To Hell with Crate and Barrel
I have a confession to make: I am in love. Although it’s not what you think. Okay, it is what you think. But we’ll get to…
I have a confession to make: I am in love. Although it’s not what you think. Okay, it is what you think. But we’ll get to…
I hate the day after New Years. The streets are littered with empty beer bottles, the roof deck is littered with silly string and the refrigerator…
First things first: my Good Morning America debut will occur on Monday, not today as I’d initially thought. So set your DVRs for Monday morning (or…
I know, I know: we’re already three days into the New Year and I have yet to post a single word about the Martini Bar Soiree,…
It’s finally here: the official 2012 New Year’s Eve Martini Bar Soiree! I’ve yet to come up with even the most cliché of New Year’s Resolutions…
Well folks, I have a new Facebook friend. And the conversation that prompted his request somehow pre-empted his reading of my post on the subject. Go…
Last night, I had a horrible dream. I was trying to figure out what to wear and my room was a mess and there were clothes…
Remember that line in Love Actually when Emma Thompson turns to Alan Rickman and says, “The trouble with being the Prime Minister’s sister is it does…
Since my last post, I’ve consumed one and a half martinis, three chocolate rum balls, two glasses of champagne, another two glasses of sangria and at…
I’m going to blame the snow. On account of Philadelphia’s first real snow storm, I got a little stir crazy on Sunday night. And because my…