Thursday, April 26, 2012

Hot Proper Ladies in Hats Take On NOLA

Hot Proper Ladies in Hats
I had one of the most exquisite weekender experiences of my life recently. 

My friend Linda invited a few girlfriends to join her in New Orleans, Louisiana (NOLA) to help her celebrate her 40th birthday and upcoming nuptials.  I was honored and excited to be included but, what set this girls trip apart from the rest, is that Linda is currently residing in NOLA. 

So – us Angelenos – got to experience N’Oleans not so much as tourists but as locals.

We started off the weekend lunching at the grand dame of New Orleans’ old-line restaurants, Galatoire’s, located right on Bourbon Street.  We arrived eight strong decked out in party dresses and fancy hats ranging from Kentucky Derby to the Royal Wedding.

For more than 100 years, Galatoire’s has catered to NOLA’s high society and last Friday was no exception.  The Galatoire’s experience is less about food – which is French Creole cuisine and delicious – but more about the scene.  My girlfriends and I were tickled pink to see so many grown men dressed in a seersucker suits and straw hats.  Oddly, it did not look out of place with the lime green (with a hint of pea) walls adorned with The Fleur di Lis.

Table-hopping is mandatory and reservations are not accepted for the coveted first floor portion of the restaurant, unless you are the crème de la crème.  We, of course, had a ressie.

Our four hour lunch was filled with intriguing conversation, scrumptious Creole cuisine and the Grand Dame of Champagne flowed like water.  (Which may be why the tête-à-tête was so intriguing.)  I was so sad when our lunch ended because it truly felt like we were royalty and I didn’t want it to end.

However, I didn’t need to shed a tear because, as our little posse traveled down the streets of the French Quarter, it soon became evident that we were still holding court.

My good friend Tracy scheduled a carriage ride through the French Quarter.  However, we stopped in for a quick refreshment to kill time until our chariot arrived. 

At Pat O’Brien’s (also on Bourbon Street), our group of women were officially named Hot Proper Ladies in Hats.  It was so apropos and we all loved the moniker which remained with us all weekend long.

Our driver for the carriage ride was Tracy’s niece, Molly, a young woman who also hails from the Los Angeles area.  As we trotted through the cobblestone streets, Molly revealed a passion for her new home and profession while keeping us enthralled by the rich history and beauty of the landmark city.  It was a beautiful day and, by far, a once in lifetime experience.

Afterward, we bounced around the French Quarter some more and eventually found ourselves back home at Linda’s house before it was too, too late.

The next morning, we all slept in and enjoyed a lazy morning.  The city was under fire by severe thunder showers and it was surreal for me to just lie in bed and listen to the boom of thunder, crack of lightening and the drumming of the rain.

Linda’s rental house in itself was almost as interesting as the buildings we saw during our carriage ride.  The home, which was built in the mid-1800s, was a showpiece.

Three stories high with a myriad of rooms and hallways, it was easy to forget which century I was actually in as I lay in bed watching the colors of the stain glass window in my room filter the shadows of the rain.

It was such a relaxing day that it was almost hard to get ourselves out bed…I mean the door … to explore, but I am so glad that we finally did. 

Linda, who takes her new residency very seriously, was just as knowledgeable about NOLA as Molly. As we drove through her neighborhood – the Lower Garden District, and then onto the Garden District, Uptown (the Bel Air of NOLA), Audubon Place (an exclusive gated community next to Tulane University that boasts mansions as big as college halls) – she pointed out non-stop historical landmarks to significant cultural references as well as celebrity homes.

We ended our tour in New Orleans’s most haunted cemetery, St. Louise #1.  The day was grey and dreary; the perfect time to traipse through rows and rows of crypts that memorialized lost souls from the early 19th century.  However, our friend Jen, who is a conduit to the afterlife, let us know that there were more spirits floating around Linda’s house than the actual cemetery.

The rest of the trip was a blast and our fantastic weekend ended with a celebratory dinner for Linda and a night out listening to live jazz by local musicians.

On the last night of the trip, as I snuggled down into bed, I couldn’t get Jen’s comments about the lost souls in Linda’s house out of my head.

I wasn’t disputing her claims at all because I kept hearing heavy breathing in my room late at night when everyone was asleep. Now, I could be rest assured knowing it was just a spirit but, can you blame him, with all those Hot Proper Ladies in Hats staying in Linda’s haunted house?

