Thoughts on work/life

Good morning, Monday. I spent a long weekend in Asheville, NC and was taken by surprise at just how smitten I was by this little mountain town. More on that later this week. But today I wanted to talk about ambition and how the notion of that word has shifted as I’m closing out another decade.

 For many years, I worked in ad agencies where climbing the requisite ladder was expected. I don’t know about you, but I never felt comfortable with the muckety mucks. I loved being recognized for the work that I did, but I didn’t want to sit in long planning meetings, structuring projects, and angling for position. It had little appeal then, and even less now. So why was I so fixated on what I thought success looked like? Because from my vantage point back then, it was all about getting in with the right people, having cocktails with the in crowd, and obsessively thinking how to always go one step beyond where I was.

 I watched so many of my brilliant friends ascend that ladder, but I always felt stuck in middle earth. Sure, I made it to a bit of a status position- I was called on for my expertise and point-of-view. I was working with and for some of the best minds in the business. But was I on the same track as they were? Not particularly.

 Because for me, ambition has very little to do with the corner office. And everything to do with having the freedom to be creative. And to have the time to work on personal projects and go to the gym at 10 am vs. 5 am. And working with people I respect and who in turn have my back.  It's not about showing up to an office tower but more about showing up for me. For what really makes me feel nourished and above all, sane. I have always wanted to do my own thing- whatever that means, though I suppose that means now more than ever, working on my own terms. 

 And lately I’ve been joking that I’m no longer ambitious. But it’s not that at all.

 Because when you go to a place like Asheville and run into the former oncologist who is now making pottery in a clay-soaked sweater, it makes you think. Or it makes me think about what a lifetime of work looks like now. Did all of that angling get me what I wanted? I guess in a way it did.  Because it showed me what I didn’t want. 

That’s not to say I’m still searching for ways to own my own destiny and work a bit more on freedom and time well spent. So that in a few years maybe I can go to a place like Asheville and just be creative for the heck of it. That’s what being ambitious looks like for me right now. I’m thinking about a future with less ladder climbing, and more taking the time to enjoy the very beautiful view. Work isn't everything, ps. Why do we give it so much space in our brains? Hint- there's all kind of work to do- not just the making money kind. I've noticed maybe my life's work has less to do with what I do with a living and more to do with how I feed my soul? 

 With so much talk of burn out and anxiety gone wild, I wonder if many of you are rethinking what success and ambition look like in a world gone mad and grossly out of balance. Whatever your version, I hope you’re happy and fulfilled doing you. I pulled a great card this morning from my tarot deck that was all about mastery, and I do feel like I’ve reached a level of mastery that allows me to see the world from a spectacular place. I’m hoping to bring that vibe into 2020 and beyond to help guide me whenever I’m feeling defeated or down. 

 Cause that’s what’s up this leaning in or leaning out or looking forward work/life kind of Monday in midtown of all places. Yours, in happy trails and ambitious undertakings. After all, being happy is the most ambitious thing I can think of XO


On ritual

Good morning, Wednesday. It's Fashion Week and nobody seems to care. I did love the Carolina Herrera show as well as Rodarte- the latter always makes me appreciate the fun and creativity in fashion but other than that, there seem to be bigger fish to fry in the world right now. Like how to survive and make sense of all of this chaos.

So lately I've been thinking about the role of ritual in my life. I've noticed that as I'm getting older, it's getting more important. I contribute to the Ageist-  a favorite destination that takes a pro-aging stance and I read with interest the daily routine of David Stewart, its founder. I found it fascinating to see how regimented his day was- like clockwork. From what he ate and drank to when he worked out to when he carved out some extra time for creativity. And then I realized I do the same.

As a young woman I couldn't stand the thought of a routine. I found it all so formulaic and boring and rigid. I also was not terribly goal oriented as a younger person either so perhaps that's why now my routine might make young maven's head spin.

