Slynnro

Thursday, July 30, 2009

Mr. A Reviews: Pert Plus (It's Hilarious).

Some months ago, through the black magic of the internet and the myriad blogospheres in which she features so prominently, Slynnro was presented with a big fat box full of Pert Plus shampoo. As in, five bottles of the stuff (four bottles of the new “For Men” line of products, and one gender neutral bottle). I am totally a man, so said bottles ended up in my shower (also, Slynnro would sooner wash her face with a belt sander than put a glob of neon green Pert Plus for Men in her delicate, finely tuned tresses), lined up neatly along the wall like little green artillery shells. This was all rather pleasing to me, due to the fact that (1) I am a cheap bastard, and love getting free shit that I would otherwise have to spend my hard earned cheddar on (ask Slynnro how long I am willing to go without buying “non-essential items” like toilet paper); (2) I spend inordinate amounts of time in the shower, and so any new items of interest in that space are a welcome diversion (think of it like enriching an animal’s enclosure at the zoo – like when zoo keepers freeze tasty treats inside blocks of ice and give them to bears, etc.); and (3) I have a long-standing L-O-V-E of Pert Plus (as will be discussed in greater detail below).

As I sat down to pen this ode to Pert Plus, I decided I needed some background on my subject matter. So, I turned to Wikipedia, my go to source for all worldly knowledge (Slynnro can also attest to my ability to wax rhapsodic about Wikipedia and its many treasures). This is the sum total of what Wikipedia has to say about Pert Plus (from the Proctor & Gamble Wiki page, sadly listed under “Brands owned by Procter & Gamble in the past, but since divested”):

Pert Plus, introduced in 1987 as the first "2-in-1" shampoo incorporating conditioner in one bottle. It was the market leader in 1992 with a 10.1 percent share. Now in a "declining stage", sold to Innovative Brands, LLC in July 2006. The original Pert was introduced in 1979, but declined to less than 2% before Pert Plus turned it into a 2-in-1 product.

Somewhat disappointing, both for its brevity, and because it reports that Pert Plus is in a “declining stage.” Declining? Not in my shower, that is for fucking sure. Disappointed by Wikipedia, I turned to the official Pert Plus website, which has a lot to say about Pert Plus, and it revolutionary impact on hair. I recommend that all Slynnro’s readers spend a few hours digesting all that the site has to offer. If you don’t have the time for that, I think this (trademarked) phrase sums it up: “Crazy Good Hair, Without the Craziness.” Enough said, right? Color me sold. Personally, I don’t know if I have “crazy good” hair (actually, I know I don’t – although I definitely have “crazy” hair from time to time), but I can say that there isn’t much “craziness” involved in my day to day hair routine, which I suppose could be attributable to Pert Plus. I also note that there is a helpful Q&A section on the website, which provides concise answers to pressing questions like:

Where can I buy Pert Plus?

(Answer: E-V-E-R-Y-W-H-E-R-E) TRY IT FOR FREE HERE!

Do I need a lot of lather to get clean hair?

(Answer (no joke): “Although lots of rich lather might make shampooing seem more effective and fun, the truth is you can get really clean hair with just a little lather. Scientists will tell you it's the cleansing ingredients in shampoos that actually remove the dirt and oil from your hair, not the lather.”) Lots of lather IS more fun…...

My personal history with Pert Plus is as follows: When I got to college and discovered that, lo, my mother had not stowed away into my duffel bag and thus wasn’t going to be around to do things like magically restock my shower with sweet smelling soaps and shampoos whenever I ran low, I walked to Walgreens. There I stood before the massive wall of shampoos, and was dumbstruck. So many colors, so many sizes. Many seemed vastly too effeminate, with their pastel hues and swirling lines, to safely bring into a freshman dorm bathroom. Others were far too expensive, and promised results that I was frankly not interested in (19 year old men with two inch long hair that is perpetually ravaged by chlorine does not contemplate having “bouncy” or “silky” hair). Just as I began to lose hope, I spied a hulking lime green bottle sitting on the bottom shelf. It held about a quart of shampoo, and it was cheap. The neon green contents had sweet, yet vaguely medicinal smell (it smelled good in the vaguely noxious way that gasoline does). I took it home. I used it, and it seemed to clean my hair. I had a brand of choice. For life.

