Operation Tubetop

Now, I love fashion... adooooore fashion... spend literally hours thinking about fashion... and usually I am rocking my favourite items but I've put on weight so I wait until I can be rocking my favourite items once more. My absolute favourite fashion houses are, in no particular order, Burberry, Chanel, Lanvin, Prada, Christian Lacroix, Dior, Michael Kors and so on and so forth. Do I own all of these brands, no, but a girl can lust and hope that one day she will have a piece from all of them. The thing about fashion is that it truly is subjective. I hate when designers come out with ridiculous pieces that seem like we are all being trolled or that there is an expectation to be thin and tall. I put a lot a pressure on myself weight wise (at this point) because I want to fit into the clothes I already own, not to fit into all the latest trends. The key to fashion, in my opinion, is wearing something that is flattering, comfortable and makes you feel incredibly confident. I love

Sup' guys? Tis Monday again but that's ok. I'm don't hate Mondays... Tuesdays... well don't get me started on Tuesdays. Ugh. The worst. Anyway, sorry for not writing the last few days. I'd like to say that I have been incredibly busy but I haven't been. Which has actually been nice. I have a crazy few weekends ahead: this Saturday one of my oldest and dearest friends is in town so I will be meeting her. I'm heading to Der Fuchs und Die Trauben with her on Saturday. I'm actually also meeting friends there on Wednesday night. Yes, I am hooked. Check out Vienna Wuerstelstand for the review and if you live in Vienna - you need to check it out! Anyway, Saturday was our 11 year wedding anniversary but the Husband suggested we celebrate on Friday and that was actually a good idea. Saturday night I could not be assed to put on pants, let alone le make up that hides le face. We met Friday afternoon in front of the Loos Bar because it is an awesome special

Hi everybody! As I mentioned before, I received a response last Friday from Hearst Publications regarding my second complaint that I had not received my January issue. I wasn't pleased with the response. Here it is. T hank you for your email. I am very sorry to hear of your frustration on this matter, I can assure you that all magazines are sent out in a timely manner to reach you as soon as possible. I hope your magazine arrives shortly, once against please accept my apologies. Please do not hesitate to contact me for any further assistance. Kind Regards, N I feel like "timely manner" could be replaced with "hell, if I know". I waited a few days so that I could see if my magazine would have been expressed over. It wasn't. So I wrote back this morning and here it is: Dear N. Thank you for your e-mail. I guess I shouldn't have used the word "frustrating" because at this point I am more "miffed". It is now January 21st a

I feel like January is flying by and I have spent a lot of it sick. I was having a long pity party for myself until Saturday morning. Thursday I felt fine to be back at work but I probably shouldn't have gone out that evening. I went to a friend's restaurant to review it (hopefully the review will be up soon, and I can't wait to talk all about it non-stop!) and there was no way I was going to miss that. In my books, a promise made is a promise kept. I had an absolutely incredible time and my one regret is the many many glasses of wine I decided that I JUST HAD TO HAVE. I had not been drinking since New Year's Eve so my long worked on tolerance is gone. All those years of training! WASTED (literally)! So the wine definitely took hold and when I got home, I assumed that I would get at least 6 hours of sleep. I thought wrong. The Kid woke up at 3 in the morning in our bed and commenced with his "whispering". He does this every time he is in bed. It's this

So, my January issue of UK Good Housekeeping is late and I'm a little ticked. I ordered the subscription back in September (to be told it would start in January) and I was super excited to get it by the end of December. By January 5th, I realized that it wasn't coming and I got the sads. So I wrote Hearst Magazines customer service and I asked "Yo, yo, yo! Where my mag at ?" but nicely and with proper English. They wrote back 3 days later and informed me that they would resend the January issue... and that it would take up to 28 days to arrive. I've finally written them back. I don't like to give people a hard time because I know that working in customer service is not always a joy because people can be assholes. I always write a company if I have found the service has gone above and beyond my expectations. A couple of summers ago the Husband, the Kid and I flew to Greece and we were so impressed by the flight attendants on Air Berlin and the fact that the

Y'all like the new look of the blog? Decided I needed a change. Also going a little mad as I reach my 6th day at home but rejoice, tomorrow I am back at work and I will be able to wear heels and a bra again and make up, lots and lots of make up. Huzzah! Oh yeah! It's my last day to completely recover and while I am still tired and a little snotty, I am so ready to return to the land of the living. I have been meaning to post about our mini break from the end of December for a few weeks. If we are friends on Facebook, or rather, if you haven't blocked my obnoxious status updates (I am like the Leann Rimes of Twitter with all my HAPPPEEEEE posts (but positivity begets positivity so shut it)) you would have seen all the "check ins" we did within 48 hours. We were like two Amish teens on Rumspringen. Sunday, end of December: Around 11, the Husband dropped the Kid off at the In laws and like any mom who has the place to herself, I cleaned the floors like a woma

Oh you guys. I am like the worst sick person in the world. I am a whiny, obnoxious brat. I kvetch, I moan and I go through every emotion in my playbook of, well, emotions. I should have known that I was coming down with something because I had some pretty obvious clues. The first was when I started my juice cleanse and then I got a cold and then the cold just kind of stayed stagnant. And then there was the clue when I was unable to get out of bed before 6 a.m. for a few days in a row. And then there was Thursday morning at home when I turned into a motherloving lunatic. I literally went from my normal scrappy morning person to "this person should be instutionalized, stat". Oh there were tears and there were threats and I should have put myself in time out. But was that enough evidence that I was on the verge of being very sick? Nope! It wasn't until Thursday evening when I started getting major upper back pain and shortness of breath that I realized that something was