I finally got around to painting my nails and toes for this upcoming weekend. I've been on serious bed rest for almost two weeks, so in a way it's good that we have a wedding weekend to force me to look more like myself. Come hell or high water, I will not wear chipped nail polish and unstyled hair to a black tie event. I may not have my health... but I sure as hell have my vanity!
I'm loving this hue from
OPI's
Pirates of the Caribbean collection, "Easy As She Rose", as it is the ultimate neutral meets lavender meets pale grey:
I doubt the polish will last until Tuesday, but I have a few meetings this coming week with some arts institutions I am interesting doing marketing/development work for. Within the creative fields, I think this lavender hue is still an appropriate interview color... far from obnoxious, but more stylish than a typical sandy nude.
I haven't decided yet what I'm wearing tonight for the rehearsal dinner, but tomorrow night I'm rocking a gold dress. I figure, if I haven't been able to eat anything for the last 12 days I might as well just rock it out like a supermodel. That whole lemons into lemonade thing... (Though doctor's orders: no fruit and definitely no citrus in any form)
You know what was amazing this week? The @CondeElevator feed on Twitter. I haven't been so entertained since Chris "The Birdman" Andersen was briefly on Twitter (and his handlers made him close his account... shame, his humor was some of the edgiest you'd find on a site full of comics).
My faves?
[Girl holding brownie abashedly in elevator]
Male coworker: I'm not judging you.
Girl #1: She's making me run a million errands this afternoon.
Girl #2: Ooh, will you bring me an iced coffee on your way back?
Teen Vogue-er to Teen Vogue-er: I don't understand why she was so pissed. I'd want to know if something made me look fat.
And my personal fave:
Summer Intern: My driver had SUCH a bad attitude. I was like, "don't complain to me, I didn't eat lunch either! You think I eat clothes?"
True story: when I was a temp/intern for a showroom in New York, I was working at both Coterie (market) and through the pop-up showroom at the famous Mercer Hotel in Soho.
I got into a cab and I could tell the cabby was driving me around to rack up a larger fare. He pretended to not know that the Mercer Hotel even existed... After 20 minutes of frustration, I finally just screamed at him, "How do you not know where the Mercer is?! Everyone is there... Karl Lagerfeld has a suite there!!!"
Two seconds after I said it, I felt like the biggest snob on the planet. Why would a 40 year old man driving a cab know who Karl Lagerfeld is? Once I recognized the Dean & Deluca a few blocks away (*from all those coffee runs), I had him drop me off on the corner and walked the last few blocks myself.
I told my bosses what happened and what was their first reaction?
"How could he not know where the Mercer is?! Everyone is here!"
I found the @CondeElevator Twitter feed to be hilarious while it lasted. It was all in good fun, and let me tell you: it's very easy to make shallow Bruno-esque statements when you are in a high stress, visually oriented environment and you're running on little food. (In my case, I barely ate anything because I was 1) busy and 2) there's only so many things you can snack on between buyers without risking stains on the samples)