Saturday, October 23, 2010

M.O.M. (Mom-item of the Moment)

The washable scarf is a wonderful thing.

I've used mine for wiping noses and hands (gross but better than my pantleg), covering stains (my own), stuffing between a sleeping child's lolling head and the carseat headrest, and, oh yeah, brightening up a boring outfit. It's like throwing on a cute, colorful dishrag and having it be perfectly ok—stylish, even. There are many out there to choose from, and they're usually pretty cheap. Here's a cute one from Old Navy:

Thursday, October 21, 2010

Go cuff yourself

I'm a big believer in little accessories. I have a theory that all you need is a great pair of sunglasses and some decent footwear, and you can get away with pretty much anything in between. So you can imagine my delight when my super stylish cousin (and mother-of-three) came home from a recent trip to New York bearing this fabulous little number:

It's blingy without being gaudy, it's comfortable to wear, and it gives anything I wear it with a major upgrade. (In fact, I'm currently rocking it with the waffle knit shirt I slept in, some yoga pants and a sweater.) And it doesn't hurt that I'm told it was purchased mere minutes after a Soho sighting of Kim Kardashian. I asked: yes, it's that big in real life. And apparently her skin is a study in perfection. Not that anyone is paying attention.

I love my new cuff. I wish I could direct you to this exact one. Alas, I haven't been able to find one like it online, but here's another nice option from Garnet Hill. Click here to go directly to it on their website.

Monday, October 18, 2010

I may run off with my Podiatrist

I've been having foot pain for oh, a year or so and, until recently, had yet to do anything about it for fear that the rest of my life would be spent in (heaven forbid) flats or (shudder) corrective footwear. However, the pain finally asserted itself to the point that I made my very first appointment with a podiatrist. Feeling every single one of my 37 years, I dutifully put on my flat sandals and headed in for my sentencing. He came in (and by the way, was kind of hot), looked at my feet, asked me a few questions, and then uttered these five beautiful words, "YOU SHOULD NOT WEAR FLATS." I almost looked around for the hidden camera. What? An attractive podiatrist putting me under doctor's orders to wear heeled shoes? How much better does it get? The downside is that apparently my calves and achilles are so tight (partially genetic, partially from all these years of my beloved heels) that I could end up doing some damage. So I have to do physical therapy and stretches and wear a boot thing at night and blah blah blah. BUT. I now have a MEDICAL need for heeled footwear. Think my insurance will pick up a pair of Manolos for me?