So it took me a few weeks after the premiere, but I finally saw the big screen quencher to my long Sex and the City dry spell. Of course, like any true SATC groupie, I came out ridiculously overdressed for a night out in a dark room where every person's attention is on the screen in front of them. Out came the first Manolos I purchased in the big city, a stone embellished masterpiece disguised as 3-1/2 inch stilletos, carefully preserved in the original, deceptively plain black and white box. I've only worn them once as I can only fight back the tears of pain for a blister short of an hour. But just as Job brokered his piece of real estate in Christian heaven by enduring years of suffering, perhaps I too am earning my way to the endless walk-in closet in the sky. My favorite moment was, what else, when Carrie opens the (double) doors to the closet that Mr. Big built for her. A collective orgasmic gasp slipped from the mouths of every woman (and let's face it, some anatomically male New Yorkers). Its glowing beauty choked me up far beyond my first viewing of the Mona Lisa at the Louvre or the corniest holiday Hallmark commercial.
All this brought back memories of my very own SATC moment. Confess, what woman has not casted her own group of friends as one of the main characters in the event HBO decided to produce the reality version of the show. Anyhow, I was leaving work, teetering my way to the F train in an Italian wood heeled piece acquired from Chuckies on the Upper East Side (by the way, they carry less published but very edgy European labels). At the corner of 63rd and 3rd Ave., a gentleman approached me and effusively lauded me on my fashionable footwear and obvious sense of style. He then offered to take me shopping for even more shoes. For just a flash, I contemplated taking him up on his offer. What if this was my cosmic reward for years of shuffling in Payless shoes? Although he looked to be a Wall Street type, well heeled in a tailored suit and carrying a rich dark leather briefcase, his level of enthusiasm was a foot ( clever pun intended) over this side of normal- here was a man with a fetish. So I hesitantly declined. Of course, to invoke Newton's third law of motion, "Every action has an equal and opposite reaction." So, as a balance to this moment of feminine glory, I offer a series of unfortunate events. While I was creating my profile for this www page of superficial rants, I decided it to share a picture of the "Will work for shoes" t-shirt (see bio). I had my buddy take a picture, sans identifying features, which I then attempted to post. For some some reason, there was a glitch. So, I cashed in on one of my lifelines and phoned a friend for help- the initimable V. I attached the file to email and awaited a reply. She wrote back with the solution- my buddy, who is relatively technology challenged, had taken a video snippet instead of a still photo. As requested, he did leave out identifying headshots, but inadvertently included a below the equator shot of my red, black polka-dotted underthings. And thus, I came an upload error short of exposing myself to my online readers, who for now are only composed of friends and family. Mr. Newton's laws continue to govern in the modern world.
Some last words: this time of year does not offer a real dearth of sample sales, but here are a few that are worth checking out, an edited list from my multiple shopping tip sites:
LaRok sample sale - very rock'n roll sexy, form conscious
8/5/2008-8/7/2008
Tue 8am-8pm Wed-Thu 10am-8pm
145 West 18th St (btwn 6th & 7th Aves.)New York, NY 10011
(212) 388-0339
Armani Exchange- Urban Outfitters with a slightly larger bank account, metal and glitter heavy
8/9/2008
Sat 9:30am-3pm While supplies last
125 Enterprise Ave. SouthSecaucus, NJ 07094
(201) 348-3343
Cash only
ABS - Designer knockoff dresses and gowns up to 75% off retail + Designer denims
8/6/2008- 8/10/2008
Wed-Sun 11am-7pm
129 Prince St.(btwn Wooster & W. Broadway) New York, NY
All this brought back memories of my very own SATC moment. Confess, what woman has not casted her own group of friends as one of the main characters in the event HBO decided to produce the reality version of the show. Anyhow, I was leaving work, teetering my way to the F train in an Italian wood heeled piece acquired from Chuckies on the Upper East Side (by the way, they carry less published but very edgy European labels). At the corner of 63rd and 3rd Ave., a gentleman approached me and effusively lauded me on my fashionable footwear and obvious sense of style. He then offered to take me shopping for even more shoes. For just a flash, I contemplated taking him up on his offer. What if this was my cosmic reward for years of shuffling in Payless shoes? Although he looked to be a Wall Street type, well heeled in a tailored suit and carrying a rich dark leather briefcase, his level of enthusiasm was a foot ( clever pun intended) over this side of normal- here was a man with a fetish. So I hesitantly declined. Of course, to invoke Newton's third law of motion, "Every action has an equal and opposite reaction." So, as a balance to this moment of feminine glory, I offer a series of unfortunate events. While I was creating my profile for this www page of superficial rants, I decided it to share a picture of the "Will work for shoes" t-shirt (see bio). I had my buddy take a picture, sans identifying features, which I then attempted to post. For some some reason, there was a glitch. So, I cashed in on one of my lifelines and phoned a friend for help- the initimable V. I attached the file to email and awaited a reply. She wrote back with the solution- my buddy, who is relatively technology challenged, had taken a video snippet instead of a still photo. As requested, he did leave out identifying headshots, but inadvertently included a below the equator shot of my red, black polka-dotted underthings. And thus, I came an upload error short of exposing myself to my online readers, who for now are only composed of friends and family. Mr. Newton's laws continue to govern in the modern world.
Some last words: this time of year does not offer a real dearth of sample sales, but here are a few that are worth checking out, an edited list from my multiple shopping tip sites:
LaRok sample sale - very rock'n roll sexy, form conscious
8/5/2008-8/7/2008
Tue 8am-8pm Wed-Thu 10am-8pm
145 West 18th St (btwn 6th & 7th Aves.)New York, NY 10011
(212) 388-0339
Armani Exchange- Urban Outfitters with a slightly larger bank account, metal and glitter heavy
8/9/2008
Sat 9:30am-3pm While supplies last
125 Enterprise Ave. SouthSecaucus, NJ 07094
(201) 348-3343
Cash only
ABS - Designer knockoff dresses and gowns up to 75% off retail + Designer denims
8/6/2008- 8/10/2008
Wed-Sun 11am-7pm
129 Prince St.(btwn Wooster & W. Broadway) New York, NY
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