<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32096400</id><updated>2009-02-21T10:04:21.376-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Legally....Blogged?</title><subtitle type='html'>As I embark on the beginning of a new collegiate career in law school, I realize that I should also give a nod to the $60,000+ spent on my past education.  Therefore, I carry on the tradition of English majors who find that they're not currently writing a novel that will land them a segment on Oprah. So then, I write in complete, semi-grammatically correct sentences, and tell you not of some fascinatating character, but of a plethora of unfascinating events that happen daily to.....me.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyinpinkesq.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32096400/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyinpinkesq.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Cath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14216168993624827493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32096400.post-115663931178756724</id><published>2006-08-26T19:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T19:41:51.800-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We love you, Walker Best</title><content type='html'>Though I can think of a million other things I'd rather be talking about today, I am truly burdened by the only thing that I will write today.  Walker Best, a great friend of mine since my freshman year at Texas A&amp;M, passed away early this morning in an unexpected accident.  Walker was an amazing, godly guy who will be sorely missed by all whom he met.  All who knew and loved Walker will be fervently praying for his family and his girlfriend, Cara.  And for those who did not know him, please pray for the Best familly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32096400-115663931178756724?l=prettyinpinkesq.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyinpinkesq.blogspot.com/feeds/115663931178756724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32096400&amp;postID=115663931178756724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32096400/posts/default/115663931178756724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32096400/posts/default/115663931178756724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyinpinkesq.blogspot.com/2006/08/we-love-you-walker-best.html' title='We love you, Walker Best'/><author><name>Cath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14216168993624827493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05243823201593892019'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32096400.post-115638919739846659</id><published>2006-08-23T21:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T22:13:17.410-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Runway Recap &amp; A New Pledge of Allegiance</title><content type='html'>**The designers of Project Runway faced one of the biggest challenges this week when they were given not beautiful models to dress, but the mothers of other designers on the show: real American bodies.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**It's official.  After just finishing the newest episode of Project Runway, I am OBSESSED with Michael.  I want to buy everything that he makes and if he doesn't win, I'll just DIE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Jeffrey, you, your neck tats, and your cocky 'tude need to be voted off!  I'm sorry, Robert. :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In honor of Project Runway, I bring you this fashionista Pledge of Allegiance which was brought to my attention (via facebook) by a Tri Delta sister, Megan Hayes.  Of course, I had to post it tonight (due to the Michael Kors reference).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Father Michael Kors, Who Arts at Neiman Marcus, Hallowed be thy shoes... &lt;br /&gt;Thy Prada come, Thy shopping be done, On Rodeo...As it is in Paris. &lt;br /&gt;Give us this day, our Visa Gold, And forgive us our balance, As we forgive those who charge us interest. &lt;br /&gt;Lead us not into Penney's But deliver us from Sears For thine is the Chanel, the Gucci and the Dior... &lt;br /&gt;For Dolce and Gabbana Amex&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32096400-115638919739846659?l=prettyinpinkesq.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyinpinkesq.blogspot.com/feeds/115638919739846659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32096400&amp;postID=115638919739846659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32096400/posts/default/115638919739846659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32096400/posts/default/115638919739846659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyinpinkesq.blogspot.com/2006/08/runway-recap-new-pledge-of-allegiance.html' title='A Runway Recap &amp; A New Pledge of Allegiance'/><author><name>Cath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14216168993624827493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05243823201593892019'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32096400.post-115638559921306233</id><published>2006-08-23T20:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T21:13:19.223-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cure for the Petrified</title><content type='html'>One more restless night to go before I awake as a new, totally resposible, totally OLD law student.  Yes.  Tomorrow I cross-over to the "other" side of legality: the side that is supposed to be in "the know" (but who, without legal resources to quickly reference, is mostly not).  My apprehensions about the upcoming "first day" were slightly subsided after meeting several very encouraging, very hilarious 2L and 3L students.  I am hoping that after the intensity of the first semester, I might also be able to enjoy the quarkiness of professors and laugh about "how hard it was at first." Until then, I stay completely petrified. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE CURE FOR PETRIFICATION:  the newest episode of Project Runway followed by my favorite lezzies on Workout (I love BRAVO), a glass of Franzia's (gotta love the box wine) White Zinfindel, and some L'Occitane lavender hand lotion.  A slight obsession for lavender, I also have some lavender oil scent sticks which are supposed to give me a great calming sensation every time I enter my room.  I'm not sure if I agree, but I do enjoy the smell.  My roommate, Sarah, believes that this lavender might also cover the nauseating smell of formaldhylde which she REEKS of every day from working on the carcus of a cadavar affectionately known as "Rose."  