Huh. Cothing items which have required significant outlays, include a variety of leather jackets (some in the $500 range. I've got the same Banana Republic one that Tony Soprano wore in the early seasons), suit jackets (the really nice Italian one I had started at $600, marked to $300 for the Nordstrom's once-a-year sale, then I used $150 in gift cards to make it affordable), overcoats (my black trenchcoat was retailing at $250 or so, but I got it at the factory outlet for $125), and shoes (my Kenneth Cole dress shoes were probably $200 or so, and my current ones I got at Nordstrom Rack, half off and still about $100).

In short, I try to leverage sales, gift cards and outlet stores to invest in wardrobe cornerstones which tend to last a fairly long time. (I've had the black trenchcoat for 12 years, and it still looks great.) I work in downtown San Francisco in fancy offices, however, so I need to be fairly presentable.

There used to be one perfume that not only didn't trigger instant wheezing and blinding headache, but that I could actually wear: Bal a Versailles, by Jean Desprez. The bottle label is a tiny miniature of Marie Antoinette (the perfume was commissioned by her and for her), by, I think Fragonard (probably off on that - I suck at the French romantic painters).

Alas, it now makes my head fall off and my lungs fall out and smells like sewage on me. Damn it.

Cindy, nearly forgot, the hair - if pulled out to its non-wavy length, is at the crook of my shoulder. But David layered the living crap out of it, and it's unbelievably light and bouncy. I trust him - he knows what he's doing. He took one look and said, we can't do short around your face - you need body and movement.

I honestly nearly did blow the producer's directions on the intro, because I glanced at the cheering section and the first words to come into my head were "Oooooooh! I love JZ's colour!"

edited for typos. Lordy, I'm tired.

CBS' page for Deb's makeover.

I'm so sad I forgot to tape it!

I bought a pair of Simon Weitzman boots (black) with kitten heels for *gulp* $500. They'll last me forever though.

My fortune cookie contained no fortune. I don't know what that is supposed to mean.

Grrr. The place that we were having my mom's 60th birthday party has screwed up beyond belief. When will I learn that people are stupid and to never assume anything.

Hee, Kathy, no worries.

I have only extremes when it comes to clothing and/or shoe purchases. I'll buy things insanely cheap and on sale (and I'm really, really good at finding the bargains) or I'll spend a ton. I have $15 shoes, and $100 shoes, but I'll probably never have $40-$50 shoes.

Not as crazy as it sounds, though. For something good quality, that I adore, I'm willing to shell out the bucks. For mid-range stuff, I'm generally pretty damn sure I can find something just as good for a lot less, so I don't go there.

If I had bought a pair of Simon Weitzman boots for $500 and they didn't last forever, I'd beat Mr. Weitzman to a pulp with the kitten heels.

(Tell me to go away. I have an overdue article that I'm diligently not writing.)

Ginger, go write! (then come back)

Me? I shall lunch, then I shall take the long and perilous road to the Rexall.

Damn. I was on the road to work when Deb was on CBS.

I wonder if Aimee remembered to watch it?

along with Evangelista being WAY too effusive for such an ungodly hour,

And bear in mind, the hour was more ungodly than you think.

He started being that effusive at three-frelling-thirty A.M. Also, he kept singing a little song and doing a little dance, and I never knew the right reply. "Take it back, take it back!"

The outfit was genius in person. That's the best hair I've ever seen on Deb.