So, fast forward the better part of a decade, and I find myself in possession of a sampling of the entire spectrum of the Pert Plus line of products. Slynnro requested that I write a review of the various species of Pert Plus, so that she might post it on her blog and all could marvel at how odd and amusing her husband was. I agreed, but as I am wont to do, I wasn’t particularly quick in getting around to it. Still, my typical procrastination did give me time to sample all of the varieties, and consider their respective attributes. And now, without further adieu, my thoughts on the five pillars of Pert that rule my shower:

Pert Plus For Men:3 in 1 Shampoo Plus Conditioner Plus Body Wash. Lots of Plus in this Pert Plus. According to the bottle, this was “formulated especially for men,” which is good, because I am confident no genetic female has ever used it, outside of a correctional institute. In truth, I have used other similar products in the past, with marginal results. The effect was basically that of washing my hair with soap (which, sadly, I have done more than a few times). Even by male standards, it isn’t good: limp, filmy, sickly looking hair. This product was much more effective, as I would expect from Pert Plus. The body wash component worked well (i.e., I didn’t feel like I was scrubbing myself with shampoo, not that I have ever taken to doing that on a regular basis) and had a pleasing manly aroma, and the shampoo/conditioner aspect worked much better than the previous combo products I had tried. My hair was a little flatter than with a “traditional” shampoo, but overall not bad. This product is also a legitimate time-saver (efficiency is a key component of the Pert Plus ethos), as I don’t have to switch between the shampoo and body wash bottles, worry about avoiding getting the body wash in my hair, etc. Grade: (A+)

Pert Plus For Men: Thickening. In short, this product actually works. My hair, which isn’t what I would call “thick” to begin with, seems appreciably “thicker/puffier/bigger” after I use this product. The effect fades fairly quickly, and is certainly not evident at the end of the day, but something is definitely going on. However, I have noticed that using it day after day seems to mitigate its effectiveness. Also, caution must be exercised when using this product in conjunction with a hair-dryer. If I get a little carried away with the dryer, an unfortunate pompadour effect, which takes many minutes and much water to tame, can result. This product has a slightly more medicinal aroma than the others, but still nice and brawny. Grade: (A)

Pert Plus For Men: Deep Cleansing. This is my least favorite of the bunch. It seems to deflate my hair (perhaps because it has cleansed it so very deeply?). Perhaps this product is just intended to be used periodically or something – but as an every day shampoo, I wouldn’t pick it. Sorry Pert Plus, you can’t win them all. Grade: (B-)

Pert Plus For Men: Daily Dandruff. A comment at the outset – I don’t tend to suffer from dandruff. However, I did notice a few flakes on my shoulder one day a few weeks ago, and made a point to employ this product that night and the following day or two. The dandruff was terminated, with extreme prejudice, Pert Plus style. And, my hair looked decent (not as good as on a solid “Thickening” day, but not bad). This product smells a little funky, but so do all dandruff remedies. Grade: (A-)

Pert Plus: Revive and Rejuvenate (With Aloe Vera and Lavender). My my. Pert Plus discovers its softer side. I have to admit, I was skeptical. I have come to lean on the old PP for a lot of things, but being revived and rejuvenated with hints of aloe and lavender isn’t among them. That said, I kept an open mind and slathered it on a few times. A few observations: It smells quite nice, better than the “Just For Men” products, a and leaves my hair feeling very soft and clean. After using it a few times, I read the bottle more carefully and noted that it was intended to treat and protect “color-treated” hair. My hair does not fall into that category, so perhaps my review is irrelevant. Whatever, it made me feel pretty. Grade: (A)

I leave you with a topical anecdote, and then something a bit more serious.

First, this funny Pert Plus related bit:

Older Brother (staying with me over a long weekend, having just used my shower): “You have, um, a lot of shampoo in there.”

Me: “Um, Yeah. I really like hair care products.

This little exchange was made all the more amusing by the assortment of other stuff that lives in my shower (namely a menagerie of rubber ducks, rubber dogs and stick on tropical fish). My bro did not comment upon them.

Now, the serious bit. Slynnro asked me to write this review quite a while ago (as I mentioned above), and like a number of things lately, I let it slide. She wanted me to do this because it would be fun (and hopefully funny) and generally would be a way for me to participate in something that is very important to her (her blog and her readers). I know that, and I appreciate it, but I got busy (ok, very busy) at work, and just never got it done. Generally speaking, being overworked or stressed out or just preoccupied isn’t an excuse – which is something I have to be much more cognizant of. So, Slynnro, this long, strange Pert Plus product review post is dedicated to you (whose heart wouldn’t melt at those words?). I love you with all of my flawed, inscrutable, profoundly frustrating heart. You are without a doubt the best thing to ever happen to me, and the only truly indispensable thing in my life (sorry, Pert Plus). So, I am rededicating myself, here and now, for all the blogosphere to read, to making sure that you know, every day, how very dear you are to me. That is and will be my Numero Uno priority for the rest of my days.