If someone tells you that a scent might hide the smell of formaldyhide, it's not necessarily a compliment, but for now, I don't care because I need all the promises of 'calm' that I can get.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE ONLY CURE THAT'S MISSING:  the best kept secret in Dallas - the amazing massage of the small, yet powerfully magic fingers of a certain Morgan Denson.  I would pay ungodly amounts of money to have her talents in San Antonio.  She cures all that is stressful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32096400-115638559921306233?l=prettyinpinkesq.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyinpinkesq.blogspot.com/feeds/115638559921306233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32096400&amp;postID=115638559921306233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32096400/posts/default/115638559921306233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32096400/posts/default/115638559921306233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyinpinkesq.blogspot.com/2006/08/cure-for-petrified.html' title='The Cure for the Petrified'/><author><name>Cath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14216168993624827493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05243823201593892019'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32096400.post-115625967004710109</id><published>2006-08-22T10:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T10:14:30.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Top Ten Things You Need Right Now?"  Here's How to Sport 'Em.</title><content type='html'>Neiman's also graciously writes a top ten called "Wearing the Proportion," which refers to the fact that proportionately, the new 'look' is larger on top (I've heard several times that smaller shoulder pads are in; I WON'T be wearing those, but I loved sleeping on Mom's shoulder in church when she wore them!) and smaller on bottom.  Hence the tunic paired with skinny jeans.  Here's what Fashion Director Ken Downing says about the 'new proportion:'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  A big, bold, bubble-shaped coat is tops this season.  Wear it over narrow pants.&lt;br /&gt;2.  Accentuate the positive!  Start with a roomy tunic and cinch it with a wide belt and patent leather.&lt;br /&gt;3.  Cozy up to an oversize sweater paired with narrow jeans in black or gray.&lt;br /&gt;4.  Arm yourself in a tailored suit with puffy sleeves.&lt;br /&gt;5.  Get ready for your close-up via a dramatic portrait collar on a jacket or coat.&lt;br /&gt;6.  Don't skirt the issue - you need a dress with a bubble hem.&lt;br /&gt;7.  Bigger is better!  Get your hands on an oversize black and gold handbag.&lt;br /&gt;8.  Maximize your look with multiple layers of bold gold chains.&lt;br /&gt;9.  Puff up your pout.  A bright red lip looks sexy and fresh.&lt;br /&gt;10.Elevate yourself via platform boots and booties.  They're the perfect way to visually balance blouson shapes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32096400-115625967004710109?l=prettyinpinkesq.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyinpinkesq.blogspot.com/feeds/115625967004710109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32096400&amp;postID=115625967004710109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32096400/posts/default/115625967004710109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32096400/posts/default/115625967004710109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyinpinkesq.blogspot.com/2006/08/top-ten-things-you-need-right-now.html' title='&quot;Top Ten Things You Need Right Now?&quot;  Here&apos;s How to Sport &apos;Em.'/><author><name>Cath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14216168993624827493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05243823201593892019'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32096400.post-115612614672367611</id><published>2006-08-20T20:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T10:16:01.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Neiman Marcus' "Ten Things You Need Right Now"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3906/3501/1600/NM-0S52_ef.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3906/3501/320/NM-0S52_ef.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I am officially -belongings and all- a townhouse resident of San Antonio, Texas.  Mom and Dad graciously lugged my furniture all the way from Granbury, TX and for the first time in week, I'll graduate from the couch and sleep in my own bed.  YAY!  This Sunday's events included finding a church (University United Methodist, which I now love!) and stocking my fridge, which naturally led me to the nearest Super Target.  I just HAD to try on those patent leather stacked heels....which stood me a surprising 3 inches taller.  I had no idea that they would be so high, and ultimately decided not to buy them (they're now on sale for $25.99).  Since then, I have voted to buy them later this week and see how they feel after I walk around my house in them (Shall I vacuum in them, Rebecca?).  P.S.  They were super-cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neiman Marcus had a new "Notebook" that came out about a week ago with all of the 'must-haves' for fall.  Included was a removable bookmark listing the top "Ten Things You Need Right Now:"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Black/gold handbags&lt;br /&gt;2.  Red shoes&lt;br /&gt;3.  Belts&lt;br /&gt;4.  Tunics&lt;br /&gt;5.  White shirts&lt;br /&gt;6.  Narrow pants  &lt;br /&gt;7.  Dresses&lt;br /&gt;8.  Bold gold necklaces&lt;br /&gt;9.  Black leggings&lt;br /&gt;10. Boots and booties&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.neimanmarcus.com/store/catalog/template/catT7.jhtml;jsessionid=WPKPVNOV2UK5OCQAAKHBACA?itemId=cat11360745&amp;parentId=cat00003&amp;masterId=cat000001&amp;cmCat=home2&amp;icid=home2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I love the look above - easy enough to put together, and if you really aren't comfortable sporting the skinny jean like the model, the tunic is the most important piece anyway.  It hides all the "bad areas" with its flowy shape and black color.  You could even add a red or gold belt at the waist for a slpash of color.  Also, if you can't afford the Neiman's version, this look is easy to replicate at the Forever 21 near you.  :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now you are in The Know.  If Neiman Marcus says it's hot, then it IS, Dahling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32096400-115612614672367611?l=prettyinpinkesq.