Posts Tagged ‘pink’

Because I love boobs… who doesn’t?

October 7, 2011

My friend Molly, from Guest of a Guest, invited me to attend a party last night hosted by Ralph Lauren and Glamour Magazine to honor Breast Cancer Awareness month – October, and to celebrate Lauren Pink, a new collection for Fall 2011. I had a lovely time sipping on sparkling blush rosée and donating to a great cause. I made a donation and won 2 prizes, a gift certificate to Lord & Taylor, which I promptly spent on a seeexxxy pair of black stockings, and a year subscription to Glamour. cool.

I also met Christina from Trop Rogue. Check out her blog http://troprouge.blogspot.com/. Girl has great style and perhaps we can blend our fashion powers to collaborate together on a project soon….

If you like boobs and would like to donate to stamping out breast cancer once and for all, skip over to the National Breast Cancer site to throw them a lil cash… or credit… http://www.nbcam.org/

if a girl gives money to saving boobs, can she be forgiven for looking like a bobble head?

Paris is Red. Chrysanthemums are Charming.

May 3, 2010

pink is a color that stirs a slight reservation in me. perhaps a childhood of pink explosion has led to an adulthood of pink moderation. occasionally,  i do have my moments of pink joy. my bike is a beloved friend of mine. she is fast. she is daring. she knows the streets of nyc well  and guides me through their chaotic maze with comfortable ease. i never leave her outside overnight and when i do have to lock her up, i give a reassuring squeeze to her handlebars and tell her not to let anyone fuck with her, promising i will be right back. when we’re not out tackling the traffic and potholes, she hangs out in my kitchen.

this morning at the market, i was choosing new flowers for my house and spotted some adorable, tiny, pink mums. i love chrysanthemums. the repetition of their petals is so alluring to me. they’re sexy, those petals. anyway, i saw the pink mums and thought of my bike. so i decided to bring her home a bouquet. after all, my bike totally deserves to be courted and flowers to prove my adoration seemed like the perfect expression of smitten pink joy.