From the gym to the probiotic shake to the supplements to the skincare to the makeup to the creative time before I get to work, it's all planned. Since I've dedicated the past year or so to getting healthier, I find these things ground me and keep me focused. I've also been working with a spiritualist of late to explore tarot and intuition/inspiration and her path is also fascinating- she is known as an urban shaman and she performs rituals all over New York City- from seasonal celebrations like the equinox to birthdays, weddings, and funerals. She is an absolute encyclopedia on how cultures around the globe observe all of the above and as a former anthropology major, I find it all terribly fascinating.

I've never been one for big birthday celebrations and between us, I've feared big rites of passage my entire life. But now I'm seeing the importance of honoring yourself and others and observing and marking these things. To show gratitude and grace and of course, to cope with an otherwise chaotic world.  When working with Donna (the above mentioned shaman), she's talked about how anything can be a ritual where you honor and bless yourself- from applying body lotion after the shower to putting on your favorite perfume. I love that sentiment. Because even though I can't often control how the day is going to go, I can take some time to be mindful in the morning at the very least. And instead of thinking of all these things I have to do before I leave the house as stressful, I think of them as a form of protection and ultimately, sanity. If you're hung up on your routine- try to think of all the things you do as honoring yourself, and if they're not that- don't do them. Sure there are things we all do that we don't love doing, but I think you catch my drift. Even watering your plants is a beautiful ritual. I've been buying more plants lately and though I used to have a black thumb, I'm learning how to give them love and life and they make me so happy when I wake up and when I come home at night.

Caveat- I'm sure you know I don't have children (even though fur babies count). I am aware I have the luxury of not having to get kids ready for school and out the door but I'm sure you parents out there have your own way of ritualizing your day. 

It's funny how the stuff I used to see as uptight and slightly OCD help me so very much. I'm curious how you all feel about this- what are some things you do every day to make some sense and give order to your lives? This blog is a perfect example of that in action- I love writing here and when I don't, I feel like a part of me just isn't there.

And with a big birthday coming up in July, I think I may call on Donna to help me mark another decade around the globe. Otherwise I may just have a party. Or go sit in silence in a cave. Either way, I feel a strong need to honor my birthday this year. It's important to honor yourself. I've always found that sentiment a bit uncomfortable, but it's never felt more crucial than right now. And lest you think it's too self serving, think again. Because if you honor yourself, you can help take care of all the people and things you care about.

Cause that's what's up this ritualistic Wednesday in the 718. Yours, in keeping it together in the chaos. XO


Maven recommends: Suit yourself

Good morning, Monday.

I'd love write a more meaningful post today but alas-I am fresh out. Of meaning that is. Perhaps later in the week. But today- today I'm writing about fashion. Not the awards mind you. Im simply not in the mood though I will say I thoroughly enjoyed the movies nominated- and just watched JoJo Rabbit this weekend which was absolutely delightful. Highly recommend.

Anyhoo, I wanted to talk to you about suiting because for me, it's kind of the new version of wearing a dress. I know it's totally the opposite but bear with me. 

For years dresses were my explicit domain. Short, midi, long. Solids and prints. Every varietal of fabric from silky to stretchy to sweatery. I love dresses because- well- one piece.

But lately as I've been recalibrating my wardrobe, I'm in a two piece state of mind. 

Suiting is my new favorite thing. I love wearing masculine silhouettes- somehow it feels very feminine to me in the best of ways. I feel strong, powerful, and stylish. 

And lest you think I want to wear something that feels like business time, wrong. I think suits can be really casual and creative yet so put together.

Case in point- this very comfortable option from local favorite, Meg. This suit feels like sweats (pictured here on their Insta), and I mean that in the best of ways. I tried it on and somehow it feels Japanese and slouchy and super cool. I'm dreaming of it.

Plus this one from Universal Standard is so slick in ponte, and love the updated crop of the pants. I'd wear this as much as possible- with everything from flat sandals to suede Adidas.