Love,Mr. A

P.S. – Many thanks to whomever it is that sent the Pert Plus. You continue to ensure that I have quick and easy hair that looks great, which is deathly important business.

Edited to Add: Please leave a comment- be patient. I hate haloscan. Don't we want Mr. A to review things all the time?

Wednesday, July 29, 2009

I got nothing.

So, I'm having like, oh THE WORST WEEK EVAR at work. And my in-laws are visiting this weekend. Which isn't terrible per se (we get along just fine), but I'm so worn out from being out of town for an entire week, being in Chicago last weekend, and then the week from hell I'm having right now that even meals at three fine establishments isn't enough to cheer me up for the coming weekend. I would really prefer to crawl in a dark hole. Well, crawl in a dark hole right after I make a stop at J. Crew to pick up these items:

Stretch Wool Olive Dress

Charlie Ruffled Suede Mary Janes

I suppose all this great stuff would be wasted on a hole eh?

And how's your week going?

Sunday, July 26, 2009

So I went to this thing in Chicago....



Oh hello, one picture I managed to take in Chicago. It seems I forgot my camera at home. Luckily, some super cool people did remember their cameras.

Like my new super favorite internet person, Metalia:


whose song stylings and pants-less dancing kept me entertained. People! She made up a song about gluten and Celiac disease to the tune of Cecilia! THE RAW TALENT!

And also Yvonne:

Just prior to the taking of the photo, I shouted "I cannot possibly compete with her boobs." But I did put up a good show.


But dude, Ali Martell? You all think she is so nice? SHE WAS ASHAMED TO BE PHOTOGRAPHED WITH ME:



Unlike Metalia, who went so far as to sneak into the background of photos I was in:


Although, maybe I shouldn't talk:


Eventually, Ali came around:


I have no caption for this next photo. However, I am including it because it is the only photo taken of me where I look like I do not need an eye lift:



I kept saying this was the last year I'd be going. But uh, I'll be back.

Wednesday, July 22, 2009

Outta Here.

Two years ago at this time, I was reading all the posts about BlogHer and thinking to myself "What a bunch of weirdos. Can't these people make friends in the real world?"

Last year at this time, I was freaking out about oh, everything. What to wear, would I like my roommates, would I have a good time, would I get to go to H&M?

And when I got done freaking out, I was making real world friends out of internet friends.




This year, I'm just ready to see people who are now Old Friends. And meet a few real friends I just haven't had the pleasure of meeting yet.

See ya in Chicago?

Monday, July 20, 2009

Apropos of Nothing.

Every night at the gym, one of the TVs is set to Headline News. And every night I see a commercial featuring this woman:


And every night, I have an internal conversation with myself about that mullet.

"Is she serious?" I say.

"She cannot be serious." I say.

"She is actually serious." I say.

People. She's fucking serious.

Sunday, July 19, 2009

First World Problems.

So hey! I have this little bloggy thing, huh? Just as I suspected, failing to post for nearly an entire week has me wanting to continue not to post. But I must fight the blogging lethargy and move forward.

As I mentioned before, last week I was at a conference for work. In spite of myself and my premonitions, I managed to have a LOT of fun. Good food, good drinks, and uh, more really good drinks (God, my law school self misses Mexican Martinis) and some really amusing co-workers adds up to a good time. Who knew?

One more thing that made my trip somewhat better was having my own hotel room. You see, working for a government entity means NO perks. I used to work for an even more impoverished government entity, so I am beyond used to it. When I accompany Mr. A to the occasional work related dinner, I have a good chuckle to myself when I see that the bill could easily pay ya know, my week's salary. Those days are somewhat diminished at big law firms, but Mr. A gets free Diet Coke and sometimes even bagels still, so his benefits are pretty much kicking the ass of anything I get at work. So it was no surprise to me to learn that we were expected to share hotel rooms for the week.

That didn't really mean I wasn't terrified at the prospect. Not because I hate people (I mean, I do, but not that much) but because as a person with Various and Sundry Horrifying Stomach Ailments, that meant potentially exposing one of my co-workers to all manner of embarrassing situations. I think you catch my drift. Not to mention that, oh once a week or so, I tend to have an all night vomit-a-thon for no apparent reason.