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyinpinkesq.blogspot.com/feeds/115612614672367611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32096400&amp;postID=115612614672367611' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32096400/posts/default/115612614672367611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32096400/posts/default/115612614672367611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyinpinkesq.blogspot.com/2006/08/neiman-marcus-ten-things-you-need.html' title='Neiman Marcus&apos; &quot;Ten Things You Need Right Now&quot;'/><author><name>Cath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14216168993624827493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05243823201593892019'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32096400.post-115591479650803064</id><published>2006-08-18T09:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T10:26:36.523-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Avoiding the Mall: The Unavoidable Dilemma</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3906/3501/1600/p265780b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3906/3501/320/p265780b.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally finished painting my bathroom yesterday (a very beautiful "Toasted Cashew") and attempted to reattach towel racks and my toilet paper holder, but the toilet paper holder just wouldn't have any of it.  Long story short, I have to go to Lowe's today to fix two holes in my drywall where both of the hinges were AND get a new toilet paper holder.  The old one was hideous anyway.  I REALLY wanted to go visit all the San Antonio missions today, but I think it's always sad to go touring alone and I probably wouldn't have as much fun anyway.  Eric is in St. Louis until Monday, and though I've begged him more than once to come down here, he has some bachelor party to go to and can't make it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting around here all day reading what I can of the law books that I bought recently just hasn't been good for the psyche.  My mind starts to wonder and I start to feel really insecure about things.  Like, "How will I ever make it in law school?," and the more popular, "Eric probably doesn't really miss me."  Geez!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My plan so far is to go see that Hilary and Haley (sp?) Duff movie that came out today.  And I absolutely CANNOT let myself go to the mall.  If I go, I know I'll buy those black pumps from Target (I wrote about them on 16th) and some really hot skinny jeans that I heard about from my new favorite, Tia Williams, on her blog, http://www.tiawilliams.net/blog/.  She says that Urban Outfitters has the PERFECT pair of black skinny jeans for $49 (seen above) - BDG 5 Pocket Skinny Jean Black.  Being such a fan of the cotton legging, I realize that I can't wear them everywhere because they just aren't dressy enough.  I had originally passed on the idea of the skinny jean completely because all of the ones in the July and August Lucky mags are too expensive.  Come in, cheap skinny jean!  And of course then I'd have to get a great shirt to go with....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now you know what I'll be doing for the rest of the day: avoiding the mall like it's the Plague.  I hope it works.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32096400-115591479650803064?l=prettyinpinkesq.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyinpinkesq.blogspot.com/feeds/115591479650803064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32096400&amp;postID=115591479650803064' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32096400/posts/default/115591479650803064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32096400/posts/default/115591479650803064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyinpinkesq.blogspot.com/2006/08/avoiding-mall-unavoidable-dilemma.html' title='Avoiding the Mall: The Unavoidable Dilemma'/><author><name>Cath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14216168993624827493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05243823201593892019'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32096400.post-115578401317611063</id><published>2006-08-16T21:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T22:50:58.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Runway" = the winner!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3906/3501/1600/V259009_093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3906/3501/320/V259009_093.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when I think that things can't get any tougher around here, Project Runway on Bravo and the season premiere of Laguna Beach are showing at the SAME time tonight!  Gees!  I'm practically exhausted from all of the channel switching.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what I've gathered so far:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Project Runway:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you just LOVE Heidi?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-As always, I love this show.  Not only do they have really tough challenges that render amazing (and not-so-amazing designs), there is also major designer drama. &lt;br /&gt;-Don't tell the designers to make a dress out of garbage and then tell them that it looks like an arts and craft project.&lt;br /&gt;-Heidi is SUPER hot.&lt;br /&gt;-I love Michael's take on design - no matter WHAT he makes.  When he walks in a room, you think he's some thug who wants to sew some sexy clubwear, but really, he's genius!  He won the last challenge and I think he'll make it to the final 3.&lt;br /&gt;-I also LOVE LOVE Michael Kors (duh.).&lt;br /&gt;-I hate Jeff's dumb-looking tats on his neck (what was he thinking?), but his garbage made a nice dress.    &lt;br /&gt;-I can't believe that they cut Allison!  I'll miss her cute bangs :-(.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laguna Beach:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Someone should tell the old cast of Laguna Beach that it's time to move on.  Jessica, you probably won't ever find a nice guy in the L.B., and you might also want to quit macking on younger guys...on national television.  So desperate....   &lt;br /&gt;-Does the entire girl cast of L.B. have the same hair stylist?  Because I've never seen so many ephing extentions in my life...&lt;br /&gt;-And where did they all get those huge boobs?&lt;br /&gt;-I'm pretty sure that all of the younger Laguna Beachers have studied their older predecessors, because I don't really see noticeably different characters.    &lt;br /&gt;-Classic story-line:  all the same girls fight over all the same type of guys - - who would rather golf, surf, and "hook-up" than be in a normal relationship.  I guess even though the girls seem to be replicating their elders, they just haven't learned a THING.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, I was unmoved by the "new" cast of Laguna Beach....but will probably end up watching at least a few more episodes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RUNWAY WINS!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32096400-115578401317611063?l=prettyinpinkesq.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyinpinkesq.blogspot.com/feeds/115578401317611063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32096400&amp;postID=115578401317611063' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32096400/posts/default/115578401317611063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32096400/posts/default/115578401317611063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyinpinkesq.blogspot.com/2006/08/runway-winner.html' title='&quot;Runway&quot; = the winner!'/><author><name>Cath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14216168993624827493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05243823201593892019'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32096400.post-115577384107769637</id><published>2006-08-16T18:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T22:56:00.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All Hail Target</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3906/3501/1600/B000FEO3S6.16._SCLZZZZZZZ_SS260_V51486037_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3906/3501/320/B000FEO3S6.16._SCLZZZZZZZ_SS260_V51486037_.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I finally made it to San Antonio, got my law books (all $680 of them), my parking permit, and my student ID, making me a REAL student at St. Mary's School of Law for the fall.  If I fail-out, I'm going to flee to NY, NY, live with my girl, Rebecca (for free, please?), and buy a cheap bookshelf on which to display all of my really fancy, really intimidating, really EXPENSIVE law books.  If I can't actually BE impressive, I might as well LOOK impressive.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to the real point at hand: looking impressive.  Unfortunately, I have no need to look impressive for anyone except for my law profs (and they don't give 2 craps); but as I try to plan my very sophis., very cas., very I'm-here-to-learn student look at the age of 23 (blah!), I have been fantasizing about what smart outfit I would wear to a real job.  Oh yes.  Instead of cotton leggings, I might wear some black, knee-length trousers with black textured tights.  Then I'd pair it with a fun (yet professional) button-down shirt.  Should I wear a solid belt at my waist?  Oh the options....  And for the finale - the actual !BAM! of it all - I would don my feet with some patent leather stacked-heel pumps.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I cannot actually buy one of these fab new outfits, I want YOU to buy one.  Please.  And since you are working all day, you may not have time to seek the best deal so I did all the leg work for you (you can thank me later).   See, MaxStudio makes a really great shoe for $148 - a little too tough for most to swallow, but Target (oh, sweet Target) makes a hot-looking, cheaper version for only $29.00 shown above (http://www.target.com/gp/detail.html/ref=br_1_31/602-6666495-7423050?%5Fencoding=UTF8&amp;frombrowse=1&amp;asin=B000FEO3S6).  This shoe is great for work or for a night out if paired with some great jeans.  They also carry a more conservative closed-toe style, and for a totally different look, there is a taupe Mossimo Domino Menswear heal for only $24.99.  Basically, you can go to Target for your trendy needs and look JUST as good as your more highly-paid boss.  Booya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32096400-115577384107769637?l=prettyinpinkesq.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyinpinkesq.blogspot.com/feeds/115577384107769637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32096400&amp;postID=115577384107769637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32096400/posts/default/115577384107769637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32096400/posts/default/115577384107769637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyinpinkesq.blogspot.com/2006/08/all-hail-target.html' title='All Hail Target'/><author><name>Cath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14216168993624827493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05243823201593892019'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32096400.post-115553260466149891</id><published>2006-08-13T23:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T00:16:44.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bronze or Bust (a.k.a. Summer's Gone)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3906/3501/1600/laura%20bronzer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3906/3501/320/laura%20bronzer.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to a broken boat and a departed boat-driver, my fall face is finally setting in with no hope of return once classes begin in two short weeks.  Even the normally unavoidable freckles have faded and I find myself (for the first time in my life) wishing that they (and everything 'summer' that &lt;em&gt;they&lt;/em&gt; represent) would somehow reappear.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends are starting medical school tomorrow (yay for my pretty-in-pink, m.d. to be, Melanie!), have already been attending dental schools for this school year, will start masters programs in a few weeks, and finally - some will be starting jobs.  Yes - things are permanently irreversible.  In a matter of months, priorities have quickly changed from sorority functions to real, life-changing, "how will I pay the bills?" decision-making.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup.  It seems like the only thing I can reverse here is my not-so-summer face....back to summer!  So here, in attempt to at least conjure-up &lt;em&gt;thoughts&lt;/em&gt; of summer, the perfect bronzer MUST be purchased PRONTO!  Here's what I can't live without:  Laura Mercier powder bronzer, which is amazing because it comes in 4 different shades.  This is perfect for us fair-skinned gals because the lightest shades don't have an orangey color to them, and they blend in well with fair skin.  