Category Archives: everything fabulous

Meet My New BFF, Tiffany

div style=”text-align: left;”As a woman goes through life, there are many milestones and “firsts” she is bound to encounter: her first love; her first kiss; the first time she has sex; the first time she has good sex; getting married; having kids; and ultimately experiencing these milestones all over again via her kids and grandkids. (Well, except for the sex part. That would be a little weird. And highly inappropriate.) However, there is one event that I think is valid enough to be included among these many “firsts,” but always seems to be left out. That milestone? Her first piece of jewelry from Tiffany amp; Co./divdiv style=”text-align: center;”br //divdivNow, I’m sure there are people out there who would beg to differ. After all, buying a piece of jewelry isn’t the same as, say, having a kid. And I’m not saying that the two are comparable at all. But when a woman receives a piece of jewelry from Tiffany’s, whether she purchased it herself or received it as a gift, it’s a special moment. Why? Well, quite simply put, it’s unique. It’s timeless. It’s historic (the company was established in 1837!). Tiffany amp; Co. has solidified its reputation as an icon in our society, its name synonymous with sophistication, class, quality, and glamour. So when a woman unwraps that little blue box, she’s not just getting a piece of jewelry. She’s getting something that she can one day pass down to her daughters. She’s getting a little piece of history. She’s getting something that’s iconic. And when this happens for the first time, I can guarantee you that as long as she lives, she will be able to recall every single detail about the event: where she was, who it was from, the occasion, etc./divdiv style=”text-align: center;”br //divdivMy first (and, to date, only) Tiffany’s piece was the result of an impulse buy last summer. My friend Jenna was in town, we went to the mall, and wound up in Tiffany’s, gazing at and trying on different pieces. I ended up walking out with a silver ring that was part of its 1837 collection:/divdivbr //divdiv style=”text-align: center;”img src=”http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SEtHXu9tF_U/SxyT5tJyG8I/AAAAAAAAAMg/hTUlg66Qwgg/s320/Tiffany-Ring-Tiffany-Ring-Tiffany-1837-ring-YLT033-366-0.jpg” style=”display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 286px;” border=”0″ alt=”" id=”BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412363471774948290″ //divdiv style=”text-align: left;”br //divdiv style=”text-align: left;”Probably not the smartest purchase I ever made, but I don’t regret making it. It was so thrilling to see the saleswoman box it up in that signature blue box and give to me to take home. As silly as this sounds, I felt grown-up. To me, that ring represented crossing the threshold into adulthood./divdiv style=”text-align: center;”br //divdiv style=”text-align: left;”My friend Meagan recently experienced her first Tiffany’s moment. She and her husband visited New York City, where she purchased a yellow citrine solitaire necklace from the flagship store. Aside from being just a teensy bit jealous that she got to visit the NYC store, I once again felt that little thrill when I got her text message that read, “I bought a necklace at Tiffany’s!” I knew the excitement she was experiencing; I had experienced it myself a year prior./divdiv style=”text-align: left;”br //divdiv style=”text-align: left;”Below is the necklace, and I think you’ll agree with me that it’s igorgeous/i. But, of course, I wasn’t expecting anything less; Meagan has excellent taste, and helilo/i, it’s Tiffany!/divdiv style=”text-align: left;”br //divimg src=”http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SEtHXu9tF_U/SxyTACfSXJI/AAAAAAAAAMY/z0LVS45pTMs/s320/DSCN1707.JPG” style=”display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;” border=”0″ alt=”" id=”BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412362481069874322″ /div style=”text-align: left;”br //divdiv style=”text-align: left;”The first time is always special, am I right? Here’s to the beginning of our Tiffany’s collections. :-) /divdiv style=”text-align: center;”br //divdiv style=”text-align: center;”br /br //divdiv style=”text-align: left;” /div

Bridal Designer Love

div style=”text-align: left;”I’m not one of those girls who dreams about her hypothetical future wedding. At least, I don’t consider myself one of those girls. I equate it to staring into a baker’s shop when you’re on a diet: it’s something I can’t have (yet), so to dwell on it is just torture and mildly depressing. But yesterday Ali introduced me to a bridal designer that got me at least thinking about the outfit I’d like to rock when I do eventually walk down the aisle. That designer is a href=”http://www.eugeniacouture.com/”Eugenia Couture/a./divdivbr //divdivWOW. Wow wow wow wow wow. As I was looking at picture after picture of bridal gowns, I was enthralled and immediately fell in love. Aside from being sexy and feminine, Eugenia Couture gowns employ just enough of a unique twist that sets them apart, rather it be an unexpected pleat or a surprising embellishment. I LOVE that, so I have decided that when I get married, I’m getting married in a Eugenia Couture gown. In fact, I know just the one:/divdiv style=”text-align: center;”br //divdivdiv style=”text-align: center;”br //divimg src=”http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SEtHXu9tF_U/SuoKjWgNiqI/AAAAAAAAAKY/g1d1_5-lWG4/s320/3301.jpg” style=”display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;” border=”0″ alt=”" id=”BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398138705809345186″ //divdiv style=”text-align: left;”The deciding factor, aside from the gorgeous shape and bead work? It would make the boobs look ihot/i. I’ve pretty much accepted the fact that I can’t really hide my rack, so I might as well flaunt it a little. I love this gown so much that I want to purchase it, like, now, so that when I do get engaged it will be already be in my closet, ready and waiting. (Bonus: the only bridal shop that sells Eugenia Couture gowns is in Miami. Can you say road trip? Although I imagine when it comes time for me to wedding dress shop for real, I’d probably have to class it up and not turn it into a weekend of drunken debauchery. Oh well, a girl can dream, right?)/divdiv style=”text-align: left;”br //divdiv style=”text-align: left;”Now no outfit, bridal or otherwise, would be complete without a sweet pair of kicks, am I right or am I right? So I have decided to incorporate the “something blue” tradition into my shoes (side note: I kind of hate that tradition, but if it will give me an excuse to shoe shop, I am all for it) and purchase a pair of blue heels to wear with my dress, not unlike the Manolo Blahniks Carrie donned in the iSex and the City/i movie:/divdiv style=”text-align: left;”br //divdiv style=”text-align: left;” img src=”http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SEtHXu9tF_U/SuoNWEUE7RI/AAAAAAAAAKg/53WAESX5A7U/s320/Manolo-Blahnik-Something-Blue-Satin-Pump.jpg” //divdiv style=”text-align: left;”Now all I need is a ring…and a guy to give it to me (that’s what she said). /div