Monday, April 23, 2012

Crushing Hard: Essential Blouse on a Budget

So I posted a few weeks ago that I had stocked up on some fun and trendy blouses for work.  I had success at one of my favorite fashionista on a budget boutiques – Forever 21. 

For $100, I came home with tops in every color of the rainbow, a beautiful accordion-pleat skirt plus some fun accessories.  F21 can be hit or miss for me as sometimes the fashion is just too junior but, in this case, I scored.

I love shopping designer but I have a hard time spending a lot of money on trendy items that have a short life-span, so I look to lower-end chains to satisfy my craving for over-the-top trendacies as I did in this case.

So, when one top in my bounty landed me mucho compliments, it seemed wrong not to share. 

Forever 21’s Essential Sheer Blouse – in Georgette-style – features a pleated, round neckline and fluttered raglan sleeves.  The tie drawstring at the waist gives it a flattering nip without an actual tuck. 

The only down-side is that it is not lined but, for $9.80, I can add my own cami thank you very much.

The color is a little bit on the “neon” side, so I almost didn’t buy it because I thought it was a tad too much but, when I realized it was less than $10, I had to go for it.

I am so glad I did because I received so many compliments that, even my self-deprecating nature, had to agree that maybe it really did look good on me.

Just in case neon coral isn’t the right color for you, it also comes in peach and blue.

Shop Forever 21

Thursday, April 19, 2012

Fashion Trucks Drivin' Style to You

God, I love food trucks.  I am in ecstasy whenever I find one and get to taste all those delectable delights that I wouldn’t normally eat.  But do you know what I love (conceptually) more than food trucks?  That’s right, fashion trucks. 

The mobile boutique trend is on the rise and I am praying that it is one movement that drives it home.

In major cities across the U.S., fashion hawkers are taking their wares to the road.

In Boston, The Fashion Truck ( has geared up to bring more than Red Coats to the masses; Dallas boasts The Vintagemobile (, a converted school bus, where antique western wear is the main theme; and Portland folks have a hankering for Wanderlust (, which sells vintage clothes from the 50s and 60s.

On a local level in Cali, Palm Springs has The Styleliner, (, which peddles high end accouterments from around the world, and Le Fashion Truck can be found around town here in the City of Angels.

Jeanine Romo, 25, and Stacey Steffe, 34, launched their mobile business – Le Fashion Truck – in January 2011.  The entrepreneurs started out by selling vintage clothing and jewelry at local flea markets but didn’t want to be “grounded in one location at a time,” said Steffe in a recent online article at FOX Business Small Business Center.

The concept of the transportable boutique – where they sell new, vintage and hand-made fashions while working with local L.A. designers – ironically blossomed out of a need for dependable transportation. 

Today, the truck is able to conveniently travel across L.A. and its surrounding areas so business has flourished.

You can map out Le Fashion Truck’s locations by following them via Twitter @lefashiontruck.

Personally, I thought the concept of food trucks was brilliant but, the mobile boutique, now that notion is going places.

Wednesday, April 18, 2012

A Perilous Pack: One Woman and Three Days in NOLA

All weekend long, I had been thinking about what I wanted to post for my personal essay.  There was really no topic out there that I felt passionate or intrigued to write about.  I realized that I was experiencing writer’s block due to being preoccupied with preparing for a girl’s trip which was looming on the horizon.

I am flying to New Orleans this weekend – with a few of my closest girlfriends – to celebrate our friend Linda’s 40th birthday and her upcoming nuptials.

I am super excited for several reasons: I am so happy for Linda and excited to celebrate with her; we have several fun events planned; and I have never been to the Big Easy before.

With my typical Type “A” personality and love of (slave to) fashion, I started thinking about my outfits for this trip a few weeks ago.  I took inventory of my walk-in and started researching by perusing fashion rags and checking my usual online shopping sites to get inspired.

After making a few purchases and working with what I already had in my closet, I had come up with the perfect pack; however – as is also typical of me – now in the 11th hour, I don’t like anything in my suitcase and am rethinking the whole thing.

Now, it’s not really a matter of that I don’t know what to pack; it is more about second guessing myself especially since I have never been to NOLA before.  In addition to the prediction of hot, humid, and rainy weather; I am really at a loss as to what I am going to want to wear.

For example, when I went to Paris three years ago, I pretty much packed a steamer trunk in order to be prepared for any fashion situation encountered in the city of lights. 