I swear - I want it so bad right now that I'm going to sacrifice eating-out for a week to afford it.  It's only $32, mind you, but I'm &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; poor.  Check Laura out:  www.lauramercier.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32096400-115553260466149891?l=prettyinpinkesq.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyinpinkesq.blogspot.com/feeds/115553260466149891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32096400&amp;postID=115553260466149891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32096400/posts/default/115553260466149891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32096400/posts/default/115553260466149891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyinpinkesq.blogspot.com/2006/08/bronze-or-bust-aka-summers-gone.html' title='Bronze or Bust (a.k.a. Summer&apos;s Gone)'/><author><name>Cath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14216168993624827493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05243823201593892019'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32096400.post-115535610983755614</id><published>2006-08-11T22:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T23:15:09.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stars v. Hearts</title><content type='html'>It wasn't until I spotted my gal, Andee, donning her fab James Avery sterling silver bracelet made of many small, connected stars, did I realize the true battle between the preference for stars versus hearts.  You see, I noticed her bracelet because I own the opposing 'hearts' version, and I realized my actual preference for stars when I began a small lust for her design.  After this life-changin revelation, I started to notice that anything that comes in a heart-form also has a star-studded twin.  Herein lies the true, fiery rivalry between pony-tailed jewelers everywhere - absolutely NOTHING to do with the difference between brilliant and princess cut diamonds and EVERYTHING to do with hearts and stars.  Plain and simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that there's anything wrong with hearts...or stars, but I suppose that after many jr. high and high school years of receiving heart jewelry, I've found myself seeking some independence in the jagged design of a 5-point star.  My mother says that she prefers the "sweetness" of the heart.  But really - it doesn't matter - because no matter where you are on the stars v. heart spectrum, there will always be jewelry to suit your needs from James Avery to Tiffany to any diamond store you can find.  And there's always the heart exception for me: I have a sweet Tiffany heart keychain that I probably will never lose affinity for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think?  Hearts or Stars? :-)  And don't say you don't care.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32096400-115535610983755614?l=prettyinpinkesq.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyinpinkesq.blogspot.com/feeds/115535610983755614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32096400&amp;postID=115535610983755614' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32096400/posts/default/115535610983755614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32096400/posts/default/115535610983755614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyinpinkesq.blogspot.com/2006/08/stars-v-hearts.html' title='Stars v. Hearts'/><author><name>Cath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14216168993624827493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05243823201593892019'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32096400.post-115532156787617709</id><published>2006-08-11T13:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T17:56:00.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Un"Lucky"</title><content type='html'>Summer is officially over.  It's true.  I just dropped Eric off at the airport to visit his fam before he goes back to College Station for his last semester at A&amp;M.  (A congratulations is in order for all of those graduating today!)  I, on the other hand, have spent the last day and a half crying and not crying and tearing-up and not tearing-up over summer's loss...due most in part to the fact that I'm having that girl-time of the month.  Pathetic.  My crying and not crying and tearing-up and not tearing-up made Eric totally nervous around me - especially since we've been together for a year and a half and I haven't cried ONCE.  I don't even know what my deal is.  WTF???!!!  He did make quite an effort to stop my sadness this morning at 6 am (on our way to the airport) when he said that my hair looked "really good this morning" and proceeded to tell me exactly why he liked my bangs.  Surprisingly, it made me feel better.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To cheer myself up when I got home, I did what any girl would do: open the August issue of Lucky and try to focus on Eva Mendes' "glamorous inspirations" (as per the cover headline) to get my mind off of things.  I actually bought the August issue of Lucky immediately when it hit the Target shelf (i LOVE Target).  I thought at the time that it was a great buy since it's thicker than normal.  What I realized this morning is that although the August Lucky is full of 'content,' it lacks its normal quality.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's why:  Lucky magazine thought that it would be a great idea to spend about 7 pages (spanning a 20 page-or-so spread including advertisements) on what girls in England (they call it "On the Street") would put together when given a rack of clothes and accessories.  Have you ever had British food?  Looked at their teeth?  And girls in England think that's all good stuff.....  I like British accents and history, none of which can be credited to any current British generation.*  If I wanted a British magazine, I would've gone out and bought British Vogue.  And FURTHER, I'm not a faithful Lucky buyer (every month!) to see what NORMAL people are wearing.  No.  Lucky, I want YOU to tell me what to wear.  So I sat, even more devastated than before, staring at a magazine full of totally normal, totally boring Brits, at totally normal and boring weights, and probably not even ONE of them has a cocaine problem (well - who knows - maybe there's a coincidence or two).  Cheerio, my butt.  Blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I like Tony Blair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  Yay for Pakistani spies.  Seriously - I'm in love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32096400-115532156787617709?l=prettyinpinkesq.