Basically Fabulous Adea!

AdeaSee what happens when you’re stubborn and refuse to enter the twenty-first century and get a smart phone?

THIS is what happens.

Resorting to an old school point and shoot to get a pic of me modeling this incredible Adea layering top. A wardrobe basic that’s fabulous, that’s for sure. At any age!

I think it looks great with My Life as Lucille’s vintage Chanel button pendant, don’t you? (Now’s the time to contact her for holiday gift giving!)

adea2Adea are well-made basics that last. The tanks, camisoles, and layering tops made from Italian-made fabrics transform into timeless silhouettes that contour to your body for a modern, feminine fit. They’re soft, machine washable, and include UV protection 50+. Adea uses an intelligent, stretch microfiber that gives all of their products the luxurious feeling of second skin. Fit for lounging at home or when you’re busy at work, for running around town or around the globe, these pieces will become an indispensable part of your wardrobe.

This fall Adea launched a new, reversible camisole! Wear it as a v-neck or a scoop neck, whatever your outfit or mood requires. The reversible camisole will be available in two lengths, standard and tunic, for more layering choices and is made from Adea’s long-lasting, breathable, wrinkle-resistant fabric. The inch wide straps also offer coverage for most bra straps so the camisoles work as tank tops too. The Adea reversible camisole is a must-have wardrobe essential for women – travel with it, wear it to work, lounge with it at home, as a v- neck one day and scoop the next! Made in the USA and Italy.

The fabric is SO soft and silky but doesn’t ride up — looks totally put together on its own or as a layering piece. It feels so luxurious! I especially love the fact that it’s 50+ UV protected.

www.myadea.com

Adea sent me this product to try and review.

My Husband Has a Mistress and That’s All Right With Me

I did a bad thing, tricking you that way.*

SORRY!

(But it made you click on it, haha)

My tugboat man doesn’t have a mistress.

Or…does he?

He might as well have one.

Listen to the facts:

1. He spends a lot of money on her.

2. Sometimes when the tides are right, he spends more time with her than at home.

3. He found her on Craigslist.

Here’s my hub’s newest love, a Kies custom surfboard.

Apparently John Kies is one of the best surfboard shapers out there; at least that’s what I’ve been hearing for — well, it seems like for the last twenty-four hours. Nonstop. “Look at her shape!” “Isn’t she beautiful?” “I can’t wait to get her out in the water.”

Kies custom boardSo. Here she is.

Gaze your eyeballs on her beautiful and young body, so fresh and clean, no wrinkles or stretch marks or cellulite.

I actually drove with him halfway across San Diego County so that he could check her out — get a taste of her — stroke her and examine her from all sides –all the  while I sat in the car and read a book until it got too dark to read.

And now he’s applying a coat of fresh StickyBumps warm water wax so that she’s primed and ready for their first ride. Together.

But don’t worry about me.

I’ll do all right ‘cos I’m a SURVIVOR.

I have my eye on a sweet little pearl Chanel necklace.

All’s fair, right?


 

*P.S. Apologies to anyone who may have thought I was going to reveal marital dirt…I’ll admit to gentle teasing and snarky humor at times, but I almost never share personal dirty laundry in a public forum. Not my style. Not my thing.

 

 

Like a Virgin…a BlogHer Virgin, That Is: Tips From Princess Rosebud

Like a virgin, touched for the very first time by the lure of a blogger conference, I DO know the way to San Jose for #BlogHer14.

Why am I going? I HAVE NO IDEA. After blogging for two years and meeting lots of awesome bloggers online, it SEEMED like a gathering of like-minded women all together in one location focused on similar goals of monetizing and socializing was a good thing. So I bought a ticket the day the conference was announced.

And then I vacillated…I would go, I wouldn’t go, I should go, I don’t want to go, I need to go, I won’t go — back and forth in my mind for months until my tugboat man came home and it was time to MAKE A DECISION AND STICK TO IT.

He offered to drive me up and hang out, surf Santa Cruz, and be my support system.

How could I turn that down?

And if he wasn’t already the most wonderful husband in the world, he is now, because next Saturday is his birthday and I’ll be hanging around a convention center all day and going to parties at night and he’ll have to wait ’til I come back to the hotel to celebrate.