Both of these aren't overly mannish, mind you. But a current muse is photographer Mei Tao, whose suited silhouette featured in the Cut last week had me at hello. So chic.

Wear the pants, ladies. Wear the damn pants. And the jacket. That too.

Cause that's what's up this suitable Monday in the 212. Yours, in buttoning up. XO

Brooklyn Beauty Watch: Shopping at Shen Beauty

Good morning, Wednesday. I have yet another cold for the love of the Lord.  I can't seem to get well this winter. At all.But you know what always makes me feel better than 24 hours under the cover? Good beauty products. No for real. I love them.

So I was happy to move a stone's throw away from one of my favorite beauty and skincare destinations, Shen Beauty. Shen is on Court Street in Carroll Gardens (about to move closer to Atlantic in the old Nature's Grill space if you know the neighborhood) and they stock the very best selection of clean beauty around. Plus everyone who works there is super helpful and fun and their service menu is equally divine (facials, waxing, etc.). All in all- a lovely retail experience.

And since I'm trying to go clean when it comes to my products, I love that mostly everything at Shen is free of bad stuff and generally better for the Earth. And it does not come cheap, but I have truly loved everything I've purchased from them. Here are a few of my favs:

Dr. Barbara Sturm glow drops. I had my eyes on this product for a while but didn't want to pony up the fundage. Since I write a lot for skincare I know this line very well- one of the better dermatologist brands on the market and a huge success for its science first approach. Obscenely expensive- but excellent. I love these drops that you put over your foundation or layered over moisturizer to give you that beautiful lit from within look. I swear I'm walking around in perpetual candlelight. Love. Worth the money.

Haoma Nourishing Cleansing Balm. This little balm of mine...is so great. I wear makeup and I need something to get it all the heck off. Micellar water is lovely but doesn't quite deep clean. This lovely balm has a bit of a jelly like texture but grabs even the heavy duty stuff off your face. And the packaging is pretty so has good shelf appeal.

The Roen warm palette-  I adore this gorgeous vegan palette from Roen. I'm not one for shimmery glittery things anymore but this palette can be dabbed on with your fingers for a fabulously natural yet fun look. I also love layering in a few dabs of any of these colors with some of my powder shadows for a bit of glimmer. So beautiful. 

Cinnamon Projects Incense Sticks. I love incense and I particularly love Japanese incense. These sticks deliver maximum Kyoto vibes without the jet lag. Divine. And again- gorgeous packaging for the packaging nerds in the audience. 

Volar Body Essence Body Oil. Winter in New York means cozy sweaters and hot cocoa, but it also means dry as f skin. I have always loved old brownstones but know what I don't love? Radiator heat. Oy it does a number on the skin. This body lotion is fabulous and smells like a dream (it comes in three scents but I love this one). I use this interchangeably with any of my regular body lotions and it's fantastic. Best to use when still damp from a shower. Makes the whole bathroom smell glorious too. I came home from work the other night and could still smell it. Divine. Not at all sticky or tacky. Big ups.

I could keep going as Shen stocks many of my most coveted brands- Gucci Westman,  Vintner's Daughter, Augustinus Bader.  Plus they have lovely candles and gifts for all of your chic friends and family. Just wanted to give a shout out to one of my favorite shops- love that they are independent and down the street from Sephora yet somehow miles away in terms of what they offer. One of the best in the boroughs and beyond. Should you ever want to join me on a Shen safari, I'm game. It's a very quick commute. 

Cause that's what's up this doing it clean kind of Wednesday in the 212. Yours, in Brooklyn beauty. XO


Shen is located at 315 Court Street.

I'm almost 50. And I give a fuck.

Good morning, Friday. It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood, particularly because I'm still in bed. This week was a bit of a thing and I'm happy for a few precious moments of down time with the dog. He's currently snuggled in and for the moment, there's no chaos.

