Ladies, in our summer of bight hues, floral prints, tribal influences, and the ever popular maxi dress it is important to never neglect your summer wardrobe and to have this seasons musts in your closet alongside last seasons keepers. This summer if you purchase nothing else, at least consider these top items for your wardrobe. The 5 must have’s of summer.

1: Boyfriend Jeans

One of my single favorite thing about boyfriend jeans is I didn’t even have to buy a new pair to obtain this look. The beauty of a worn out, distressed pair, of loose fitting denim is we all already have them. Pull out that pair that lives at the back of your closet from several seasons ago (before the skinny) and roll up those cuffs. The boyfriend jeans have evolved, babe. They still call for the relaxed fit and a light to medium wash, but now they come to our runways rolled up and paired with a sexy pair of heels or flats.

The trend of looking like you rolled out of bed with your ‘perfectly undone hair’ and slipped into your bf’s denim and a tee has become very popular. When seeking the perfect bf denim, avoid a pair that is overly distressed. Ripped denim remains popular, but your less distressed everyday pair will provide more versatility then the shredded look that recently hit runways. Besides, you don’t want to overwork a good thing. Keep the denim relaxed, but not loose. The words sag and baggy are not flattering. Don’t want them to literally look like your ‘boyfriend’s jeans’. Maintain the femininity (it’s a must this summer), but don’t’ stress about pouring yourself into last seasons ’skinnys’. For the work it took to get comfortable in the skin tight look, you will find bf jeans provide comfort with ease.

2: Maxi Dress

There is no stopping the Maxi Dress. Everywhere we look we see other women wearing them. They are on all the racks and in all our fashion mags, so it is naturally no surprise they are a must for summer. The best part may possibly be the comfort level of this loose fitted, breathable dress, and the versatility it possesses with simply a change in shoes, taking it from day to night.

The Maxi fits into the seasonal desire for romanticism and femininity. After years of shorter hems it can be almost surprising that this new long look has gained such popularity. This season as floral prints hit the runways, these long, full length, flowing hems can also set the dreamy and romantic mood we desire for summer.

It is important to know your shape and to buy a Maxi that maintains the sensuality of this feminine style without hiding all your best assets. Color blocking, pattern, print, well planned cuts, feminine necklines, all elements that make this trend a seasonal must.

Patty Fox the Fashion Coordinator for the Academy Awards is right in her recommendation, “Just because a dress is long and full doesn’t mean it will flatter everyone by acting as a cover-up. The idea is to flatter your shape instead of burying it!”

3:Beige Gladiators

The need for gladiators in your closet has maintained for several seasons now, with only subtle changes in color and design. This summer your most worn heels may be the beige gladiators that you either have purchased or perhaps soon will. As a neutral tone beige allows you the option of many different outfit pairings and the time-frame of which it will go out of style is unapparent. Beige continues to remain an important basic color in any wardrobe.

Gladiators in this hue will pair nicely with your floral, your maxis, your little white dress, and your boyfriend denim. Every trend of the season will somehow be well played off with these heels in conjunction.

Leave the fringe and booties behind and seek out a great pair of great heights gladiators, the most necessary accessory.

4: One Shoulder Mono-Kini

Asymmetric, Asymmetric, cant say it enough. We have seen it before, we are seeing it again. Asymmetric lines are a designer favorite and a summer must have. The look is striking, it’s sexy, and it’s easier to wear than strapless.

The look is seductive without being slutty, it is regal, feminine, flowing. The draping of a one shoulder Grecian top or dress is perfect for summer.

In Paris in 1930, Suzanne Talbot, brought her Grecian inspired draping bodices to the runway, we have since seen it on nearly every runway, in every city since. A trend that keeps coming back for more, the one shoulder now comes to us on tops, dresses, and a personal summer favorite of mine, the mono-kini.

5: The Little White Dress

While our Little Black Dress will always hold the utmost importance in our wardrobe this summer we must take notice of the Little White Dress as well. The perfect recession proof piece the LWD will provide versatility from day to night, dressy to casual, that the LBD can’t always provide.

The Little White dress is bound to remain a must through seasons to come. Rain or Shine it’s just gonna work ladies. So don’t fear that white makes you look big, or is too sheer. With more flattering cuts and styles you can still find this look in a style to fit. Choose fit, fabric and white/ivory hue that most flatters you. This is the dress to have.