He’s still deciding if he wants a guest pass to accompany me to the parties…probably not, though. But maybe he’ll change his mind when we get there.

So I’m going. I think. No, I’m really going. I’m screed, but I’m doing this.

The hotel has been reserved, the shoes have been chosen, three days worth of outfits have been selected with laser-like precision…

As a former marketing professional, I’ve paid my dues at trade shows and conventions. Even though I’ve never attended a blogging-specific conference, I’ve been to dozens of other events and even organized several trade shows and expos.

THIS IS A VERY IMPORTANT LIFE LESSON…

“You never get a second chance to make a good first impression.”

It’s true; I live by it and it’s served me well during my life.

  • Dress for success; you ARE your brand, you ARE your own best PR person — and this is an opportunity to SHINE.

I know what’s important NOT to forget. Since I’m driving (being driven), I won’t address the issues of flight travel; I’ll focus on the hotel and fashion choices.

HOTEL TIPS

  • Bring antiseptic wipes. No matter whether it’s a five-star hotel or an off-the-beaten-path “no tell” motel, you can never be too careful. I wipe down everything; light switches, TV remote, toilet seats, bathroom faucets, chair arms (everything!)
  • Bring flip flops especially for wearing in the shower. I refuse to allow my feet to touch the shower/bath floor. It’s just too icky to think about.
  • Slippers to wear in the hotel room. And I usually throw them away. Nuff said.
  • Hub always always checks for bedbugs before I bring anything in the room.
  • I’m crazy, but I bring my own pillows. (Because I’m crazy.) And sometimes I bring my own sheets and blankets, again because I’m totes cray. And because I hate other people’s germs.
  • A bottle of my fave champagne, Gruet. Just ‘cos.

PACKING

I like to be prepared, so I always figure on 3 outfits a day times 3 days = 9 outfit changes. That sounds about right to me. I’m bringing two skinny jeans; white and deep green, two four fancy/evening/cocktail dresses (no evening gown, I was just kidding), two three summery casual dresses, two maxi dresses, work out clothes, panty hose (yes, sometimes I still wear them), 10 tops and blouses to mix and match with skinny jeans, a variety of sweaters, (cashmere/silk/cotton), and one black awesome business suit with a pencil skirt. Neutrals with a pop of color and sparkle is my personal fashion trademark.

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Pre-packing pandemonium

bloghershoesShoes: Mostly everyone else says to bring shoes that are comfortable, and I agree to a POINT. I’ll always carry a pair of flats and flip-flops in my bag, especially since I like to walk back to my hotel room during the day to freshen up and change, but I don’t think comfort is my ONLY criteria — being fashionable is important, too. Yes, I’m bringing all of these shoes. Even if I don’t wear ALL of them, I like to know they’re there, waiting in the wings, just in case…

Accessories: I have a special travel bag to keep earrings and bracelets and necklaces from becoming tangled. I’ll bring a strand of pearls and a few pairs of earrings that complement several outfits.

Handbags: A small Chanel that’s a great crossover body bag during the day and wonderful for evening events, too. A shoulder bag for my computer, business cards, gifts (brand-related of course), water, flip-flops, and another bag that folds — just in case. I like to be prepared.

FINAL TIPS

  • Hydrate, hydrate, hydrate. Drink a lot of water. I carry powdered organic wheat grass whenever I travel and fill a water bottle with one or two tablespoons to each 16oz water. Great for energy and all around well being.
  • Remember, “You never get a second chance to make a good first impression.” If you always dress in sweat pants, torn oversized t-shirts, and flip-flops, kick it up a notch. SHINE on the outside like you do on the inside.♥ And SMILE!

xoxo Princess Rosebud
See you #BlogHer14

 

Shopping Tips From Princess Rosebud. More Confessions of a Tugboat Captain’s Wife.

Shopaholic Tip #1 Save your receipts.

Shopaholic Tip #2 Make sure you are well versed in the return policies of each and every store in which you shop.