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyinpinkesq.blogspot.com/feeds/115532156787617709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32096400&amp;postID=115532156787617709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32096400/posts/default/115532156787617709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32096400/posts/default/115532156787617709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyinpinkesq.blogspot.com/2006/08/unlucky.html' title='Un&quot;Lucky&quot;'/><author><name>Cath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14216168993624827493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05243823201593892019'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32096400.post-115518262943395061</id><published>2006-08-09T22:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T23:03:49.470-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gotta Love the Shallow Stuff</title><content type='html'>After only less than a week from the first day of blogging, I feel that I should address an issue that many of you might be thinking: "Why is this blog all about superficial things?"  Look, people: this is my shallow safe-place, and I make no apologies for what I write here.  All day long (ok, not immediately - but SOON), I'll be dealing with the constant pressure of school and studying, and if I do say so myself, I deserve a little rest for my weary mind to think about things that make me happy.  And let's  just face it - the happy things in life are never too far from shallow....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, nothing exactly fabulous happened to me today, except that I talked to my dear friend, Kellen, who is hoping to move to Chicago and who should be dating my other dear friend, Brooke, very soon.  Enough PRE-dates, people!  Kellen really called, I think, to tell me his theories on leggings which just ended up ultimately being ONE theory.  He thinks that people who wear leggings are trying to revert back to their childhood, and I told him that there's absolutely nothing wrong with that.  Kellen also wanted a plug on my blog (hehe).  But really, I'm hoping that he FINALLY starts his work on a painting that I gave him a blank canvas for about 2 years ago.....   (p.s. I love this guy.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a great topic planned for tonight (stars v. hearts), but after 2 glasses of wine, I'm just plain-old tired.  So think about it - stars v. hearts - and we'll talk tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32096400-115518262943395061?l=prettyinpinkesq.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyinpinkesq.blogspot.com/feeds/115518262943395061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32096400&amp;postID=115518262943395061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32096400/posts/default/115518262943395061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32096400/posts/default/115518262943395061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyinpinkesq.blogspot.com/2006/08/gotta-love-shallow-stuff.html' title='Gotta Love the Shallow Stuff'/><author><name>Cath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14216168993624827493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05243823201593892019'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32096400.post-115506500072442049</id><published>2006-08-08T13:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T14:23:20.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakout Blues</title><content type='html'>I started breaking-out again pretty badly the other day, immediately upon returning from a short retreat in South Padre Island with my boyfriend and another couple.  My mother says that this is due to my increased anxiety in starting law school, which includes my moving away from Eric (the bf) for at least 3 years until I graduate.  My feelings on this are that I should a) get a dermatoligist appt. (which I did) so I can yell at &lt;em&gt;someone&lt;/em&gt;, and that b) I'm not even &lt;em&gt;in&lt;/em&gt; school right now, and won't things be more stressful when I'm actually not doing absolutely &lt;em&gt;nothing&lt;/em&gt;?!  I guess it's about that time for break-outs anyway - I went about 2 years with (relatively) clear skin.  Boo.  Thank God for &lt;em&gt;Origin's&lt;/em&gt; "Spot Remover!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so to cheer myself up, I decided to get a hair cut.  I figure that if my skin isn't something to be proud of, I'll just focus on my hair until my dermatoligist performs some sort of miracle.  If I remember correctly, it was either Mischa Barton, Natalie Portman or Keira Knightly (I &lt;em&gt;think&lt;/em&gt; it was Keira?) who told some magazine reporter that she was sporting her new bangs as a last effort to conceal her pimples.  So that was my plan.  Operation: get bangs.  But not just any bangs.  SWEEPY bangs.  One of my best gal's from high school (and intermediate school, and junior high...), Allie, is currently sporting the ultimate "it" hair in sweepy-bangs, and I trust her opinion in stylists more than I trust most people.  I only dreamed that my sweepy bangs would look as good on me as they do on her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked into Papillon to see Allie's girl, Lauren, and I just had a good feeling (girls, you know what I'm talking about).  To top it off, they gave me a Diet Coke while I waited (perhaps this was responsible for my overall good mood).  Lauren greeted me with a smile and a firm handshake and led me to her chair where she quickly studied my hair, acting as if she had known it forever.  When she was done I almost thought that all of my pimples were gone, but alas, I too was only distracted by my fab hair.  Good enough for me!  Lauren solved my breakout blues - a feeling that should prove fairly adequate to get me through to next week.  Long story short: I'm adding Lauren to my (very elite, indeed) reportiore of must-haves in life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32096400-115506500072442049?l=prettyinpinkesq.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyinpinkesq.blogspot.com/feeds/115506500072442049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32096400&amp;postID=115506500072442049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32096400/posts/default/115506500072442049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32096400/posts/default/115506500072442049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyinpinkesq.blogspot.com/2006/08/breakout-blues.html' title='Breakout Blues'/><author><name>Cath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14216168993624827493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05243823201593892019'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32096400.post-115505344874624731</id><published>2006-08-08T10:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T11:12:45.