So this week I read a piece someone on Facebook posted from Scary Mommy abut being in your 40s and geared to not giving an f. The tone of the piece was salty and angry but not tone deaf entirely. It was just about not putting up with bullshit people or gigs or anything at this stage in the game. I can relate to that. I'm sure you can, too.

And though that "not giving a single f" has worked its way into our popular vernacular, it's an angry sentiment I'd imagine someone like Bethenny Frankel saying on repeat. No offense to her, but she's not exactly a peaceful warrior. And that's where my head needs to be.

Sidebar- I'm angry about plenty believe me. Most of that has to do with politics. But this whole notion of not giving an f is kind of silly. Because as I stand on the edge of my 50th year, I have to say- I give a f.  I give lots of f's.

I give a f about working with people who respect the expertise and talent I bring. 

I give a f about taking care of my body and mind.

I give a f about the future of this country and the world.

I give a f about trusting my intuition and letting it guide me even when insecurity or fear wants to drive.

I could easily say I don't give an f about being overly ambitious at this phase in life, but the real sentiment is I give an f to the fact that life is short and I'm no longer interested in climbing to the top of some imaginary corporate ladder because I give an f about my sanity and ethics and sense of balance. Oh, and I give an f about being fair, kind, and compassionate. I saw a meme recently that said "the key to happiness is to not give a fuck". That just felt so wrong to me. Donald Trump doesn't give a fuck. You most likely do. More of the latter please. 

Trust me, I like the punk rock vibe of not giving an f- but the collective anger and angst is taking a toll on society and I for one am more interested in giving an f vs. not giving one. 

Recently I took a short gig over a weekend that ended up being a time and energy suck. I knew before I said yes I should be saying no, but I did it anyway. Turns out it was not a good fit and I was frustrated as hell over it. And though I could easily slip into an idontgiveafuckaboutthesepeopleorbeingcooloranythingofthesort I instead chose to think about it as oh- I do give a fuck. About not working with people who make me feel crappy. Or give bad direction. Or spin my wheels. Because I give a fuck about my time and how it's spent. Because every second counts from here on out.

So instead of adding to this giant swirling ball of anger, I'm choosing to care about the stuff that matters most. And if you need me to give a fuck about you, I can easily do that too. Chances are,  I do already.  I think the whole not giving an f and giving an f are very similar actually. It's just about making time for the amazing things life has to offer vs. the ones that bring you the f down. I just thought a shift in thinking was needed.

Cause that's what's up this staying positive kind of Friday in the 718. Yours, in care bear thoughts from under the duvet. XO


  

It's Wednesday. Do you know where your pearls are?

Good morning, Wednesday. It's chilly and sunny and I'm in the mood for Belle And Sebastien and hot tea with milk. Cozy.

So recently I've been exploring some deeper sides of my spirituality and thinking about how much that affects how we present to the world. I've always appreciated style and fashion and can't imagine not expressing that somehow.  At a recent psychic reading (don't hate), my reader told me I should be listening to a lot of opera and wear loads and gobs of pearls. Needless to say, I jumped on the latter.I"m still futzing about with the opera. It's not really my bag but I'm open.

And just last night I was on my way home from the city and passed a shop way down in Chinatown that sold strands and strands of pearls. There were double strands. Triple strands. Quadruples even. I stopped dead in my tracks and felt drawn in, like a magnet. It's pearls I need. I'm sure of it.

Oh and my newest crush and obsession Harry Styles has been wearing pearls and I can't take how confident and chic it is on him. He's kind of the best.

I've had a long history with pearls, by the way. I know I'm not really the preppy type but I have worn a single strand of modest pearls given to me by my father for much of my adult life- lately I'll pair them with a punkish gold locket necklace to give them some edge. And I found a gorgeous, double strand necklace of vintage Barbara Bush sized  pearls in Miami that I love to wear with something high necked. Plus my pearl studs from J.Crew are a regular occurrence in my ear lobes. I don't wear a ton of earrings but if I do I tend to go with something simple like pearl studs. And on my wedding day, in Vegas my husband gave me the most beautiful Mikimoto black pearl drop necklace with a small diamond on top. So gorgeous and so timeless on something low necked. So as you can see, I've always loved the quiet and delicate elegance of pearls, and as you go up in size they can even become more whimsical and fun. 