Here’s why: The other side of being a shopaholic is buyer’s remorse.  Sometimes it happens as soon as you arrive home and unpack all of your treasures — there’s a little seed of doubt growing roots in the other side of your brain no longer high with shopping endorphins — maybe you’re just not as enthralled about the colors or the cut or the style  — maybe the way the color looked under harsh florescent lighting is different that you imagined it would be; say for example, the cornflower blue sweater isn’t exactly the shade of cornflower blue you thought would be such an amazing pop of color with a specific blouse or maybe the shoes that you tried on for a moment in the store aren’t comfortable and would NEVER be worn.

Or if you’re like me and really hate the confines of a dressing room, you chose a bunch a couple outfits that you thought would fit ‘cos it’s your size and all that, but when you actually tried them on in the relaxed and serene (and clean) confines of your bedroom, you discover that the cut of the jeans is unflattering or has an unnaturally low rise. Come on people, when will fashion designers STOP manufacturing women’s jeans based on the body of a  prepubescent boy and remember that most women possess waistlines as well as child-bearing hips and we’d like our trousers to fall somewhere close and not be so obscenely low as to reveal our Caesarean scars? Hmm? It’s not that I don’t have some great Joe’s jeans and skinny jeans from Anthropolgie that fit perfectly right, but I’m talking generalities here.

Anyhoo, this is a running topic of contentious conversation with me and my tugboat man.

As soon as I tell him I went shopping, he asks me how soon it will be until I take half or all of my purchases  back. And then he laughs. Ha ha. NOT. It’s his little (tired) joke to bet me which items will not make the cut, so to speak.

Poor tugboat man. He thought that same psychology would work with any of my Chanel purchases, but sadly for him, this Princess is way more clever.

Have you EVER heard of anyone returning an iconic 2.55 Chanel quilted handbag with the chain strap because it didn’t fit? HAH! He’s not as smart as he thinks he is. I threw him a shady eye for even suggesting that it might go back. That’s crazy talk, Captain. He really doesn’t know who he’s dealing with. Really.

So, of those four pairs of shoes I purchased last week, I’ve kept two of them. The Asics went back. Why? Because upon detailed inspection at home, I discovered that they were NOT the same style as the ones I had originally purchased for $120.00 and they were not as comfortable. And I take my work out/walking shoes VERY seriously because I live in them. A heel or a wedge doesn’t need the same criteria because they’re worn for shorter periods of time and let’s face it, you don’t even think about hiking in a pair of Louboutin heels, right?

That’s why it’s UBER important to save your receipt and all the tags and make sure you know there’s a decent return policy — not as I’ve found with some shops in tiny print “exhange or store credit only”.  No SIR. I want my $$$$ back.  I do NOT want my money held hostage and  forced  to choose something else. That store goes on my list of places to NEVER again  frequent. It’s not that I don’t understand the nuance of a small business — I’ve owned a couple of them myself — but it’s a negative no matter what the reason, that’s all I’m saying.

I’m still shaking my head…return a friggin’ Chanel??? Does my tugboat man have ANY idea who he’s married to? I mean seriously, where has he been for the past twenty years? I suppose it was wishful thinking on his part, but COME ON.

I can’t even form the thought, “I’d like to return my beautiful Chanel handbag that I’ve lusted for and dreamed about my entire life.”

That’s a whole lotta crazy talk.

Hee hee. :) Have a lovely Sunday and remember to save your receipts!

Is There Anything Better Than Shopping?

That is NOT a rhetorical question. Or is it?

Duh, whatever, the answer is a resounding “NO!” unless it’s being the recipient of a gift…or multiple gifts sent by an absentee husband.

I realize that most of the time I’m talking to YOU as if you know all about ME, and for those that aren’t familiar with the backstory, here’s a brief overview…I’m really and truly the wife of a tugboat captain, a professional mariner, a proud member of the Merchant Marine.

He goes out to sea and I stay home. And shop. And clean. And glue seashells. And shop. And go to the gym. And did I already say shop?

I am an unashamed shopaholic.

And while there’s really nothing better than a daylong shopping spree, finding a box of treasures delivered by my friendly postman is equally exciting.

While I’ve been caring for my son and helping his recovery from emergency life-saving surgery and then discovering that the sparkles in my left eye were due to a retinal tear, not diamonds or rhinestones even (so unfair) —  my tugboat captain husband had to leave and go out to sea.