I felt prepared and didn’t look back with the exception of the decision to wear my C’est Moi Louboutins while shopping on the Champs-Élysées. After a few hours, I found myself teetering down the rue as if I suffered from Chinese foot binding.

I seriously don't want to make the same mistake for this trip.  Also, I was also hoping to be more strategic so I could carry on my bag and be ready to dash out of the airport – unencumbered by the luggage carousel – upon my arrival.

So here is where my Type "A-hole" personality – or perhaps my OCD nature comes into play – I am so overthinking this whole pack at this point.  I would be in better shape if all my clothes were Garanimals.  Then I would be able to just mix and match without worrying too much about it.

Here is the thing: I love clothes and, more than anything, I live for the opportunity to have something exciting to actually style myself for.  This trip is no exception. 

I think my problem may lie in the fact that I am over rambunctious.  Meaning, I can visualize myself in at least two – if not more – outfits for each scenario.

Basically, it all boils down to editing.  Which I might add, I have a hard time doing even in my writing so, to have to edit my outfits, is certainly a challenge to me.

None-the-less, it doesn’t take any of the fun away and I am very excited and looking forward to this trip and every fabulous piece of clothing that is lucky enough to make its way to NOLA with me.


Monday, April 16, 2012

Crushing Hard: Coachella 2012

Well, the first weekend of Coachella 2012 is behind us and photos of the music festival are starting to trickle out.

Coachella Valley Music and Arts Festival is a modern day Woodstock that is held over two consecutive weekends this year. The event -- which is held in Coachella, California -- features many genres of music and large sculptors, and is only a two and a half hour drive from Los Angeles.  It is a big attraction for celebrities and peace, love and happiness keepers across the globe.

My hubby and I so wanted to pack up the kid and car and head out to the desert for some tunes and people-watching, but tickets didn't materialize this year.  We chose to be happy just being voyeurs.

Here is a little tease, but stay tuned for an ATF recap of all Coachella fashion later in the month.

(L) Lilly Collins and Emma Watson (Photo:Donato Sardello)

RiRi dressed way down! (Photo: Michael Buckner)

Paris Over the Top!  (Photo:London Ent./MoVi Inc.)

Thursday, April 12, 2012

Finding Funny in ‘Tehrangeles’ with the Shahs of Sunset

Photo: Bravo Television
So, as spring has sprung, many of my favorite television shows are back on the air and some new favorites have cropped up as well. 

Mad Men has finally returned along with America’s Next Top Model and the Vampire Diaries.  While I am still faithful to Bravo’s Bethenny Ever After, I’m finding this season a little depressing with all the marital distress Bethenny Frankel and Jason Hoppy seem to be facing.

However, I have found my Shangri La funny bone in a show about “Tehrangeles.”

Ryan Seacrest and Bravo Television have teamed up to bring the most brilliant show that I have seen in years – Shahs of Sunset. 

The show follows a group of wealthy young Persian-American adults living and working in Los Angeles.  It is the Jersey Shore, but Persian-American-style which means everything in excess.

Seacrest, the executive producer of the “docu-series” said the upcoming cast was a mix between “hot” people and “not so hot, but funny people.”

God, he was right.  To me, the show is hysterical and stereo-typical, which may be offensive to some but the cast of SOS seem to be cool with it as well as the network.

According to a Bravo press release:

From over-the-top shopping sprees on Rodeo Drive to traditional family feasts at home “Shahs of Sunset,” celebrates the opulent lifestyle of a group of young, friends who have grown up together in Los Angeles and are now trying to balance their active social lives with their up-and-coming careers.  Armed with chromed-out cars, logo-ridden purses and designer outfits, they’ve got it and they’re not afraid to flaunt it.  But while these young socialites know how to spend money – they also know the value of family and tradition.  It is part of the Los Angeles culture and lifestyle that definitely has to be seen to be believed.

According to the Los Angeles Times, LA is home to nearly 800,000 Persian-Americans. Seacrest and Bravo Television have certainly tapped into uncharted territory  with the show, which is first of its kind, and could become as popular as the Real Housewives franchise.  They certainly wouldn't run out of potential cast members here in Los Angeles.

Tune in for big laughs: Shahs of Sunset is on Bravo Television on Sunday nights at 10pm.

Wednesday, April 11, 2012

The Pioneer Woman Inspires This Former Jersey Girl

Almost a year ago – when I started my blog – some friends told me that my style of writing was similar to Ree Drummond, creator of the blog, author of several best-selling books, and the star of her own television show on the Food Network. 