While I have little words on the Costume Institute’s 2009 Gala, I still have plenty of impressions and sights to share as the gala’s red carpet was very pleasing to the eye. The Metropolitan Museum’s 2009 gala being that of ‘The Model as Muse: Embodying Fashion’. An exploration of the impact and inspiration that the model has on the designer, as his/her ‘muse’.

Era to era, models have defined fashion statements and influenced trends. With the ‘Big Six’, the most in demand, most visible, highest paid, and most desired, there was a recognized acceptance of the ’supermodel’ and a prevalent desire to have her face on your label. The inspiration of a look, a trend, being best expressed with your model of choice.

In Claudia Schiffer, Cindy Crawford, Naomi Campbell, Christy Turlington, Kate Moss and Linda Evangelista we learned of names with just as much ‘branding’ power as that of Calvin Klein, Guess?, and Maybelline. The models being that which could be presumed as actually having branded such products to the public. It was Kate Moss who was associated with CK ads and was the ‘face’ of their campaign. Guess? and Claudia Schiffer which not only made this German model a top paid model but made Guess? one of the most sought and worn pair of jeans.

Linda Evangelista is known for perfectly emphasizing and summarizing the status of the supermodel, but I believe best said with, “We don’t ‘vogue’; we are vogue”. As the public related advertising and brands to their ’super’ role-model of choice, designers desired the name that would best market their product.

The supermodel may no longer be the norm, as we see many models today and not just a core few, but the importance of models as a muse and inspiration to fashion designers will never change; the Costume Institute exhibit at The Met depicts just this.

As for the red carpet:

Model Lily Donaldson with/wearing Narciso Rodriquez, Ciara wearing Emilo Pucci, Elizabeth Hurley wearing Elie Saab, Katy Perry wearing Tommy Hilfiger, and Liv Tyler and Kate Hudson with/wearing Stella McCartney.

Rachel Weisz with/wearing Vera Wang, model Oluchi Onweagba wearing Oscar de la Renta, socialite Daphne Guinness with/wearing Oscar de La Renta, Rose Byrne wearing Marc Jacobs, and model Coca Rocha with/wearing Isaac Mizrahi.

And from our ‘Big Six’:

Cindy Crawford wearing custom Versace, Kate Moss with/wearing Marc Jacobs, and Claudia Schiffer wearing Atelier Versace.

Japanese fashion may not be making an influence on cities where Gap, Polo Sport, and Eddie Bauer are prevalent, but where it has made the influence is on women and teens seeking an edge to their style and a uniqueness that only Asian Fashion can provide.

Any designer will agree on the importance of watching trends in Japanese fashion in particular, as it has such an impact on what China and Korea choose to adopt, and then soon after what becomes popular in Europe and North America. Eastern countries not only largely influence Western fashion but also consume over 40% of the world’s luxury goods and often women in these countries, while living at home well into their 20s’ offer a disposal income that can entertain nothing short of handfuls of outlandish shopping sprees.

In a constantly changing fashion society we see street fashion combining a mix of local and foreign luxury brands. These luxury goods we speak of and their prominent consumption, in particular by Japanese and Chinese consumers; Burberry, Tiffany, Swatch, Hermes, Bulgari, Gucci, Louis Vuitton. It is impressive really that 94% of women in their 20’s in Tokyo own at least one Louis Vuitton bag. It is nothing short of envious to an American 20’s something. In the debate of prioritizing rent vs. Louis’, groceries vs. the latest season trend, Asian women take the advantage with not only the guts to drop the Benjamin’s, but with the flare to pull off the ‘here-today-gone-tomorrow’ trend without needing to question cost vs. wear.

In a stricter society of social roles, citizens of these Asian countries find their freedom of expression, that they are unable to experience in their circumscribed social roles, via their attire, makeup and hair. This is even seen in the Japanese trend of excess tanning, as a way to be associated with Hip Hop Culture. A boldness in appearance that us North American women may not be willing to embrace, or find inappropriate to reveal while wearing fishnets and a Lolita dress to the office. Where we may shy away, yet choose to express ourselves by other means, we look East and see other women braving up to their extreme fashion, and in their whimsical, exaggerated, and mix-matched color palette, we too desire this bravery in expressing ourselves via any trend necessary.

My king of Couture’s spring line oozes femininity, and flirtatious affairs.