Yup, he left me and to add insult to injury, he departed ON MY BIRTHDAY.  At least he had the foresight to take me shopping at Bloomingdales before he left so that I could pick out my special birthday gift, a pair of Chanel sunglasses that I LOVE LOVE LOVE.

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Because he was unable to be here for the laser surgery to repair my torn retina (fingers crossed that it was a success) as he’s in the middle of one of our oceans (can’t say where exactly), but he had a couple of hours in a foreign port (can’t say which one) and what did he do with his free time? He bought his Princess Rosebud a whole bunch of presents ‘cos he knows how to bring a smile to my face and a sparkle (not that kind) to my eye!

You can kinda tell that he’s somewhere beachy, somewhere maybe hot and possibly Pirates of the Caribbean-y?

Pretty silvery wrapping paper, but it just made it that much harder to get to the treasures. I ripped ‘em apart like a wild animal…giftbagmess

First things first. Hard-working hub combed the beach “somewhere” for these seashells. A couple of them broke, but I appreciate the effort. Broken shells are better than no shells at all. jshells

Jewelry!!! You can never have too much, right? One butterfly bracelet in happy oh-so-bright colors. This will look gorg with a maxi dress and a sexy suntan, don’t you agree?

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The more the merrier is the way my hub thinks. Check out this dragonfly  bracelet. Think white skinny jeans, a skimpy top, and cork wedges. Oh, and a fruity cocktail. Maybe two…dragonflybracelet

 

braceletsideContinuing with THAT logic, if one pair of earrings is good, four is much better, right? Do you have the feeling that they were possibly on sale? Hmmm, no worries, I love them all!

They are all mother-of-pearl and various shells. ADORABLE!
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Now it’s time to resume being Cinderella and scrub the floors…my tugboat man is on the final leg of his assignment and should be home at Casa de Enchanted Seashells before the 15th. Yay!

 

 

In Which Princess Rosebud Gets Her Groove Back.

As in shopaholic heaven.

As in a daylong shopping frenzy.

On a roll, guys. On a friggin’ roll.

The sun is shining, the sky is blue, the birdies are singing.

Picture me sitting cross-legged on the floor, surrounded by bags and boxes and fresh crackly tissue paper. It’s Christmas in May!

I hope you are as snappy happy as I am that I haven’t lost my touch.

It’s been so long since I spent a solid day doing nothing but shopping — and I’m proud to say that I was firing on all cylinders, whatever THAT means.

I whipped out the plastique so fast there were tendrils of smoke swirling from its little slot in my (Chanel) wallet.

Must haves, every single one.

The only dark spot in an otherwise stellar day was a grave situation with the rack of undergarments at Kohl’s.

Simply put…a 32A bra should not be situated anywhere near a 42G bra on any rack at any store. And stop laughing at me. It was traumatic.

This is merely an observation from someone less — uh — ahem– less endowed.

Here’s the story: I was searching through the racks of sale bras at Kohl’s  –  and this is just a random thought…but could someone PLEASE organize them so that the 32A bras are not ALL lovingly nestled inside the 42G brassieres? There’s a whole world of sizes in between those two ends of the pectoral scale. Geez, it’s embarrassing enough to seek out the teeny tiny size I wear, but to be overshadowed by a brassiere that will eventually embrace two proudly gigantic mammary glands is almost more than I can bear…Those ginormous over-the-shoulder-boulder-holders were taunting me, I swear it. Taunting me!!! [sobbing now]

Ahh, but even THAT couldn’t dampen my spirits!

Today was a great day, my friends, a great day!

It all started with the seashells. Aren’t these enchanted?

newbottles

Michael’s had a sale. These guys were 50% off! Yippee!
Seashells are the best, right?shellbottleThat’s when I strolled over to Kohl’s in search of a new spoon rest; I didn’t find that, but look what was on sale! (Oh, and I did finally locate a couple of miniature brassieres, thank you very much.)

My super favorite brand of work out shoes —  Asics — and half the price that I paid a few months ago at Footlocker, so of course I needed twice the shoes — four shoes for the price of two!  Such a deal!

asics

Since I was totes feeling it, I stopped at the Carlsbad Premium Outlets and Cole Haan. These lightweight beauties were hiding in the secret back room clearance area. Did you know that most Cole Haan shoes boast concealed Nike Air technology? These do too, and are soooo comfy. Originally in the $200.00 range, my final price was $69.00 Cha-ching!