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Apple MacBook: the New Fendi?</title><content type='html'>First, about my brief haitus from blogging: I was speaking to a group of Texas A&amp;amp;M incoming freshman at Fish Camp in Palestine, TX, where my sister was in-charge. Speaking was a big honor, as she specifically chose me, and I had a blast! She also chose her friend, Romeo, to speak with me, and if I do say so myself - we gave a very amusing, very informative talk. :-) Needless to say, I didn't get cell phone reception in Palestine, let alone internet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, a very exciting thing happened to me yesterday: I got a new MacBook from Apple. Law school, here I come! The MacBook is seriously this year's hottest accessory. Unlike the super-high-tech MacBookPro (which is hot, yes, but also much more expensive), the MacBook is slightly smaller. All of the tech mags claim that it's the best bang for your buck at $1499 (ahhh!). I am reminded of a "Sex and the City" episode where Carrie, who always wrote her articles on an (older, of course) Apple laptop, experienced the worst - it crashed beyond repair. Afterward, however, her wonderful boyfriend (who she sadly cheated on later!) presented her with a &lt;em&gt;new&lt;/em&gt; Apple laptop which had a handle for easy carrying. He called it "the most expensive purse (she'll) ever have." I like that. Though the MacBook does not have a handle for carrying, it's small size and clean, chic white color still convince me that besides being the most expensive purse that I'll ever own (unless I strike it rich in which case I will be carrying every Fendi B bag that I can find), it is also the coolest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best thing about my purchase was that I also got an iPod Nano and a new printer/scanner/copier which all came with rebates (so they're free!....eventually) because I am a college student. I think that Apple is offering this to college students until Sept. 16 (you can get the Nano online as well, but you can only get the free printer in-store). So basically, I'm all Applized and loving it. Unfortunately, I am still learning how to use the thing, so I write to you today from my mother's Gateway laptop...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32096400-115505344874624731?l=prettyinpinkesq.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyinpinkesq.blogspot.com/feeds/115505344874624731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32096400&amp;postID=115505344874624731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32096400/posts/default/115505344874624731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32096400/posts/default/115505344874624731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyinpinkesq.blogspot.com/2006/08/apple-macbook-new-fendi.html' title='Apple MacBook: the New Fendi?'/><author><name>Cath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14216168993624827493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05243823201593892019'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32096400.post-115475533625746186</id><published>2006-08-04T23:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T22:22:35.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No Need To Pout</title><content type='html'>My boyfriend, Eric, noticed my disappointment after I walked out of Anthropologie today at Dallas' Northpark Mall. "Are you depressed?," he asked with a smirk, to which I responded heavily, "What other way is there to be?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And without thousands of dollars to spend on Juicy Couture warm-up suits (their new jeans have heart-shaped pockets!), hundreds to spend on Dr. Brandt acne treatments at Sephora, or a credit card to charge shoes at Michael Kors, I often feel a little left out. However, I found a quick remedy (for the time-being...): nothing gives a girl more of a beauty-boost than a new lipstick/gloss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Fall sneaking up on us, I (to battle the temptations of actually whipping-out my credit card) decided to shift my energies to - yes - finding a new Fall lipstick. For only $20, you too can be the proud owner of "Baked Earth," a subtle mixture of brown, red and pink shimmer created by the great Laura Mercier. "Baked Earth" is part of her new line of lipsticks that feel basically like a pigmented lip balm. I've been wearing it all evening and....so far so good! I think I'm hooked on Laura for yet &lt;em&gt;another &lt;/em&gt;of my plentiful beauty needs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story: if I ever want to charge hundreds on my Visa, I'll remember to head-over to the nearest Laura Mercier make-up counter at Nordstrom or Neiman's and pay (a much safer) $20 cash for the latest trend in pouter-fashion. And, I always remember to hold my head high as I exit: carrying an oh-so-hautey shopping bag stuffed with classy tissue paper like the fashionista I wish I could afford to be!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32096400-115475533625746186?l=prettyinpinkesq.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyinpinkesq.blogspot.com/feeds/115475533625746186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32096400&amp;postID=115475533625746186' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32096400/posts/default/115475533625746186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32096400/posts/default/115475533625746186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyinpinkesq.blogspot.com/2006/08/no-need-to-pout.html' title='No Need To Pout'/><author><name>Cath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14216168993624827493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05243823201593892019'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32096400.post-115462488645010837</id><published>2006-08-03T11:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T12:08:06.463-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Leggings - to Participate or not to Participate</title><content type='html'>This Fall season - as if you care - I have decided to participate in fashion's newest trend: the legging. Yes, it's true. I, who did not participate in a simpler, recent trend involving bohemian broomstick skirts, am going one bolder. Leggings, I have decided, are among the more comfortable of trends that can - like the bohemian skirt - be integrated in both the Summer and Fall seasons. In Texas, especially, these leggings could probably be versitile for all four of the seasons, seen layered under jean skirts and accompanied by a trendy sweater in the Winter. Also, the legging is quite a staple for me in colder weather when I go for my outside runs, so I figure, that if they go out again I can still use them for excercising purposes. Not only are they comfortable enough to run in, but most of us can remember owning several pairs of leggings when they were in-style throughout both the 80's and early 90's. (I had several pairs of chic printed and non-printed leggings from Limited Too as a kid.) The Fort Worth Star Telegram said this yesterday about leggings in the "Life and Arts" section: &lt;em&gt;As for the staying power of leggings this time around, perhaps L.A.