Sex and the City 2: HUH?

Well, here it is.

I dunno.  I think it looks rather stupid.  That will not prevent it, however, from:

1. Making Millions
2. Making me drool over the fashion and/or cry because I have no idea why.
   
3. Keeping me and my nothing-like-those-women from seeing it as we sip booze in the theatre.

Wadda think?

MME.

{first espied here}

Wanna Marathon?

I'm not talking about the type of marathon where you sweat and strain, I'm talking about the type where you drink too much vodka and order take-out. I'm talking about a Sex and the City marathon. You in?

I'm feeling that old "bored with the wardrobe" syndrome sinking in and really need a wake-up call al la Patricia Fields. So to drum up a little inspiration, I decided to look up some moments of sheer poetry as worn by the SATC crew (don't judge me for the acronym, every body's doing it).

Did you know this was a vintage, floor length 70's jersey dress that Fields chopped up?


I love thigh-high socks anyways, and this may just be my Winter "Ladies who Lunch" uniform (and YES we do need to start that back up!).


Such sass (I could so see you rocking the black outfit).


This dress, this scene, this character: amazing. I think that Charlotte stole the show from the other two bridesmaids.


And while we're on the subject of the non-wedding, the whole photoshoot with Carrie and the wedding dresses MUST be revisited.



Last but so not least, mine (and everyone's) all time favorite.


See? I feel better already. Imagine how we'll feel after a season or two?