  • Heritage weave detailing on vamp straps. (LOVE the word “vamp”)
  • Jute-wrapped detail at midsole.
  • Stacked platform and wedge heel.

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Another shopaholic in Cole Haan was wearing the most adorable sandals so of course I asked her where she purchased them after I complimented her excellent taste in footwear and to my surprise and delight, she pointed right around the corner at Nine West. As soon as I completed my purchase at CH, I scurried over to NW. Could you just DIE? These are the mostest totes adorbs; could be my favorite sandal EVER. Can you make out the sparkles? Sigh.

sandalsAt another store, can’t even remember the name of it ‘cos I was on a M-I-S-S-I-O-N,  y’all, I stocked up on discounted Kiehl’s. It was at that point I wished I had someone with me to carry all my bags, or at least another arm or two.

The new Kate Spade store was open and really crowded. I tried on a couple of cute dresses, but nothing spoke to me in a demanding tone of voice, so I left with nothing, but that’s OK, too.

I’m resting up for tomorrows adventure, my favorite Nordstrom Outlet!

I’m Happy, Happy, Happy!

 

Silent Sunday: Sexy #Chanel Sunglasses

 

 

The new collection…MUST HAVE THESE! Must feed my Chanel obsession. chanelsunglases

 

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Vogue’s Vague Blunder and If Conscious Uncoupling is the New Divorce, Maybe I Need to Sign Up

I’ve been a bit out of sorts at Casa de Enchanted Seashells, I might be a tad snarkier than usual. My Tugboat man’s been home for a while and I’m seriously contemplating a temporary conscious uncoupling because he picked up a horrible bug somewhere and he’s been coughing, sneezing, whiny, cranky, grumpy – and he’s getting on my very. last. nerve. Guys make the worst patients, don’t they?
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What a few days this has been for America’s celebrity watchers!

Number One…Vogue, WTF?
Kimchee, I mean, KimYe, Kim and Kanye, baby momma and baby daddy, unmarried ‘rents of a compass direction, the magnetic true North, (Didn’t they hear my momma mantra, “No Cohabitation Without Documentation“?)

How did y’all pull off the cover and all that fluffy copy in Vogue? Hmmm?

Somehow, somewhere, I truly believe a shitload of cash must have been deposited into Anna Wintour’s offshore bank account, because how else could she justify the dummying down of Vogue Mag, the Vogue I’ve salivated over since I was a little girl in Detroit, using my shiny silvery rounded edged scissors to cut out my favorite aspirational fashions and paste them in my wish book.

HOW COULD YOU, ANNA WINTOUR??

How can you justify putting them on your cover?

You have hurt me to my core, Anna Wintour. I am SO disappointed in you. Really.

I loved Vogue, Vogue is fashion. Uber fashion. High fashion. Picture me, Princess Rosebud, in Detroit, drooling over haute couture (even the term is exotic and exciting), sucking in my rosy little cheeks to play “model”, walking across my bedroom floor with a stack of books on my head. I inhaled the smell of the print on a fresh mag (still do) —  and the added treat of those fragrance samples nestled between the pages.

This is where I honed my WANTS and desires of a material nature.

I am a material girl.

However, Kim Kardashian actually disgusts me. Her fame is based soley on a sex tape–A SEX TAPE. I’ve never seen it, nor do I ever want to, but I heard about it. She has no discernible talents or skills except for achieving the ultimate in a superficial and meaningless life.

GREAT message to send our impressionable young women, Kimmy! Way to go!

Maybe that’s my problem. I should have done a sex tape and accidentallyonpurpose leaked it to the media/public and then I’d be rich and famous, too! Too late now, right?

The KardKlan sells a line of klothing at Sears, and although there’s absolutely nothing wrong with SEARS, this is VOGUE, people. I want Chanel, Dior, YSL, MiuMiu, Burberry, Louboutin…all that jazz.

