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.

My feet are very wide with high arches and skin that blisters if you look at it funny (not to mention the crappy knees and ankles I inherited from my father), so cheap shoes are really not an option for me, ever. Arch support costs money.

(The shoes I wear every day are $225 Murtosas, and worth every penny.)

But David layered the living crap out of it, and it's unbelievably light and bouncy.

Long live the Layer! The hair looks great by the way (from what I can see on the little CBS site picture). Gorgeous color! Makes me want to go dark again.

I have haircut envy. I want Brittany's 'do, too.

Sadly, I told my stylist to give me the same cut as last time (I forgot the pictures of the new style I wanted to try) and she ended up taking WAY WAY too much off the back. It will grow out quickly, I'm sure and I can live with the results until then.

GAH! Owen has entered the clinging stage and it's driving me bugfuck. He cries when I sit him down. He cries when I lay him on the changing table to change his diaper and he cries when I sit him in his high chair. And it's not just crying, it's accompanied by a little huffy hissy fit and arching of the back. I can usually calm him down with a few low, stern words and distracting him with a toy but man, oh, man did he suddenly develop a serious 'tude.

We're showered and changed but still here (obviously). I'm printing up the patterns for the stuff we're having embroidered.

I didn't get to see the show, and I'm sure all the pro's choices were great, but the thing that slays me is Deb's expression in the 'after' photo. Talk about hawt!

Hair, clothes, colors, fabrics...all affected. That inner energy? Fabulous!

Geez this thread is moving fast today.

I'm hoping the tivo caught deb's thing. I wanted to get up and watch it while doing sit ups or something, but was too tired this morning.

I wish I had more time to join in on the clothes talk. I have easily spent over $100 on things, occasionally $200, rarely but not never $300, anything over that I just cant afford (but I probably would spend it if I could). I'm very lucky though to be able to get things at ultra bargain prices.

I just spent $140 for a pair of Beautifeels. They are the *only* pair of high heels I've ever worn to an evening party and come home with happy feet. Now that I'm in the years of plantar fascitis, the thin unconstructed slippers I used to love are No Longer An Option.

I've had two Coach bags and they wear like iron. The problem is that I've outgrown them; I bought them small on Jess's theory that then I'd carry less, but it didn't work out that way. Once you layer a major wallet, a checkbook, a pouch with medication, a cell, a purse brush, and a Pilot, small no longer makes sense.

Simon Weitzman

Stuart Weitzman, you mean?

I lvoe his shoes. I occasionally find them at Nordstrom Rack, marked down to a nice reasonable $50 or $50. Ditto Donald Pliner.

Jeepers. I'm still awake.

Betsy, I wish you'd talk some sense into my twin sister. She still insists on carrying a small purse but won't give up her essentials. Which consist of SEVEN shades of lipstick, cell, palm, checkbook, mirror, etc. She asked me to get her nail file out of her purse once and I had to remove every item to get to it at the bottom. Stupid purse. She refuses to see reason.

Betsy, I have a Coach bag or two. My enormous hobo-satchel thing is my favourite, Nic got it for me as a birthday present at the Coach outlet in Palm Springs en route to Vegas, it cost $139 down from $370, and will probably outlast things that can be carbon dated. My problem with it is, the damned thing is heavy when empty. Full of stuff?

It's like wearing a Le Creuset stockpot over one shoulder.