Anyway, these pearls from Tiffany came across my feet today on The Cut- a dead stop. They are so modern and cool and I just love them to bits. Tiffany and pearls? Kind of a no brainer. Well done. PS- they were designed to "capture the spirit of the women of New York".  Good stuff.

Here's a few other ways to give power to the pearls. Lovely, aren't they?

I adore this pearl embellished sweater from & Other Stories. I'd do it with leather pants to toughen it up a bit. I tend to do that with pieces that feel too girly. The black is sold out but I love the cream for real. And it's on sale.

A jewelry brand I've had my eye on (and drool over on the regular) is Sophie Buhai. She does a modern take on pearls like no other. I want this necklace almost as much as I want to be independently wealthy. It's STUNNING. And though not cheap, it's a good price for something of this stature. LOVE. OBSESSED. 

And for you non-trad types, freshwater pearl seems to be trending quite a bit of late. Who remembers the Biwa pearl moment of the 80s? Somehow these give you the feeling of being somewhere sunny and warm, but most of all, they're perfectly on trend. 

This bracelet from J.Crew is so fab. I love it so as a layering piece or just on its own wrapped around a long sleeved black turtleneck.Cashmere. Duh.

And this Nicholas Kirkwood pump is so subtle and fabulous and cool. I'd rock these with fine fishnets or with a boyfriend jean. So good.

Here's a few other inspo images from the streets. I love pearls to pieces. You should, too, They're not just for country clubs anymore, kittens. Cause that's what's up this precious Wednesday in the 212. Yours, in pearly whites, blacks, and everything in between. XO

Maven must have: The perfect shrunken sweatshirt

Good morning, Tuesday. So this past weekend was supposedly some sort of seismic astrological moment and despite being sick with yet another cold, I felt pretty great. i was expecting to feel like an emotional hurricane on ten tabs of acid but nah. Nothing out of the ordinary. Keep calm and carry on and them.

So let's talk clothes.

Lately I've been looking at my closetful of dresses and feeling lackluster. I have been a dress girl for so many seasons and now they are leaving me a little bit cold. I find myself drawn to more of a tomboy silhouette- pants, blazers, sneakers. And one item I've been coveting of late is a really great sweatshirt. Look at my pal Shalom above. OMG.

One of the joys of walking around New York and Brooklyn is seeing the tremendously good style. Arguably it used to be better, but perhaps I'm just not in sync with millennial vibes. But if you are an observer and dedicated follower, you've no doubt noticed the cute sweatshirt thing happening. I'm seeing a ton of overly cropped kind of boxy iterations, but that's not quite my jam. I like the ones that channel Phoebe Philo when she was at Celine. Chic and simple and  an advocate of separates. I'm not the girl wearing an oversized sweatshirt and no pants- or doing that rather strange oompa loompa silhouette Kim K. does when she rocks head to toe sweats. Non. Not for me.

I've been buying my husband some version of the classic grey crewneck sweatshirt almost every year for his birthday because he loves a good sweatshirt and now, so do I.  But make no mistake- this ain't your oversized Champion hoodie of your Kappa Alpha Theta days. For me, the best iteration that is very 2020 is a slim, slightly cropped version. Case in point- this Everlane number is calling my name. I love it in navy with black wide leg trousers and black sneakers. It's super chic and somehow dressed up without trying at all. Think of it as you would a great shrunken cashmere crewneck. Same thing, different era. Yes I know I crap on Everlane but this piece is super cute. 