And I bet that no one knows that I have a personal connection with Vogue. When my Angel Boy was four and adorable, he had an agent and did a fashion shoot for the Italian Vogue. My baby boy! A model! He HATED it so it was a VERY short-lived career. Sigh. He was soo cute.

SHAME ON YOU, ANNA WINTOUR! SHAME ON VOGUE!

I’m on Vogue, too! Look at me and my new hard crush, Richard Roxburgh, star of the AU Rake, a MUST SEE. Don’t we make a LOVELY couple?

My Vogue Cover

On To Number Two…Gwinnie and Chris
WTF is a goop? I never would have googled goop (that’s funny, say it ten times…googlegoop googlegoop…haha) but I say BRAVO to Gwinnie for capitalizing on the death of her marriage to Coldplay hottie Chris Martin by making it a front page story to drive traffic to her website/blog.

Way to go, Gwinnie! Yay for exploitation! Apparently, nothing IS sacred anymore. Not even the conscious pulling off of the wings of your marriage.

But I bit, I went there, I “gooped” — and this is the gobbledygook goop that I found there.

Hey, Gwinnie, did you know this is the definition I found for “goop”?

Ick, right? Totes ick. Ewww.
goop

Mucho negative valence here, Gwinnie!

While visiting goop, I learned about this new age term,  “conscious uncoupling”, this systematic undoing of a marital contractual obligation, kind of like Jenga, carefully taking out one piece at a time until one day it totally crumbles. Who’s the loser? Who’s the winner?

Is that what you mean, Gwinnie?

You are so blah to me, sorry, I just never GOT you, you never thrilled me with your acting, and your personal life seems so CONTRIVED and FAKE.

Are you also dedomiciling, going phfft, disassembling?

And what about the kids? How do you plan to consciously uncouple them?

In the midst of all the important and serious events in this world, the media has focused tons of attention on these unimportant stories.

Just in case you missed it all, you’re welcome!

From goop:

Conscious Uncoupling

It is with hearts full of sadness that we have decided to separate. We have been working hard for well over a year, some of it together, some of it separated, to see what might have been possible between us, and we have come to the conclusion that while we love each other very much we will remain separate. We are, however, and always will be a family, and in many ways we are closer than we have ever been. We are parents first and foremost, to two incredibly wonderful children and we ask for their and our space and privacy to be respected at this difficult time. We have always conducted our relationship privately, and we hope that as we consciously uncouple and coparent, we will be able to continue in the same manner.

 

 

“You Are SO Fancy!” And My Love For All That Is Coco Chanel Propagates Yet Another Handbag

“Everything you have is so perfect and fancy.”

Fancy computer“Wow. Even your computer is all pink and sparkly.”

That’s what the girl in the cheetah animal hat said to me as we checked in at the front desk of a Best Western hotel on the way back from Sacramento. (To read about my testimony at the Fish and Wildlife Services hearing to delist wolves, click here: Saving Wolves)

We asked the obvious, and she told why she was wearing an animal hat.

“Because I burned my hair last night. I’m not sure ‘zactly how it happened, but when I woke up this morning, one side was burned and shorter than the other side, so I’m trying to hide it with the hat” as she pointed to her head.

“I was partying and can’t remember how it happened.”

Oh-kay, hub and I said together…

It was one of the nicest compliments I’ve ever received.

She GOT me. Totally.

I love being fancy.

And I love me some Coco Chanel.

Gabrielle_Coco_Chanel 2.55Just the name conjures up magic.

Infinite perfect design.

Aspiration.

Jacqueline Kennedy loved Chanel, too.jacqueline kennedy chanel

If you are a girl who loves and drools over Chanel, the acquisition of the iconic 2.55 handbag is EVERYTHING.  EVERYTHING.

