So, aside from getting to play future-lesbian (we think, anyway) daughter Sally Draper on “Mad Men,” the extremely articulate and thoughtful Kiernan Shipka has a couple other tricks up her sleeve. The 11-year-old actress mostly dresses in vintage-y frocks from Portuguese designer Papo d’Anjo, but she also designs and wears her own bespoke creations, inspired by the swinging ’60s. Her wardrobe approach puts my Virgo perfectionism to shame. “I love organization, so I split my clothes into two closets according to seasons. Though I have to go to the guestroom to pull my fall and winter items, it’s still much easier than cramming all my clothes together in my one closet. I love ‘space’ in between hanging clothes.” Whoa, Kiernan, you’re kind of making me salivate with your intense organizational stylings. And check out her can’t-live-without list: “My dogs, Cole Haan boots, Mason Pearson hairbrush, headbands, and computer!” Cole Haan boots! We can’t even afford those. Check out Kiernan in the adorable blue-and-white checked dress she made above. [The Coveteur] Keep reading »
So far during 7 Days To A Prettier Place week, we’ve already show you how to copycat a girly and modern home office and a serene and tranquil bedroom. Moving on to the living room — arguably the center of any home, regardless of size — I wanted to steal the style of something a littttttle more eclectic. I gave myself a serious challenge with this room, so while it’s not exact, I think I got the vibe right on. It’s all about lots of colorful throw pillows, a faux Persion rug, some modern-ish pieces of furniture, and that dang deer head. Keep reading »
I thought Botox would change my life. I admired the shiny, perfect foreheads of my elders on “The Real Housewives of Orange County” (or New York, New Jersey, D.C. and Miami, for that matter) and wished that I too could include myself in the natural-but-not club. I’m 28 and definitely the only one in my small-town Indiana family to even consider Botox. I thought it was a necessary form of torture–some sun damage from a few years back had left its mark in the form of noticeable (probably only to me?) horizontal lines across my forehead. It wasn’t quite as if someone drew on my face with eyeliner, but it bothered me. So with the help of a Lifebooker special for $179, I took the plunge before a trip to Jamaica where I intended to do a little more sun damage.
And here’s why I won’t ever do it again. Keep reading »
My mom collected owl art before she had kids, so our basement was chock full of owl paintings, lithographs and tapestries (okay, my mom came of age in the ’70s.) These owls are a tasteful update on the owl obsession, perfect as a shelf objet d’art or desk paperweight. In a word, they’re a hoot.
In my dreams, Danny Devito and RuPaul spend all of their free time together, shining each other’s bald heads, and eating Jewish deli at Kantor’s in Hollywood. Occasionally, Devito and wife Rhea Perlman invite RuPaul over for Must-See TV and Sloppy Joes. And sometimes, the three of them like to take a drive up the coast in Devito’s ’67 convertible. RuPaul’s long legs necessitate that he sits in the back, but he does get to pick the music–disco mostly. Please let this be true. Keep reading »
I love martinis—stirred, not shaken—with olives, please! Something about the drink is so tangy and, boy, does it do the trick fast. But as much as I enjoy martinis, I almost never order them. Why? Because I have a vendetta against martini glasses. I mean, glasses are supposed to contain liquid, right? So why has one been designed with angled sides that allows for maximum sloshing with the simplest of movements? Whenever I have a martini glass in my hand, I end up cupping the cone in my palm and hanging on for dear life. Sometimes, I swear I don’t absorb the conversations I’m having because I’m so focused on not spilling. And usually, I do anyway.
So I am kind of pleased to hear that Kanye West might have the same aversion. Keep reading »