Christian Lacroix, born in Alres France studied history as a young man, and upon graduation from University of Montpellier, he expanded his experience and knowledge while working directly with color scheme and design for Hermès. His thesis of heart is a showcase of pattern, color, locally made fabrics, and a display of fantastical design. He had a vision often involving the corset, and he celebrated vintage, using historical fashion and costume, heavily.

Often misunderstood and told to have ill-direction in designing for today’s women, Lacroix continued to prove himself as he launched his label, opened a couture house, and released his first Ready-to-Wear all within a year.

This spring I find delight in Lacroix’s contribution to bright, bold colors, short hemlines, ruffles, lace, pattern and print. There is hardly an attribute lacking in surplus. Now, as all the fanciful detail, feminiity and appeal that he constantly provides remains, I find myself yet again, breathless.

It wasn’t long before designer, Zac Posen, found the yellow brick road to fashion stardom. As an intern for Richard Martin, at The Metropolitan Museum of Art Costume Institute, during high school, he had a talent from a very young age. Two years later he interned for Nicole Miller and was soon after picked up as assistant formal wear designer for Tocca New York City.

A man with a much appreciated intuitive understanding of the female form, it was just at the age of 22 that he held his first runway show, and was recognized by the fashion world of his talent. His often recreated interpretations of 1940s fashion, his experience with formal wear, and his concept of female design have gained him much popularity with celebrities. Hollywood-actress-types seeking the classic 1940s glamor with a more modern, yet very classic look, come to Posen for such things. His runway shows now front-rowed by a slew of celebs looking to catch a first look at each new design.

Still a young man, at age 28 he has come to be one of my favorite designers, his talent is simply immeasurable. It seems he had the fast track to snagging his own label, but with each new design I see, I am not surprised to see him soaring to the top of those who want to wear him, work with him, or simply stand in his glow.

For Fall 2009 he continues with a 1940s hollywood glamor. With a somewhat subtle palette and the usage of very little print, he simply catches our eye with cut, form and most of all fit. Posen, always curve conscious and with perfectly inspired fabrics, color and shape, has many years ahead of him in which I am positive he will continue to produce nothing less than fine art.

When Elie Saab’s Spring 09 Couture line walked the runway he proved his knowledge of spring trends and female form. With the popularization of metallics for spring as well as emphasis on femininity, and beige tones, Saab presented nothing less then perfection of his reflection on such things.

Self-trained, Lebanese designer, Elie Saab, from early on in his youth recognized his desire to be a contributor, via his design. He launched his label at only 18, and a handful of years later now has boutiques in Milan, Paris, and Beirut.

Now 27 years later he possesses a long list of admirers and fans. He was the first non-Italian to be invited as a member of the Italian Camera Nazionale della Moda, a non-profit association that coordinates and hosts Italian fashion week and other industry events and encourages and controls development of Italian fashion design.

He is a member of the Chambre Syndicale de la Haute Couture, the french couture governing body, which determines French fashion week dates, as well as determines industry standards on haute couture. Even the usage of the term, ‘Haute Couture’ is regulated by the Couture Association, if you can beleive that.

An established and successful designer, last year his Spring 09 Couture line opened my eyes to a soft, feminine world of gentle muted colors, lace, ruffles, floral design, soft metallics and immaculate movement by fabrics on the runway. It is no wonder so many women have asked him to dress them for the red carpet. His work is beautiful, to say the least.

My first post from my iPhone this morning. When purchasing my sweet baby I did not anticipate that I would be so addicted to having the web constantly accessible in my right pocket. So it naturally comes as a bit of a surprise to feel my thumb frantically touch screening it’s way through this post. (Appreciate my new verb?)

Again I find myself at this skirted table. Attendees go left, they go right, cup of java in hand. I observe and feel jealous as I crave my daily dose of caffeine as well. I am eager for their session to begin when I can leave this registration booth place.
This morning I am seeking refuge on Style.com. Yesterday Viktor [Horsting] and Rolf [Shoeren] put their Ready To Wear for Fall 2009 on the runway. Today I am simply amazed. The men that created what I now consider my signature scent, continued in their exploration of traditional draping. Known for their often overly repetitive elements (fold over fold, nested collars ten layers deep) and their skillful exaggeration they provide a fantasy like approach to Ready To Wear. Bjork would agree with my fascination and adorement. A fact which those who have known her to wear Viktor and Rolf on stage will back.