History of 2.55
In the 1920s, Coco Chanel grew tired of having to carry her handbags in her arms and decided to design a handbag that freed up her hands. Inspired by the straps found on soldiers’ bags she added thin straps and introduced the resulting design to the market in 1929.[1][2]

After her successful comeback to the fashion industry in 1954, Chanel decided to update her handbag, for the modern woman. The resulting design was called 2.55 after the date of creation, February 1955.[1]

The bag has a number of amazing features:

  • The lining’s burgundy color represents the color of the uniforms at the convent where she grew up.
  • There is a zippered compartment at the inside of the front flap. That is where Chanel is rumored to have stored her love letters in her original bag.
  • The backside has a back outside flap for storage of money.
  • Chanel, recognizing that modern women needed to have their hands free while attending social functions, designed a double-chain shoulder strap, something common in downmarket products, but rare in luxury circles at the time. The chains were attached by a leather-threaded chain inserted though eyelets. The caretakers of the convent where she grew up held the keys at their waist dangling from the same type of chains as the 2.55 shoulder strap chains.[3]
  • The bag originally came with a front lock called “the Mademoiselle Lock” (in reference to Coco Chanel never marrying). Since the 1980s, versions can also be supplied with a lock in the shape of a double CC logo. These called “Classic Flaps”.[3]
  • The bag has a quilted diamond or herringbone pattern on the exterior. Using a running stitch, this gives the bag shape and volume.[1]The pattern is believed to have been inspired by several sources: by jockeys’ riding coats, by the stained-glass windows of the abbey at Aubazine, as well as by the cushions in Chanel’s Paris apartment.[

Chanel released an exact copy of the original 2.55 in February 2005 in commemoration of the 50th anniversary of the creation of the original. Though the name “Reissue 2.55” should apply only to those commemorative handbags, it is now commonly used now as a name for all the handbags resembling the original 2.55.[3] (Wikipedia)

And now I have my very own.
Another of my life’s dreams fulfilled.

Chanel GST Black boxYes, I do realize that I spent the better part of 2012 obsessing about having a Chanel handbag and I did get one — my very first — the Grand Shopper Tote, but as I explained over and over and over again (ad nauseum) to my hub, that was a DAY bag, my “every day” bag, and I needed (NEEDED) a dressier handbag for special occasions.

Once again, my tugboat man has given me the BEST EVER present.  Yes, I bugged him to death for it, but it’s a testament to his good nature that he STILL thinks I’m adorable…if a bit OVERLY tenacious.

However, I’ve agreed (in front of witnesses) that this will be my last Chanel. Chanel HANDBAG, that is. Because there are Chanel scarves, Chanel rings and necklaces and bracelets, and Chanel shoes and clothes. There is so much more Chanel for Princess Rosebud to acquire…shouldn’t he have been the least little bit suspicious when I agreed so readily? Ha ha. Dumb tugboat captain! :) He should know me MUCH better than that, right?

This one is mine. Mine. ALL MINE. Merry Christmas to ME! Happy Channukah to ME! So gorgeous. So perfect. So FANCY.CHANEL2.55 2 All MINE. A work of art.CHANEL2.55 Spoiled me. Tee hee! See how FANCY I am?Newchanel2.55

My Mad Skills As A Personal Fashion Stylist: But NOT My Dream Job, I Guess…

what-not-to-wearI had visions of becoming another Stacy London of What Not To Wear — without the signature silvery streak, of course, but with snappy repartee and a fast paced shopping excursion highlighting all of the essentials.

I’d help my clients build a wardrobe of neutral staples combined with pops of color, figure flattering visual interest, texture, sparkle, animal print, completer pieces, awesome shoes, and scarves to draw attention away from the hips and up to the the face.

I had an epiphany.

Sometimes things that theoretically seem like a great idea and plausible do NOT  always turn out that way in the real world.

I so wish y’all could have been with me; you’d be the ghost-like apparitions following us around the shops.

Here I am at my age (just never you mind about what it is) still grabbing at parachutes, searching for a career path, a niche, a calling, a vocation.

It’s been suggested by some that I should combine my love of shopping and fashion and become a stylist to help others who don’t have my innate good taste and eye for color, texture, and style. All kidding aside, my Hello Kitty obsesh is only a teensy weensy anomaly, not representative of what’s contained in my closet(s).

You know, shopping but for others with OPM (other people’s money) and stuff like that.

I kinda have a dilettantish background for it; I worked at San Diego‘s Old Globe Theatre in the costume department, I’ve sewn my own clothes for years, read all the fash mags, and spend hours and hours and hours shopping and drooling over finely crafted designer wear. Sigh.

In fact, I had serious thoughts of starting my own clothing company. I registered the name and acquired the patterns and though it kinda never went anywhere beyond the concept stage, it’s still viable. ***If anyone wants to partner, email me.