So I had to talk to my boss. About the Stomach Situation. You can imagine how fun and awesome that was. I mean, talking about them in somewhat abstract terms is embarrassing enough. But I figure I'd still choose that over allowing a co-worker to ya know, be there for it. Luckily, my boss is a very nice person who didn't make me elaborate too much. And so I was able to (privately) deal with my stomach problems (which did arise) during the week. THANK GOD.

Unfortunately, my tummy ailments hadn't caused the last of their problems this past week. You see, on Tuesday (my birthday), I got a lovely email from Travelocity demanding I call them immediately relating to our September vacation. "This cannot be good," I said to myself.

I was right.

Remember a while back when our hotel went out of business? Well, that apparently also lead to American Airlines cancelling service to the Exuma Islands. Which lead to it being fucking impossible to get there. I called Travelocity, and at first they thought they were going to be able to get me on some other flight. After being on hold for 25 minutes, they told me they could get me to another island that was a mere 143 miles away from Great Exuma.

"Would that be okay?" Travelocity lady asked.

"Sure! I'll just swim that 143 miles. It won't be a problem. Also, ARE YOU KIDDING ME?" I replied.

Now I don't normally try and be terrible to customer service people (I worked at a customer service line for a while in college), but COME ON. Then she got pissy with me, and uh, I may have hung up on her.

So it turns out it would be still possible to get to Exuma using a gathering of several different airlines. Which would require 4 flights and 12 hours of travel. I passed on that option, considering this is only a 5 night trip.

So we were back at square one. 45 days before take off. I was not, however, going to relent. I AM going on vacation September 2.

So after hunting around on the internet, only two real options were available that weren't prohibitively expensive. Grand Cayman (Ritz Carlton) and Turks and Caicos. Which, yes, we've been to twice in the past two years. After much debate, we settled on T&C yet again. Why mess with perfection?

There were 3 available hotels that I would consider staying at, all in approximately the same price range. The Gansevoort, the Regent Palms (where we have stayed twice), and the Somerset on Grace Bay. After even more debate, we selected the Gansevoort. Unfortunately, while we made that selection, I had a deep dark fear based on the photographs of the room and bathroom.

My fear? Glass doors on the potty room.

While this is a legitimate concern for many, especially female, it's a serious fucking fear when you've got tum trubs to the max and spend an inordinate time in the bathroom. And after reading several reviews on Trip Advisor, I found the review that confirmed that my suspicions were correct. Not only were the doors glass (frosted, but apparently see through), but bathroom noises? ECHOED THROUGHOUT THE ROOM.

So I had to tell Mr. A. Gansevoort? Is out. This did not go well. Mr. A offered to leave the room any time I needed to use the facilities. Kind offer, but I declined. I already feel awkward enough about the whole matter. I don't need to draw further attention to it by forcing him to leave every time I put the facilities to use.

More bad news....the Regent Palms was also out. The pool? Closed for renovation during our stay. Now, Mr. A and I are not pool people. Why spend time at the pool when this beach is RIGHTTHERE:


I don't know. But some people are fools. Some people are also irritating and fucking loud and those people? Tend to gravitate to the pool. I like the pools as a means of distraction for the the annoying masses. And with no pool, these fools are going to be all up in my face. Further, I suspect a giant cement hole in the middle of the resort, which will be under construction, will be something of a downer.

So on to third choice. I think we'll survive:


And how are things with you? I have some major catching up to do in Reader.

Monday, July 13, 2009

Feliz Cumpleanos a Mi.

Happy Bastille Day!

And also, ya know, my birthday. I'm 29. Which is weird. But also okay. Without getting all deep and emotional and shit, let me just say this. Every age I've turned, I am okay with. I really haven't ever felt at any point in my life "Oh, I wish I could go back to this age." Every stage, every year, every change has truly been for the better. At 29, I am happy with my husband, my job, my friends, and just about every single aspect of my life. So bring on 30. I honestly don't care.

And since many of you asked, here's what I got:

1. Spa Gift Card from In-Laws with enough dinero for both a massage AND a pedicure. Have I yet mentioned my in laws are awesome gift givers? Because they are.