Unfortunately this morning posting pictures is not an option. However, I hope tomorrow will bring just that. And I leave, in my awe, whilst quoting the Dutchmen, “For us fashion is an antidote for reality”. Good summarization of what keeps my eyes on their design . . . an escape to a whimsical and fashionable world of fantasy.

Seems everyday this week I catch myself oogling over Jean Paul’s Spring 2009 Couture line, drooling, and literally being completely unable to choose one favorite. It must be Spring Fever, because this is Love. I’m a total sucker for black and white; never out of trend, always classic, always polished, you can never go wrong.

Jean Paul Gualtier, the man who brought Madonna’s gold cone-bra out to play for her ‘Blonde Ambition Tour’, and again made an impression in her ‘Confessions Tour’ wardrobe, as well as working with Kylie Minogue for her ‘KYLIEX2008′ Tour, has made his mark on architectural, lingerie inspired design. His style and taste in both runway production and couture design has given him great criticism and praise, yet as I look at his Klaus Nomi inspired Spring 2009 line not one word of criticism finds itself slipping from my lips. I look over the sharp edges, arched lines, elongated stripes, asymmetry, and contrast in color and am both transfixed and inspired by what I see. Reviewing his work this season is like seeing an M C Escher print or a Jackson Pollock and feeling quite positive there is more to metaphorically interpret in each line.

If it can be said that clothing doesn’t hold such depth in artistic expression, well then it can be hugely argued as you see the images from Jean Paul’s line and realize there is so much to be seen, in each effort made, in every design.

Ever wondered how to get your cat to come when it’s called? . . . hmmm me too. Although . . . despite the typical feline tendency to disobey every command by Master and choose it’s own course of action (i.e. sleeping) my cat, Fat Tabby, provides no need for remote control options, as he is one of the most non-cat cats I know. In other words . . . he knows his name, and about 51% of the time, the word ‘No’.

Stop scratching, get off the bed, get on the bed, here kitty kitty . . .

Fat Tabby, that clever sphinx.

I have seen so many things in the last couple of days that I felt worth sharing, and in my work burn-out have found myself lacking the brain power to function at even a kindergarten blogging level. Several long weeks of hard days, as I feel my eyes cross delving deep into lines and lines of html code. Of course now I find myself, perhaps not as deep as I am during my 9-5, but still peering over the dag web. Apparently I love that which I also find makes me blind.

As I by-pass a desire to speak on Mandy Moore’s new engagement, the Celebrity Year Book Photos my eyes recently spied upon, the Mango Fashion Awards (but stayed tuned here cuz I am still determined to bust that one out) . . . I soon hereafter gaze The Cat Control and I stop. Think of how much simpler life could be, and the time that would no longer be wasted fussing with a fussy cat! I feast my eyes on the ‘Cat Nap’ pause button of life, and wonder if God sits upstairs jamming on my ‘Pause’ button, or perhaps my ‘Stop Stressing’ button, ‘Don’t Over-Analyze’, ‘Stop Dating Creeps’ . . . When it comes down to it, my remote could ideally be made up of 5 buttons: Stop, Play, Act, Think, and Relax. And, double fun 5 buttons fits perfectly on my star shaped remote I imagine The Big Man punching on.

And in turn I could narrow that Cat Control down to 2 buttons. Ignore and Blah

This morning I am caught on girldir, browsing over a trend that gets me thinking. Recollecting the SATC I watched last night, I start to wonder about hot pants and my mind draws a blank. Why? Girldir’s statement ‘Have you ever had a nightmare in which you show up at a public meeting or a gathering of some sort and everyone stares at you and begin to burst in demented laughter? And then you realize what caused such hysterics. You’re only half dressed’. It gets me thinking . . .

Instantly jumped on to google to verse myself in a topic which is a possible debate as I wonder if the 70s trends that we so often see come back will include hot pants someday. Or perhaps the trends we see of shorty-shorts and cheeky-shorts are the hot pants, remade.

Kylie Minogue brought her pop career back to life with her well known hot shorts, a hand me down from London Hooker, Michele Renee. With her rise in this country as more than just that Locomotion Gal perhaps hot pants should be credited. Is it her bootylicious bum, which by more than one blogger has been called perfect, in those little goldies that gets your body moving? The woman re-invents disco beats and good dance like no other. Would it be too far of a reach to say she is an inspiration to women everywhere that if you spend your days dancing your a** off you will literally dance it right off?

