If you’re petite like me, you know the pain of returning from a day-long shopping excursion empty-handed because everything in your size is hideous. I can’t, for the life of me, understand why designers seem to think we shorties ought to dress like we’re six or sixty. Elastic-waisted jeans and tops fashioned out of doilies? No thank you.
Which is why I’m currently obsessed with Maggy London. I’m going through a phase where all I want to do is wear dresses, and Maggy London has some of the prettiest, petite-friendly styles around.
At Nordstrom two weeks ago, I tried on four Maggy London dresses and they all fit perfectly. I only had room in my budget for one, so I decided on this blue floral wrap dress because Mr. Spoiled Pretty said I looked “gorgeous” in it. Plus, it was on sale. Score!
So if any of my vertically challenged sisters are in the market for fashion-forward frocks made perfectly for your proportions, I highly suggest that you try Maggy London on for size.
Check me out in my Maggy London dress, tweeting it up at L’Occitane in NYC.
Now that our stock is almost depleted again and it’s time for me to replenish the soap supply, Bath & Body Works fortuitously debuts a new line that I’m sure will satisfy my spoiled spouse.
American Grown is a collection of hand soaps and body gels inspired by great American destinations. Formulated with invigoratingbotanicals grown in the U.S., American Grown products condition, rejuvenate and stimulate the skin. Packaged in big, bold and colorful bottles, each hand soap and shower gel transports you to the American locale from which it draws its name.
In honor of my Libby, Montana-born/Spokane, Washington bred husband, I think I’ll add the Montana Sky and Washington Apple hand soaps to my shopping list. Products are also available in Napa Grape (we honeymooned there), Siesta Key Lemon and Savannah Mint scents. American Grown hand soaps retail for $6.60 and shower gels will set you back a mere $12.50.
Graham, you’re so vain…you probably think this blog post is about you.
What do you consider to be your best and worst features?
Too shy shy? Hush hush…eye to eye? I’ll go first:
Best: My saucer-sized peepers. I’ve been told by many beauty experts that my eyes were made for makeup. Is there a better compliment for a beauty blogger? I think not.
Worst: My tubby toes, an unfortunate genetic inheritance from Mama Spoiled Pretty. Ten years ago, a little girl I used to babysit informed me that my toes look like mini sausages. She was dead serious too. Every time I wear open-toed shoes, my self-confidence drops a couple of points. And I’ve spent years trying to figure out how to slim my fat phalanges.
Have you ever been walking down the street and seen hair weave just discarded on the sidewalk? I don’t know if this is something inherent to Philadelphia, or if there are rogue extensions littering the streets of America. But I just had to post these hilarious pics of weave remnants on the pavement near my apartment.
A few weeks ago while on a walk with Mr. Spoiled Pretty, we came across not one…not two…but three pieces of weave on the sidewalk. It was as if Hansel and Gretel left a trail of tracks so they could find their way back to the hair salon.
I’d love to know how these hair weaves end up homeless. Thoughts?