Would look great with just about everything- under a glen plaid blazer, with a moto jacket and a pleated skirt to the knee. I love it most in navy but some of the other colors cute too- just sharp and smart in the navy in my humblest opinion.

A great and basic and inexpensive (under 50 bucks) way to give a little boost to your midwinter wardrobe. Cute, non?

Cause that's what's up this tomboyish Tuesday in the 212. Yours, in separates but equals. XO

On big birthdays (and bigger parties)

Good morning, Thursday. Oy vey to the first week back meshugas. It's a bit much, innit?

So I'm fortunate to have been born in a year that starts a decade, and this year I turn the big 5-0. It's amazing to me that when I have these big birthdays marked by new decades for me, it's a new decade for the world as well. That's pretty serendipitous right?

And turning 50 has me stressed. not because it means getting old, getting hot flashes, or any assorted things that could occur. But because turning such an auspicious age requires a bit of ritual. In the form of a soiree. Or a big trip. Or something indulgent or delicious or spiritually motivated. And because I am who I am, I have always looked at the world's best party as the mark of how to celebrate. Truman Capote's Black and White Ball, pictured at the top of this post. Bianca Jagger on horseback at Studio 54. And of course, the very epic Malcom Forbes bash in Tangiers, Morocco (photos above), where his lavish digs played host to the likes of Liz Taylor. This was in 1989 and somehow, I remember it like yesterday as I'm a bit of a party nerd. I love the glam, epic blowouts of a historic nature. Sue me.  At the time, his lavish lifestyle was a point of fascination to me- looking back now and realizing they sailed on the Lady Ghislaine (yes named for that Ghislaine) and was mostly filled with 80s era Republicans? Not so much. 

And in my mind, I remembered this particular soiree being held in honor of Mr. Forbes's 50th birthday. So it caused me panic. Do I need to go big for my 50th? A Moroccan sojourn with all my nearest and dearest? Would Khan (my divine pup) need a kaftan? Scratch that. Several kaftans. Not to mention the number of kaftans I'd require...

Thing is, I am not a woman who enjoys self-celebration. It embarrasses me completely. I have rarely if ever held a birthday party for myself, and when I did, it made me feel weird. Don't think this is any kind of self-loathing. It's just I'm not the type to toot my own horn.  Plus I hate putting people out or forcing them to celebrate ME. I know they want to, but you know what I mean. 

But 50 feels different somehow. Because I'm clear and I'm happy and I'm grateful to be here and I am unequivocally, unapologetically ME. And lately I've been exploring a more spiritual approach to life handling that has led to an interest in ritual. And how rituals and celebrations to mark big occasions is important. And beautiful. And why should I hide myself from the world? So as this magical year of 50 comes full circle, I'll be thinking of how I can go big in my very own, mavenesque way. I may just decide to be quiet. But I doubt it. Chances are, the right ritual will come to me, guided by my beloved intuition and card carrying sense of self.  No passport required for that, ps.

Oh and as for Malcom Forbes and that crazy, money dripping shindig? It was for his 70th. Quel relief. If I start saving now, you're all invited to Morocco in 20 years. If you are curious about this iconic party, read this fab archival piece from the Washington Post here. So good. A favorite excerpt here:

"The guests will have their hands washed with fragrant water before dinner," said Ruth Schwartz, the events planner responsible for all the arrangements, which required seven trips to Morocco from New York. "We have silverware for fastidious Americans, but we hope they'll dig in with their hands." Dinner was a great leveler. At least the cliques that had formed Friday were temporarily disbanded. Designer Calvin Klein and wife Kelly of the too-cool-for-words clique, who flew in on Rolling Stone Editor Jann Wenner's jet, had been hanging out with writer Fran Lebowitz and Barry Diller, the head of 20th Century Fox, but when they arrived at Forbes's party, by lottery they were handed tent assignments for dinner that didn't put them together. Not pleased".