-based fashion designer Mary Jo Matsumoto says it best. "They're going to be everywhere," she says, "whether we like it or not."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you think that the legging will only be available at stores like Forever 21, you're wrong. Ann Taylor, Express, Foley's, Dillard's, Nordstrom, and even Neiman Marcus are all places where leggings (both in prints and solids) can be found. The only challenge, however, will be to &lt;em&gt;integrate&lt;/em&gt; this old 80's trend in our 2006 wardrobe, and to therefore refrain from shopping in Mom's closet for old clothes and accessories - not &lt;em&gt;everything&lt;/em&gt; is back (thank God).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32096400-115462488645010837?l=prettyinpinkesq.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyinpinkesq.blogspot.com/feeds/115462488645010837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32096400&amp;postID=115462488645010837' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32096400/posts/default/115462488645010837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32096400/posts/default/115462488645010837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyinpinkesq.blogspot.com/2006/08/leggings-to-participate-or-not-to.html' title='Leggings - to Participate or not to Participate'/><author><name>Cath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14216168993624827493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05243823201593892019'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32096400.post-115457711300197505</id><published>2006-08-02T22:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T22:51:53.010-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What's in a name?</title><content type='html'>The web address for my blog, is noticeably "PrettyInPinkEsq," which prompted my boyfriend to ask what the 'Esq' stood for (he's typically relatively smart) :-).  The abbreviation for &lt;em&gt;esquire&lt;/em&gt; is &lt;em&gt;esq&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;em&gt;,&lt;/em&gt; a title which used to be placed formally at the end of a man's surname (the men's mag, "Esquire," came about from this).  Today, and more popularly, the abbreviation, &lt;em&gt;esq.,&lt;/em&gt; is used as a title at the end of a lawyer's name (both men &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; women) in the United States.  I chose it in honor of both my attending law school and my lofty goal of actually graduating (hehe).  More ironically, however, I chose it to juxtapose the &lt;em&gt;PrettyInPink&lt;/em&gt; (my favorite color is PINK) aspect of the address, seeing as &lt;em&gt;esq.&lt;/em&gt; used to be seen only commonly with a man's name.  So deep, right?  Basically, I should've just called it "GirlyLawyer," but whatev-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32096400-115457711300197505?l=prettyinpinkesq.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyinpinkesq.blogspot.com/feeds/115457711300197505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32096400&amp;postID=115457711300197505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32096400/posts/default/115457711300197505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32096400/posts/default/115457711300197505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyinpinkesq.blogspot.com/2006/08/whats-in-name.html' title='What&apos;s in a name?'/><author><name>Cath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14216168993624827493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05243823201593892019'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32096400.post-115457060814560158</id><published>2006-08-02T21:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T21:03:28.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog....the Inspiration</title><content type='html'>This summer, I realized that it might be a smart (and chic, naturally!) idea to begin writing in a journal to document my life.  I wondered throughout the aisles in Barnes and Noble that contained very smart-looking journals, and pictured my grandchildren looking at the remains of old journals, reading my careful handwriting, and telling their own children, "My grandmother was something else!"  I smiled, thinking that I might be securing some sort of undying legacy, when I remembered the reason why I've never been successful in keeping journals before now.  The truth is, I hold my pen incorrectly (to the disdain of my kindergarten teachers) and find it extremely painful to write for long periods of time.  I have, however, been typing at expert speeds since the third grade.  Moments after this realization, my blog was built.  I figure that my grandchildren will find it much more convenient to carry my legacy with them by way of memory stick, anyway.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32096400-115457060814560158?l=prettyinpinkesq.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prettyinpinkesq.blogspot.com/feeds/115457060814560158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32096400&amp;postID=115457060814560158' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32096400/posts/default/115457060814560158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32096400/posts/default/115457060814560158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prettyinpinkesq.blogspot.com/2006/08/blogthe-inspiration.html' title='Blog....the Inspiration'/><author><name>Cath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14216168993624827493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05243823201593892019'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry></feed>