Anyhow, here’s the backstory:  I was getting my glasses adjusted last week at the same place we’ve gone to for about fifteen years. There was some convo with the owner who was asked to accompany her guitar teacher at a gig in Rancho Santa Fe (very ritzy part of San Diego) and she declined because she had nothing appropriate to wear.

One of her employees said, “Hey, you should ask Rosebud to shop with you, she’s a fashionista.”

One thing led to another and I learned that she hadn’t shopped for clothes in at least two years. TWO YEARS. Yeah, I know. Can you believe it? The poor thing. She needed me.

With a public declaration that I would be her personal stylist, our mission was to acquire a variety of clothing to wear for musical gigs in several different venues from upscale to casual.

We arranged to shop for a solid five-hour block.

Focused. Determined. Goal-oriented.

She picked me up here at Casa de Enchanted Seashells and we were off to The Forum in La Costa. I wanted her to feel the textures and colors and variety at Anthropologie, not necessarily to buy a lot of clothing there, but to arouse her senses and try on a lot of things outside her comfort zone.

Her current comfort zone seems to be heavily dependent upon beige t-shirts and beige cargo pants.

OY, the horror. I’m shvitzing just thinking about it.

If only I really were Stacy London, I would have happily tossed them in the trash can!

All my research tells me that It’s important to get to know your client and her personal taste, in order to help her to look her best. Trying on clothes is critical! Just because something looks good/bad on the hanger, you’ll never know if it works unless you try it on.

I had to force her to see beyond the initial like/dislike of something that’s just hanging on a rack.

We found a couple of JBrand skinny jeans at Anthro, along with several casual ethnic-inspired tops, and then we were off to Nordstrom Outlet in San Marcos. In addition to clothing, they have an amazing selection of footwear.

I selected two different styles of boots, two pairs of flats: one casual, one dressy, and two pairs of not-very-high heels.

She’s pretty open to trying new things and expanding her fashion choices (beyond beige, thank goodness)  but she’s not a girl who wears dresses or skirts with ease.

Because she needed to portray class and elegance especially for her upscale gigs,  I chose a Calvin Klein black blazer and matching tuxedo trousers as wardrobe staples.

I paired several blouses with the blazer/trousers, including a beautiful turquoise, green, blue swirly graphic design with a self-tie for visual interest, and an appropriate silk animal print.

Unfortunately, we were in such a time crunching whirlwind, I wasn’t able to take pics of the outfits.

What I learned about myself is that I’m REALLY good at this personal stylist stuff; I’m always helping everyone in dressing rooms who need advice — I’m not shy about offering my opinions, THAT’S for sure…

But…

I’ll let you in on a little secret…

I HATE SHOPPING WHEN IT’S NOT FOR ME.

Hate it. HATE IT.

This little Princess wants it all to be about her. Yes, I’m speaking in third person — it’s what I DO when I’m trying to really get my point across.

My arms are crossed and I’m stamping my little foot and yes, my lower lip is jutting out just like you thought it would be.

PRINCESS WAS SAD.

As I (back to first person) was perusing the racks for appropriate clothing to dress my client, my gaze wandered longingly to shoes and dresses and sparkly things that I wanted to caress and lovingly scoop up in my arms and run off to the dressing rooms…but this was not like going shopping with a friend where you each try on outfits and then come together for independent reviews of yea or nay.

I was being paid to SERVE someone else’s needs.

ME NO LIKE.

NO CAN DO.

Obviously NOT my dream job.

I was a very sad Princess Rosebud. I guess it’s not in the stars for me to be a personal stylist.

Yes, it was a success for HER but I came away empty-handed and depressed.

Black blazer and pencil skirt

This is not me; the suit is being tailored for my short arms and legs.

Guess what I did?

I bet it’s not too difficult to figure me out.

I went back to Nord a couple of days later and tried on clothes and shoes to my heart’s content.

I came away with an awesome black Calvin Klein blazer and matching pencil skirt (to replace an outfit I had previously returned to White House Black Market.)

And you know what?

NOW I’m happy. :)

And PRINCESS is happy, too :)

P.S. Anyone want to go shopping with me?