2. Pandora Earrings, again from the in-laws

3. My perfume. AGAIN, in-laws FTW.

4. My Anthro dress from Mr. A (which will be the ONLY brand new thing I'll be sporting at BlogHer)

5. An iPhone case. Because Mr. A didn't approve of the one I selected for myself.

6. Earrings from Mr. A.

7. A t-shirt from Mr. A.

8. A FunQuarium. Seriously. From the OAF.

9. A Kate Spade bag from my parents.

10. A yummy dinner. And a psychic appointment for this weekend. We bailed due to exhaustion on Saturday.

I'm at a work conference for the week. But luckily, I genuinely love my co-workers, so there are worse ways to pass a birthday. I sincerely wish I could write about my job because these people are awesome.

That's all I've really got for now. Thanks for all the birthday love I've already received!

Thursday, July 09, 2009

Random Fits of Awesomeness! In Other Words, a Very Uncharacteristically Optimistic Post.

But first, another random thought: What is up with dudes at the gym and the 10 minute thinking period between sets with weights? Really? You need THAT MUCH time to recover?The man next to me at the gym tonight was taking 5 minute rests between sets. With weights that were like 5 pounds heavier than mine. My arms? Are twigs. WTF, MEN OF THE GYM?

Soooooooooo, onto the Awesome Things!

First, Saturday night we are celebrating my birthday! With dinner here! (HEAVEN AND HELL CAKE! Totally worth gluten exposure!)

And then totally awesome gifties! I have been told that I got one item on the list and one item that is not on the list. Hmmmmm....

AND THEN! I am going to see a psychic. I've always wanted to, but Mr. A was all Mr. Frowny Pants Mc Laughinmyface whenever I'd mention it. But then I read this post (no one better tell me kids are in my near future), and I was all "Eff you Mr. Mc Laughinmyface! You are taking me to a psychic because it is my birthday and you are going to like it dammit!" So Mr. A did some research and turns out a psychic is at the Hotel ZaZa every weekend (which is incidentally where we got engaged). So I will live out a lifelong dream, AND get a free blog post. SCORE!

Speaking of, posting will be light next week as I will be in Austin for 6 freaking days for work. So if you were interested in making a move on Mr. A, you best be seizing this opportunity.

In other news, today I found out I was selected to be a Gap Brand Enthusiast. And in the info package, I was sent this completely fantastic shirt:

Yes, I know I am too old to wear the Texas on the Ass shorts. Whatevs.

This will be my Official Pajama Shirt for BlogHer 2009, be forewarned totally awesome roomies.

AAAAAAAAAAAND lastly. I've been wanting a Mexican dress to use as a swimsuit coverup. My recent fascination with them was the inspiration for the new blog design. I want the legit Made in Mexico kind, which I am too lazy to find in Dallas. I know exactly where to get them in San Antonio, but have no plans to go there any time soon. BUT! I found a website to a store in Market Square, which is The Place to get your direct from Mexico goods (and yummy Mexican food). Shockingly, they have an online store. The only trouble?


The photographs are all of infant size dresses, so it's somewhat difficult to envision the adult size dress. And I have no idea what a size Medium means in Mexico. So I think I'll be begging my mother in law to bring me on when she visits in August. I also really want this, but again with the sizing issue.

Anyhoo, that's about all I've got today. Happy Friday, peeps!

Tuesday, July 07, 2009

Various Assorted Thoughts.

I really have nothing for a blog post floating around in my brain, so here goes nothing.

1. My first, and most controversial point- I'm sick of hearing about the freaking 30 Day Shred. I've done it. You've done it. We've all done it. I'd leave Mr. A for Jillian Michaels. BLAH BLAH BLAH. I'm about to say something potentially offensive, but people! IT IS ONLY A 20 MINUTE WORKOUT. Get over it. Doing a 20 minute workout isn't the biggest deal in the world. YES I SAID IT. I know! I know! It's hard. When I do it, I sweat like a pig. But IT IS ONLY 20 MINUTES. The end.

2. I'm sick and tired of people making blanket statements about lawyers. ENOUGH ALREADY! Lawyers are money sucking horrible assholes who shouldn't be allowed to walk amongst everyone else. OR NOT. This kind of chatter is especially offensive to me as a genuine public service lawyer. My annual salary is FAR FAR LESS than my student loan balance. After paying considerably on them for nearly 4 years. I am not getting rich off of my law degree, people. Yes, I am fortunate to be married to Mr. A, who has a well compensated legal job. But most of my co-workers? Not so lucky, and yet they do their jobs every day and are still lumped into the same category as everyone else. And for the record, while well paid, Mr. A is not exactly an evil corporate attorney. He works in SEC compliance and sometimes works on mergers and acquisitions. He is hardly helping PG&E hide toxins in your water. Plus, he works a shitload of hours and his hourly compensation is not nearly as fantastical as you might imagine.

