I’m pretty confident.  Now, vaginal maintenance has become a truly hair razing experience. Continue reading