Whoa, what a compliment.

So, I immediately I signed up for the daily RSS feed of Confessions of a Pioneer Woman and have certainly enjoyed her lifestyle posts over the past year.  However, I knew she had a New York Times bestselling book but I had never had a chance to read it until just recently.

While at the airport in Panama City, I was desperate for a book to read in Costa Rica.  Unfortunately, the bookseller did not have my current book in the The Immortal series, my newest obsession.  (Alas, will I never grow up?)  So I quickly purchased The Pioneer Woman: Black Heels to Tractor Wheels and boy did I make the right choice.

The book was fantastic; an autobiography about Ree’s break-up from her long-term beau in Los Angeles and homecoming to Oklahoma only to move back in with her folks when – unexpectedly – cupid’s arrow struck. 

The story is one about love and how life decisions – albeit how easy or hard they may seem – can change your life.  The book regales Ree’s falling for her future husband – whom she fondly refers to as Marlboro Man – and all the funny anecdotes of transitioning from a city girl to a country girl.

It was quite an endearing tale and her witty voice immediately made me feel like I was right there with her.  But what really inspired me most was that Ree’s book sprouted from her blog. 

In the book’s introduction, she discusses how she had jotted down the story of meeting and marrying her husband but then suffered from writers block.  Sometime down the road, she pulled out the pages and posted them on her blog.

Her readers responded with positive feedback and asked for more; Ree’s motivation to write her love story grew out of her posts.

It is quite obvious how this motivates me.  My own story about traveling from New Jersey to Los Angeles to meet my own hubby has been documented in this very blog.  Not to mention my posts about moi's hobby, passion, addiction -- fashion.

The writer working VERY hard!

With each post that I publish, I have a sense of accomplishment and, as much as I enjoy writing about fashion, the written words for my personal essays come easy and give me the most satisfaction.

I have kept a journal since I was in high school.  A dream of mine has always been to take those transcripts and create my own anecdotal auto-biography of growing up on the East Coast. Growing up Jersey and then moving to the Big Apple and finally landing in the City of Angels.  I imagine it would be funny, light-hearted and laced with my self-deprecating sense of humor; but first things first; I have to find the time to write it. 

It would be now that I hear my grandmother’s voice in my head: "If you really want this, you will find the time."  So, I realize that, if I really want this, I have to make it happen at all costs.

There are several insecurities that keep nagging at me though:  Does it matter if no one cares – except for me – that I write a novel?  Would anyone other than my family and close friends want to read it?  AND, would they only read it out of pity? IF, I can even get it published, would it instantly be on the clearance rack at Borders?  (Hey wait, isn’t Borders out of business?)

Actually, if I can just write it, I would self-publish it online; no need to get anyone else involved and that just might be the best action plan because – other than my family and close friends – I’m just not sure how well my blog, All Things Fashionating, has even been received over the past year.  I don’t hear anything but crickets out there.
Me in my office -- see Jersey in the background!

By looking at my statistics on Blogger, I know that I have had 12,560 page views over the past year. I have carefully selected the button that does not count my own page views, so I am certain that there are some people out there who are following ATF.

I also know that I have “somewhat” of an International following as Blogger has tracked on a very broad basis where my readers reside -- for just this week -- they hail as far away as:  Australia, Russia, Singapore, Trinidad, France, Japan, UK, Turkey, Switzerland, Denmark, Bangladesh and some Kiwis in New Zealand.  But other than my Aunt Barb (and I don’t take her comments for granted so thank you very much!!!), I don’t get very many comments about ATF from my readers.  I’m not sure what I am doing wrong.

I know that between being a mom and wife and working full-time, I don’t have a lot of free time to cultivate my blog.  I wish I had the ability to peruse Bloglovin’ all day long and comment on the posts of my comrades in the blogosphere.  (Although, I suspect that would made easier if I had my “own” iPad Daddy-o! Just a subtle hint m’love!) 

I attended the BlogWorld Convention in Los Angeles to network and learn how the hell to schedule my blogs.  Surprisingly, I found it very informative and felt that I walked away a wee bit knowledgeable. But, as my sporadic posts reveal, sometimes it is all I can do to just to find the time to sit down and write.  So I take full responsibility for not taking the time to nurture my blog and be more motivated to make things happen. 

