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Give a Dog a Bone

By |October 28th, 2009|Uncategorized|

I’m not sure if I’ve made this clear, but I’m totally obsessed with my dog. I actually have a hard time believing he is a dog (watch it, Cesar Milan) and sometimes think of him as a little man. So, while walking around the West Village last week, I stumbled upon something amazing. It’s a little place called PARIERO-NY. Bascially, doggy heaven. 

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Racks of designer dog apparel, leashes, and collars. You know my pup had to leave with something.  He ended up with a shirt that says, “I love my girlfriend.” (This has created quite a debate between my friends over who, exactly, his girlfriend is).  If you are as crazy about your canine as I am, you should definitely go for a visit. 

PA*RI*E*RO-NY

513 Hudson Street

New York, NY 10014

212-727-2641

www.pariero-ny.com 

xx,

WhyDid

No Tricks, Just Treats

By |October 27th, 2009|Uncategorized|

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Come stock up on your JUNE wear this Wednesday and Thursday. Hope to see you there! xx

Bored Sick

By |September 23rd, 2009|Uncategorized|

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I would have written about the Emmy’s Red Carpet, but it was so boring and underwhelming that I decided to get the flu instead. So for the last three days, I’ve been sick in bed and well, other than losing a couple of vanity pounds, there’s nothing cute about that. Needless to say, I’m back up and running now and have had plenty of time to plot my next victims. Stay tuned.

xx,

WhyDid

Just Checking In…

By |August 31st, 2009|Uncategorized|

Oh, how I miss New York.  While the air here smells better and things are a little more relaxed, there are times when I miss smog and angry commuters.  So, I decided I would check in on my fair city… just to see what it was up to…

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Here is where I’d like to go ahead and throw out the, “Illegal Use of Shorts Card.”  There comes a time in a woman’s life where she must come to terms with the fact that short shorts are no longer her “thing.”  Moving right along, her shirt seems to be falling off or perhaps she didn’t realize that the shoulder part goes on her actual shoulders. While side boob is the new cleavage, there is such a thing as too much of a good thing.  As far as the earrings, ya hear me knockin’? Well, let me in!

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You’ve got your jazz hands up, don’t you?  I do.  I can’t tell if she’s a snazzy flight attendant for a new trendy airline or if she snuck into my collection of dance recital costumes from childhood.  Either way…

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No, Donna Martin isn’t making promotional appearances. However, it does seem that someone is in the wrong zipcode… as well as decade.

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I’m not sure what’s going on here. I wish we could have gotten a frontal view of this little getup.  All I know is that she’s not smiling and neither am I. 

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I don’t care whether this young lady is a go-go dancer or not. Her outfit is completely WRONG.   I can’t tell if she was going for naughty school girl or table cloth. I’m leaning towards the latter because she has rolls in a couple of places that you normally should not. Pass the butter, please.

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Houston, we have a problem.  I don’t know if she’s in the army, navy, or girlscouts, but in any case, I’m hoping her outfit goes AWOL. 

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The original GPS.  Garmin, what?

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She took high waisted jeans to a whole new level.  Did she learn nothing from that unfortunate Jessica Simpson incident?

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I am without words… and well, that never happens.

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Psst! I can see your bra! Oh? That was intentional? Well, you also forgot your pants. Oh? That’s a dress?

 

Oy, I think I’ll stay a little longer in WV.

xx,

WhyDid

I’m Baaaack…

By |July 13th, 2009|Uncategorized|

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After a brief hiatus (ever heard of the quarter life crisis?), I am back and in full effect. As I spent some quality time on the terrace perfecting my tan (always with SPF, people), plowing through some “summer reading”, and sipping on some summer cocktails, I also did a little deep thinking. There comes a point in every young woman’s life where she begins to reassess all aspects of her life- her relationships, her career (or lack thereof), and where she’s headed.  While I won’t get into the nitty gritty personal details of my own quarter life crisis, I will leave you with this:

“Just because they make it in your size, doesn’t mean you should wear it.”

I realize that sounds like a pretty straightforward statement, but let’s go a little deeper here.  Not only am I suggesting that wearing something unflattering for your figure  is a bad call, but also that just because you “can” do something doesn’t mean that you should.  For example, they say the reason that men cheat and dogs lick their balls is because “they can.”  Well, in my book, neither of these are particularly appealing or socially acceptable.  My point is, don’t do something that doesn’t feel right. It may or may not “fit” but how does it look? Hows does it feel?

Just something to think about.  Carry on.

xx,

WhyDid