3. I don't really get why everyone on Twitter is suddenly Too Cool for School and Michael Jackson. Oh, really? You don't care about the memorial service? Good for you! I personally have found the whole thing quite compelling. And yes, I know there is more important stuff going on in the world. But is it really so awful, or surprising, for this to be getting a large amount of coverage?

4. Dude, Paris Jackson. I saw that clip for the first time at the gym and just about started crying on my damn treadmill.

5. I wish Janet Jackson was MY aunt.

So, what's your beef? And is it with me and my opinions? DO TELL.

Sunday, July 05, 2009

Scenes From a Marriage: My Endless Crunch Ed.

Scene: Slynnro spots Mr. A lying on the floor, arms crossed behind his head, neck lifted off the ground.

What are you doing down there?

One long crunch. Yeah, it’s a new fitness routine I’m developing. It’s called Endless Crunch.

What does Endless Crunch consist of?

One never ending crunch. I’m trying to market it to Billy Blanks.

Screw Billy Blanks. JILLIAN MICHAELS!

I want to annihilate Jillian Michaels.

NO! She is my lesbian girlfriend.

I’m in the process of developing a line of Endless Crunch related products.

What kind of products could you possibly develop for Endless Crunch? It’s just one long crunch.

All kinds of things- t-shirts, protein shakes, yoga mats, exercise mats, a signature line of workout gear. The OAF is actually in the process of creating protoypes.

Oh god, I’ve seen those. He’s keeping them in my closet. The “fitness gear” is one of my t-shirts that he wrote Endless Crunch on with a Sharpie. And the “exercise mats” are just our extra sets of fitted sheets with Endless Crunch scribbled on them.

It’s just a prototype.

I’ve actually got several routines in the works. Perpetual Lunge, Eternal Curl, Forever Squat.

Yeah, I’m really not sure about any of those.

Friday, July 03, 2009

New Digs and an Anniversary!

Click on through and check out my new design from Penny Lane Designs. She came up with this awesome look based solely on my telling her I wanted my blog to look like a Mexican dress. The design also came back super fast and was very affordable!

Today is also mine and Mr. A's engagement anniversary. Happy Anniversary to us!

Wednesday, July 01, 2009

Slynnro Makeover: Round Two.

So welcome to Phase Two of the Slynnro Makeover. See Phase One here.

For this next part of the makeover, we're talking skirts and tops. When I asked Dots what kind things she'd like to accentuate, she mentioned that she doesn't have a very defined waist. This is a problem I can relate to. I have a wider waist, and no hips to speak of. So I have to create definition in my shape. And the best way to do that? Full skirts. (Pencil skirts are actually also my friend- narrow hips + shirt with belt detail = waist! This look will also work for Dots).

After I wrote this entire post, I checked Dot's Flickr Stream, and lo and behold, this is what she was wearing on Monday:


I told you she was already totally cute. But I say take it a step further with fuller skirts:





Flamenco Dot Skirt (for obvious reasons)


Cotton Eliza Skirt

Now what to pair it with? In the look she was wearing earlier this week, she was sporting an Old Navy tee. Nice, affordable option. But if you want to make your look a bit more grown up, try and nice silk tank, or a tee with design accents like these:






Martin and Osa Silk Twist Tee

Martin and Osa, often overlooked, has an amazing selection of dresses tees that are perfect for work or going out.




Ann Taylor Silk Bubble Sleeve Top

And the best part about this look? Pair it with a jacket and you've got an informal suit!

Now shoes....all of these looks can be dressed up or down depending on what shoes you pair them with. I love the Jack Rogers she's sporting in her Flickr pic, but the whole look can be taken up a notch with some fabulous shoes:


Joely Pearlized Patent Peep Toe Pumps

I am in love with these pumps. Not only are they perfect for work, they are great for an evening out as well. Right now I'm all about the pale pink shoe. I have a pair of the Juliet pumps in Dusty Rose and I am currently wearing them out. They are so much more versatile than you might expect.


Cole Haan Carma OT Air Mary Jane

Mary Janes and T-Strap sandals are inherently girlie shoes, perfect for this inherently girlie look.

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