Well I know what I will be doing tonight. I too shall drop my socks and grab my mini boom box. And might I recommend for all you out there who also wish to work your rump and one day wear your hot shorts (to a disco). with pride. Yes, that is right. Wear them to the discotech and check this out.

Lastly and very importantly.

Sigh. I start off on a quiet note. Relaxing behind the 3 by 6 skirts, attendees go right, attendees go left. However, despite the usual expectation of others that I am bored , I am not. I am content. Quiet. They flock towards the sliced roast turkey and anxiously wait their turn at the desert table. I sit quietly observing their chaos and yet amidst their rushing this is my quietest time. Gazing at the eye candy that the conference center staff provides. I am thankful my boss chose a place with so many cute men. Perhaps it was fate.

The music here makes me want to climb the walls. I would imagine they consider it high class and calming. I however, find it makes me tap my foot at cheetah speed, my head is running in circles. I am just thankful I have been lent a cute little iBook G4 for my day otherwise I am sure I would twist my hair into snarls.

AND on that note. I enjoy a good beehive like the next guy, der . . . girl . Sure, they are pretty impressive and mysterious (i.e. What you hiding in that weeve sista gurl? ask Heidi Klum she said ‘Snacks’ in this months Glamour). Heck yes if I could work it I would too. We ALL would. I think the key is making a valid attempt to not over do it (VERY IMPORTANT) and let’s also try to avoid the crack whore look, but that is a different story. Or is it? Smirk.

Ahhhhhh. Well there you go then, got that off my chest. Sigh.

I’m off . . . Dizzy Gillespie gots me on the move again.

I love the silhouette and the jacket this year. There are some very great shapes and the more I flick through the many images online of what walked the runways for fall I find myself feeling a growing appreciation for fall.

Fall, a season I once looked down upon. It was the season that signified that cold was on it’s way. That Santa was soon to be racing atop our roofs with pattering reindeer. Fall was the welcoming back of sweaters and jackets, scarves and hats and the one thing I hated most . . . long underwear. For a gal who thrived in the heat of summer and longed for swimsuits and tank tops I found it difficult to find joy in layering sweaters upon blouses, with blazers and mittens. I snickered at the snow and those who chose to play in it and longed for August days of heat and running through the sprinkler.

As I find myself living in a climate that now never seems to exceed 90 and mostly settles in around 60 or 70 I find a new love for layering. This year I take special note at the many outwear garments that hit our New York Fashion Week runways and vigorously add-on to my checklist of must-haves for Fall 2008. From the first few letters of our alphabet I bring you a glimpse.

Akris, Amanda Wakeley, Aquascutum, Baby Phat, Bel Staff, Betsey Johnson, Bill Blass, BluGirl.

Blumarine, Carlos Meiele, Carolina Hererra, Christian Lacroix, Cynthia Steffe, D & G, DSquared2, Diane Von Furstenberg, Etro, Haider Ackermann, Iceberg.

Fall is in the air. Tailored jackets, wide leg pants, wools and sweaters, AND . . . bum bum bum . . . the waist! Unlike the last year, this year we will take on a much missed appreciation of the waist. We will not see thousands of shapeless trapeze dresses, instead we will be encouraged to work our best female assets. Accentuate what your momma gave ya.

I am eager and giddy. The smell of tweed is in the air and I can feel DVF’s launch of her prints and newly envisioned wrap dress for the season.

As often as I can, I click page-after-page in my best effort to get a glimpse of the one show I desire to see most. This week I flashed back several months to Fashion Week when we saw all those bitchin’ Fall 2008 wears. Thanks to New York Magazine I have been doing some serious oogling. I am in love with this fall fashion. Layers of perfectly inspired fabrics and shapes.

However . . . in a land of beauty and design how does it happen that what appears to be a mess can still slip through? Some of my biggest laughs of what walked the runway and claimed itself to be fashion.

Vivienne Westwood really shocked me this year with what I am choosing to call ‘Crocodile Dundee in New York, Aborigines can Catwalk’. It’s as if fabric found a 5′10 beauty and threw up on her. Up chuck everywhere. Chunks and chunks. Color spewing from all angles. Fabrics thrown about in what appears to be an attempt at draping. I am most disappointed as I have always been a strong believer in Vivienne, but this year she throws me off. I am left with a sour taste in my mouth. A sick stomach. I still maintain a tidbit of faith for her for spring however. I hope not to be let down.