Cause that's what's up this ritualistic Thursday in the magical 212. Yours, in decadent decades. Party on. XO



The Globes: Not so Golden at this moment in time

Good morning, Monday. Had a snowy little vignette this am when I woke up- not enough to be annoying but just enough to be a sweet reminder of the season. I don't mind.

So last night was the Golden Globes and Gervais was funny and the dresses were nice and Jen and Brad were in the same room and Gwyneth is kind of in a bikini/gown and what is up with J. Lo's Christmas dress and who is her stylist and why does Michelle Williams look so grave and omg Patricia's boobs blah blah blah ad infinitum. 

I am so so tired of these awards shows. I understand the need for a distraction from all of the horrid things happening in the world but the vapid nature of the whole thing makes my stomach hurt. The tears, the "humility", the actor as God complex vibe. I can't.

I love movies and I love fashion but it just feels extremely out of touch to have these flashy, self congratulatory events. I may be a Scrooge but wouldn't all of that money be better spent on, oh I dunno, PEOPLE PLACES AND THINGS that need some help??? Enough.

 Incidentally, if I did have a favorite look or two, I'd pick Phoebe Waller-Bridge. And even better she is auctioning off that suit to help the situation in Australia. More, please. 

To me, that level of  narcissistic glamour is just so inane and Dadaesque.  The lavishness. The superficiality. It's not where my head is right now, and it's definitely not where my heart is either. If you still love it, that's great.  I'm tapped into a different frequency at present and that's that. Even though I loved so many of the movies and shows nominated, the pomp is vulgar.

So sorry, friends. No round up. I'm not in the mood. I wrote about discernment last week and I'm continuing with that theme- becoming more of a mantra, really. The self-congratulatory skeleton parade is not for me at this moment in time. The energy it takes for everyone to participate in these things could surely be better spent. In fact, it feels distasteful. How much praise does one ego need? The need for validation when you are already worshipped and adored seems just so yuck. Surely I'm not the only one who feels this way?

Cause that's what's up this moving into 2020 kind of Monday with a different vibe. Yours, in priorities. XO



Maven pick: The sale at Antik Batik is tres bien.


Good morning, Friday. TGIIF.  It's all back to life, back to reality around here.

And just because I'm laying low on my shopping doesn't mean you have to, also. And one of my favorite labels, Antik Batik, is having a nice little sale- think French girl boho chick all the way but for a lot less cher than Isabel Marant. Boho as an ageless and timeless appeal I really have always loved. And though I'm craving a bit more tailoring than flow these days, I still love the classic cool of these pieces.

Here are a few favorites, just in case you need some retail therapy to go with all of your resolutions.

This simply chic little dress comes in burgundy and cream and has that perfect je ne sais quoi vibe the French girls pull off 24/7. This is a go everywhere dress- love it styled with boots, flats, or heels.

This scarf has a menswear vibe I love to go with all of that great suiting out there. Great over a denim shirt too.

Pretend it's still the holidays with this very glam jumpsuit. Very Studio 54 vibes and a great way to get through the gloom of winter.  Incidentally, that look at the top of the page is so good. Both pieces also on sale. Gold leather pants? Oui, merci.

This pink corduroy dress is just the sweetest and has that Belle du Jour feeling. It comes in a few colors and I'd love to have several of them to suit my mood. Adorable with a flat or an oxford. I don't like how they have it styled online with a messy hiker. Non, merci.

I've been wearing more pants lately but don't have enough tops, which is problematic when you wear pants.  Love the look of this metallic threaded number- fab with black jeans or black trousers and a high heeled bootie.

There's so many more amazing pieces on sale, but had to add this sweater coat which reminds me of something my mom wore in the 70s and I absolutely adored. This is just so chic and glam and pretty all at once.

So do a little shopping for me, would you? I love to live vicariously through all of you sexy kitties out there. Cause that's what's up this Francophile of a Friday in the 212. Yours, in Parisian chic just in time for the freakin' weekend. XO