I've been a bad bad girl...

I deserve to be spanked 'til my bottom turns pink.

...I've been MIA since forever and I have no excuse.

Anyway, for the past two weeks, V. and I have been obsessed with 50 Shades of Grey.

Yes, the book. The dirty book. And yesterday, in keeping with the theme, we wore shades of grey. :)

 Vivacious V. making like a sub with her head down. Hrhr.

Et moi with a flower in my hair, because I can.

 All I need for this outfit is a riding crop.

Oh and just for funsies, here's me trying that Anastasia-lipbite-look. 

But of course, we all know that the flattened hopia look is much much sexier...

Amirite or amirite?

Two weeks ago, my fabulous brother came over to visit for my birthday. :)

I didn't get to take a lot of photos, 'cause we were too busy having fun.

 Fabulous brother is fabulous.

Oh and the other day,

 The sweetest S. wore a gorgeous mullet skirt.

Vivacious V. had vivacious yellow toe nails.

And I wore:

Something dainty...

 Something bold,  and something colorful.

...And I stuck my tongue out just because I can. 

Isn't the LC Mary Kantrantzou lantern bag just amazeballs?! Just looking at it makes me giddy. All thanks to my brother who got it for me when he was here on vacay. Sandals were also from him. I have to say, I thought they would be uncomfortable, but I felt like I was walking on clouds all day. :)

Oh and on my birthday, I got a new tattoo. It's a line from a letter that my dad wrote me 7 years ago. It says "My spirit will be with you" in his handwriting. It is currently my favorite tattoo. :)

Anyhoo, I hope your summer isn't as hot as ours is turning out to be. Laters, baby!

Irresponsible Blog Keeper

There. I said it. I am an irresponsible blog keeper.

:(

I'm sorry.

:) How's about some pictures from a long time ago to make up for it? :)

Fabulous F. looking fabulous in B&W.

Vivacious V.'s vibrant tattoo peeking out of her top.

Et voila! My ass and a hole in my skirt.

Don't know how that hole got there...

...Didn't realize it was there 'til later that day.

Oh well... I ain't highly crass for nothing.

Confession?

This skirt is actually a tube-type flowy top. :)

The necklace was F.'s 2011 birthday gift to me. Ain't it purdee?

:)

On February 14...

Otherwise known as Anna Howard Shaw day and that other day named after a saint that shall not be named, F. wanted to rebel and wear blue instead of the usual red.

Rebellious F. in riveting blue. That girl is just all kinds of sexy.

I, on the other hand, decided to mourn the death of my lovelife...

...by wearing this black number.

It seemed like all was lost and the day felt like it was going to be as dark as my outfit, until...

The perfect man (who, may I just mention, was wearing a three-piece supremely tailored suit.) handed me this heart-on-a-stick.

And like a magic wand the heart-on-a-stick magically uplifted my otherwise dismal day.

Naturally, when you see the perfect man... You hang on to them for dear life and you don't let them go...

...And that's what I did.

Or at least tried to.

Sadly, my manhunting misadventures ended like they usually do... With the man running away for dear life towards the opposite direction.

The heart-on-a-stick turned out to be mine.

:(

Woe is me.

Ahhh... But I am a strong girl... I won't let this bog me down.

I shall manhunt again and again and again... Until the world runs out of men for me to hunt.

:)

So... Yesterday was bring-your-DSLR-to-work day just for the lulz.

Fabulous F. in a top that I picked out.

See... I make good choices. :) Maybe not in men or relationships. But definitely in clothes for friends. :)

Vivacious V. in corporate girly mode.

And Kinetic K. with and her "krasiviya popka".

For my non-Russian-speaking readers, "krasiviya popka" is "beautiful butt" and "krasivi padmyshky" is "beautiful armpits".

Yes, I know the most useful Russian words, don't I?

Hope y'all have a wonderful weekend!

XOXO.

Of cockatoo nails, ragdoll dresses, and the man of my dreams...

Hey hey. :)

How've y'all been?

I've been... Bleh...

Because of this bleh day that's coming up.

It just makes me feel so bleh...

On other not so bleh news...

Last Tuesday...

F. was showing off her fabulous stems and equally fabulous derriere.

Vivacious V. went with Spring color trend with this gorgeous gathered dress in a color that Pantone calls Driftwood.

The Sweetest S. in red, ready for the upcoming holiday that shall not be named.

And me, pretending to be Mexican.

Would you like a burrito?

Last Thursday...

It took all that was in me to not steal these turquoise mocs from T...

...And this fabulous top from A.

S. got all psyched for the weekend... 

...And I got all psycho, thinking I could actually draw the style friends. 

The Fabulous F.

My fabulous FAIL.

The vivacious V.

And I don't even know...

Et moi.

Drawing is my biggest frustration.

I should really just give up. ...But you know what they say...

Fall down seven...

...Stand up eight.

On other news, we went to Dubai Mall that night.

We went to Texas Roadhouse for dinner. And I really loved the food, and the glasses! I offered to buy it, but they wouldn't sell it to me. So, I tried to steal it.

Also, Bloomingdales thought it would be funny to taunt me. Frikkin' February 14 should be called Vagina Day. Because I'm single and bitter and forever alone.

On a lighter and happier note...

<3

I think I may have met the man of my dreams!

I mean, seriously, any guy who wears fantastically tailored shirts with his initials embroidered on them with a little friend for cufflinks defo has my heart. I'm smitten, I tell you. Smitten.

Must now get ready with rope and burlap sack to manhunt this one.

And lastly, today...

The fabulous F. wore fabu red and got into the upcoming-holiday-that-shall-not-be-named's spirit.

And I, having fallen in love with 2012's Spring Color trends, got all dressed up in...

...Cockatoo colored nails...

...and Cabaret & Bellflower ragdoll dress. :)

Hope your upcoming-holiday-that-shall-not-be-named will be filled with lots of love and gooey stuff.

If it's not, well, there's always next year. <3 That's what I always tell myself.