And in a land where I was pleased to see a prominent waist line I feel confused at the wrong accentuation. Marc Jacobs not only chooses what I consider to be ghastly fabric but chooses shape that well . . . isn’t really a shape at all.

Carolina Herrera brings the waist to new extremes providing a nice tire around your middle. Aren’t we all doing sit-ups to avoid this look?

Alexander McQueen with a sour attempt at a tutu, and . . .

lastly. I refused to be convinced Armand Basi even HAS a waist or wouldn’t it be more obvious where it is located? Unless you are ‘gravel girdy’ and your boobs are around your knees you don’t require this much room in your bodice to store your goodies. Too long wasited . . . not floating my boat. The choice of fabric? Don’t even get me started.

There was a time in my life when my two best friends spoke of me as Valerie and I in turn responded to them as Brenda and Kelly.

It was the teenage soap that I was not allowed to watch. As teens were struggling with premarital sex, drugs, alcohol, body issues, family issues and so forth. Issues that were far to . . . well ‘Aaron Spelling’ for my age and eyes.

It was the teenage love drama that I was introduced to while vacationing with my family and cousins. As our parents stepped out for groceries, us kids were left behind to battle over the TV control. I later found myself recording the show each day while in school on a VHS, and curiously watching in the evening after my daily dose of ‘Saved By The Bell’. I suppose it was easy to get hooked on the ‘Spelling’ drama. In fact it lead me to purchasing of the Barbie Doll versions of the popular characters and my eventual high school alias of Valerie Malone. Our aliases used mostly in the passing of notes during P.E. in hopes to not be caught in the act of confessing our love for the popular boys.

Today in nostalgic efforts I took the ‘Which 90210 Character Are You’ quiz and allow me to share my discovery:

Which Female Cast Member of 90210 Are You?

Much to my surprise as I am told I am Kelly Taylor. And then it brings me to the debate. In a Battle of Kelly vs. Valerie . . . who wins?

Perhaps tonight I will go home and snuggle up on the couch and flash back to high school and days of Valerie, Kelly & Brenda. Of course I don’t think I will be flipping through a year book . . . probably glued to the TV

A little game we call ‘I Never’.

Work finds itself a little slow today. It seems when corporate activities leave me at a lull I never know where to turn. I often wonder if the best use of my time is posting. And you could probably tell by the time in which I post I am not one to fodder mid-afternoon while restlessly looking for entertainment behind this horrid PC screen. I giggle with coworkers over the daily celeb gossip and look to achieve greatness in my Access Report abilities, and realize that when Renee starts singing ‘Roll Out The Barrel’ the day’s kookiness has begun. Which leads me to think, just as Whitney has never said “Crack is Wack”, I would never ever partake in a round of ‘Islands in the Stream’ to prove I am versed in the great Kenny & Dolly. The shame of it all.

I never will admit my follies. So you will have nothing to blackmail me with. I will not publicly goof like Tara Reid, nipple slip and demand that my stupidity makes “Jessica Simpson look like a rock scientist”. Stop laughing and start crying because I KNOW I’m never funny.

I never wore Crocs. Don’t laugh and don’t tell anyone either, but it’s true. I never wore Crocs! My mom said they were ok for ‘garden wear’. I figured one slip-on to dash through the garage was no crime. My feet still feel the green foam encompassing them, and emotionally beat me for the fashion shame. Oh how they sweat in that non-breathable foam-resin. How they longed to be set free! Crocs will never live in my home. Unless my mother moves in.

I never said I like Britney Spears either! So there! Once back in 1999 there was a girl who pleaded ‘Hit Me Baby, One More Time’ and baby, she was definitely hit. Now come closer kids, because the story is just getting good. Britney was a sweet innocent little tart. She traveled the world to “oversees places like Canada”, and Japan where they eat the fish (”which is very popular out there in Africa”). Yes, she grew up a good girl. She never flashed her jewels to paparazzi eyes. The good motherly love of Mama Spears must have raised Britney right. She too would grow up to be a wonderful doting mother. And just like any good mother, sweet B would never tell her children they were “mistakes”. I am sure Mama Spears feels good knowing Jamie-Lynn is following in big sissys footsteps.

