Bonne Annee

Where I will be until next year!







Au Revoir!

Fair la fete heureux!

xx

Christmas at Macy's

Winter in NYC

First major snow storm in NYC last weekend and the worst I have ever seen the city!

The Hunt for the perfect dress

Now that St. Barths is in a mere 16 days (OMG!) the hunt for the perfect dress continues. I spent all day Sunday in and out of every major store in New York City (Bloomingdales, Saks, Bergdorf's, Intermix, Barney's, Calypso) just to name a few. I could not find anything that was right. It seems that whatever cruise wear the stores received, which is very minimal this year, is too dark, too Palm Beach, too New Years in NYC or just plain not what I am looking for. Does that make sense? Anyway, below are some of the dresses I tried on, and loved, but were still just not right.

Let me know what you think!

J'adore


I DIE! Yup, I said it...




LOVE this dress!

Technically still Fall in NYC

15 Days until Christmas!

Carriage outside the Plaza.

The Set Up

You know your love life is pathetic when your mother is desperately trying to set you up. Seriously, I think my mother trumps anyone else when it comes to trying to find me a date, and she's not even Jewish! But, I guess an Italian mother is just as bad.

My mother is convinced that my soul mate is the weekend weather man on channel 7 news. She has even gone as far as to not only email him, but to call Michelle Charlesworth, a reporter for ABC news, to discuss how I would be perfect for him. Seriously, you can't make this up. Too bad she found out that he is now engaged.

Last week she told me that she gave my number out to two people in one day. One to a woman she just met so that she can set me up with her son and the other to her shoemaker. Yes, that's right, my mother is now having her shoemaker set me up. Apparently he wants to set me up with some physical therapists son. Keep in mind that this shoemaker has never even met me, yet he knows better than I do who would be right for me.

I think she is trying to tell me something, but I am not taking the hint.

Pick Me a Winner

My best friend from college, Jenny, is home in CT for the long holiday weekend. Her boyfriend Tony is the sweetest guy ever. Listen to this: He is staying at his friend Steve's house for the night. In preparation for her arrival, the two of them are baking Jenny's mother pies, PIES for Thanksgiving! How freaking adorable is that? What guy do you know that would do something like that? Not many, I can tell you that much.

Now, herein lies my question. How come you have to live in LA in order to meet a great guy in NYC? I swear it is damn near impossible....maybe it's because all the girls in LA are sweeping them up! Or could it be that there are just none left? God, I hope not. This just may have reaffirmed my desire to move to California.


Am I wrong?

xx