Wasn’t that a delightful week? It was, indeed. It started to cool down, just a slight bit, which makes me believe fall will still happen, and we won’t be forced to suffocate and burn our thighs on hot leather seats forever.
I believe I’ve fully launched my blend of food and fashion, with quite a lot of self-banter embedded, and I’d love your feedback. What does that mean, for a neophyte coder yet hearty internet-enthusiast like me? Why, a poll, of course. Do you like the blend of food and fashion? Do you want more food? More fashion? More something-else? I’ll do something-else, oh, will I! Just wait until your father gets home…
Now that you’ve either broken my heart or made me fall just a little bit in love with you, shall we review this thirty-third week of the year two-thousand-twelve?
On Monday, I dove deep into blazers 101, decoding fall’s staple trend piece into ways that will work for you.
On Tuesday, I talked about how to wrestle a boyfriend blazer into being sexy. I came out victorious; this is by far my favorite new date night outfit–sheer singlet, sweetheart bustier, high waist skinny jeans, stellar pumps, boyfriend blazer.
On Thursday, I taught you
all about shellfish how to make the simplest, most spectacular Italian dish with clams, linguine con le vongole.
On Friday, I addressed a reader’s concern about going braless. What’s the best way to ditch the contraption with class?
What’s in store for next week? Baked brie, Chick-fil-A copycat nuggets–better for you, for so many reasons, my bikini diet, and my one request for the fashion gods. Don’t touch that dial.0