I never thought this blog would end up being a celebrity bash fest and realize that as I waste time reading goof-ups of the Spears gals I have little time to blog-on, therefore this little game of ‘I Never’ comes to a pause. Perhaps soon we can pick up where we left off.

Take note to my most drab but very straight forward title. I want to bring to mind that it is very important to me that you know EXACTLY what my fodder of the day is, as it holds much importance in well . . . everything! Fashion is the key to unlock the gates of Heaven, I am convinced! A healthy statement with a trendy pair of shoes simply glows of Heaven and makes you warm and fuzzy inside. The aura of good intentions overwhelms you and you can’t help but smile at the site of brown properly mixed with black. Which believe me when I say it’s tricky and should be left to the masters. In the beauty of fashion I find my will to crack a smile today, at the site of all that is good and brought down from Heaven by God himself. Thank God for House of Holland or life as we know it would be forever drab.

With that I bring you the light at the end of the tunnel. A hope for years to come, and just three simple words, our reason to live, Paris Fashion Week.

Ever since I was a wee tot I have taken note of what happens ankles and below. From the days I walked daintily on my tip toes (I think secretly hoping to elongate my legs something I still do as I rise above with the biggest shoes I can find), to my ballet dancing days. To my love of Barbie’s petite little heeled toes, to pedicures, and pride in my high arches, and now with my desire to permanently ink my favorite appendage to accessorize, I take note in what we all decide is trend. What choices we make, and how we mix and match. How we seek comfort or disregard comfort for fashion. Something I often do and will probably regret when my feet are mushed up like Cinderella’s step sisters 20 years from now, and all I can wear are Crocs. And this brings me to another point as I ponder if I would ever put my fat deformed foot into a Croc when the day arrives that my bunions are too big for Stilettos. My answer, “NO NO and Triple NO! No Infinite.” I shall wear slippers for an eternity if needs be but Crocs are still a serious faux pas.

This blog became vision with one subtle email move from my brother. With this little piece of treasure I find once again that ‘The World Is Full Of Stupid People’ and sometimes I just kinda want to blog about it. Crocs seem to be cause of the World’s demise. As Crocs rise the anger of fashion fans everywhere inceases. Will there be war? Fashion Victim vs. Fashion Maven.

However this blog is not about Crocs, although I seem to be moving that direction with every key stroke. So with the change of subject I bring you bad foot happenings.

I have been sitting at this 6 foot skirted registration table waiting impatiently for some excitement to find me in my day. As 90 attendees shuffle through the conference gates, registration packet in hand I find freedom when the doors close and session begins. At last I can take refuge with my cup of Espresso Blend and my Bagel with Cheese and Jam. They come here with expectations of learning something new, perhaps just an excuse to escape the office. And while I find i have learned little more than our need for extra name badges they find themselves in a reunion with coworkers past and colleagues gone AWOL. So, I sit and while I receive compliments on what they think is my perfume when I believe that soft sweet fragrance is really my deodorant, or maybe my hair, I long for a nap and the end of a long week.

Spending my morning looking for something to bring to you all and starting and deleting multiple beginnings to a blog that now seems to have the flow. And with this I want to tell you of my obscure find today, and that is Lakme Fashion Week. Fashion Week Bollywood style. My pick of the day, Urvashi Kaur, her style fresh, infused with color, full of spark and fine lines. It is always exciting for me to discover someone not yet discovered by myself. Those first glances through the gallery of someone who you know was, is or will be great. The first taste of their creativity always has my heart racing just a little bit faster.

One more thought on Fashion Week would be what is tumbling through my mind on Zac Posen. He is beautiful! Well his designs are, he isn’t bad either. I am very intrigued this season with the colors of choice. Tuxedo style dresses, ties, blazers, black and white and bright bold tights. I am hooked on tights for fall as I am generally a very chilled person, perhaps cold blood runs through my veins. I find layering to be a must and tights to be just plain necessity when it comes to dresses in Fall and Winter. I adore dresses but my cold blood keeps me avoiding them and dreaming of the day I can wear them. Thanks to the popularity of tights I no longer have to dream and can adorn myself with all the dresses I spend so much effort in bidding on via ebay.

Zac, thank you. For keeping the love of leg wear alive. He most interestingly uses women’s attire with heavy suit tones and masculine design and I do love a woman in a vest. I am a big fan of suit styles on women. So I will keep it simple. Just believe me in that I find it interesting, in love with the color palette, and I am totally crushing on Posen now.