But I can’t help but wonder if anyone would notice if my blog went away?  If anyone out there does care – in addition to Aunt Barb – please let me know.  Don’t worry; I’m not going anywhere, but I just want to know what you readers out there think. 

What would you like to see more or less of on ATF?  Does my blog do anything for you?  Similar to Ree, would you like to see some examples of what I would write in my book – if I ever got around to writing it?  Would you support me if I asked you nicely?

I’m open to any feedback – the good, the bad, the ugly – I just want to know that you are out there.

Well, this is certainly a passive aggressive post and a somewhat desperate attempt to get some comments on my blog ( and, one more shameless request, don’t forget to sign up as a follower.  Those 15 followers happen to be my best girlfriends and close family members, so I could use some more.

With a year of continuous blogging under my belt, I feel that I have come to a cross roads.  I am going to continue to post to my blog, but the Pioneer Woman has motivated me to grow ATF to the next level, so why don’t you readers let me know if you want to hear more from this Jersey Girl.

Monday, April 9, 2012

Crushing Hard: A Replacement Purse

The sting of losing my favorite clutch two weekends ago is starting to fade.  Not that it could ever be replaced, but I am on a mission to find a new "going out" bag. 

My python clutch was a mixture of purple, gray and cream: It just went with everything.  I already have a few black back-up bags and even a pink "organic leather" clutch that I picked up last summer.  However, the purple color scheme is still fresh on my mind but I'm thinking that I must change my mind-set and be open to a whole new purse all together.

I found a few options at Nordstrom that I am contemplating, what do you think?

Vince Camuto, $198
House of Harlow, $195
Diane von Furstenburg, $395

All photos courtesy of

Friday, April 6, 2012

Fashionably Fashionating Fridays: Spring Into Color

On Tuesday -- as on any work day -- I walked into my closet and pulled on a work uniform.  Well you see, I don't really wear a uniform, I'm talking about the four or five work outfits that I wear when I want to be safe, comfortable and drab.  OK, I really don't want to be drab but, just for the sake of ease, these dark trousers, dark top and jacket all make me look like I am in mourning for my life.

I needed an infusion of color and a little spring in my step.

So the next day, I decided to stock up on some colorful work tops to mix into my wardrobe. 

A sunny yellow blazer and shell were just the things I needed.  I also found a rainbow sherbet accordion pleat skirt with a coral sweater and tops in melon and soft pinks.  A teal sweater and aqua cross body bag proudly await their turn.

I was so happy with my finds and I knew it was a good score because, as I was checking out, the sales associate commented on my beautiful rainbow of colors she was gingerly folding into my bag.

And with Easter on Sunday, this little shopping jaunt brought on an attack on nostalgia.  While growing up, my mom and I would always go shopping for a new Easter outfit and then some other spring clothes for school. I would be super excited to wear them even though the weather wasn't particular perfect.

I learned yesterday that the rays of sun from my yellow blazer couldn't keep the chill out, but my sunny disposition warmed my heart.

Wednesday, April 4, 2012

Pay It Foward By Giving Some Birthday Cheer

Cheerful Givers, a top-rated non-profit, provides toy-filled birthday gift bags to shelters and food shelves so that parents living in poverty can give their children birthday gifts.

Since the organization gave its first bag away in 1994, it has provided a half million needy children with a little birthday spirit. 

According to its website, Cheerful Givers states that by gifting these birthday bags to less fortunate children, it helps them to build self-esteem, enhances self-worth and builds the family bond.

Join me today by becoming a cheerful giver, it feels even better than getting a gift.

Tuesday, April 3, 2012

Losing It

I was so out of sorts last week. 

On Saturday – more than a week ago – Jason and I went to our son’s school district’s fund-raiser and I left my clutch purse in the taxi on my way home.  I wasn't snookered and realized it right away.  Jason had handed me a big bag to hold and I put the purse down next to my leg -- on the seat -- to grab the bag.  When we got out of the cab, I didn't pay but I immediately took inventory and realized I didn't have my purse just as the taxi driver took off.  Jason chased the car down the street like a crazy man and, I was so thankful for his chivalry, but it was to no avail. 

We phoned Yellow Cab right away and they put a bulletin out, but we had no luck.

However, two days later and after quite a few phone calls, I was finally able to track down the cab that we were in and, realized, it wasn’t Yellow Cab but a different cab company.  The driver didn’t find my purse. 

I know that it was my negligence that caused me to leave my purse behind but, what made it worse in the long run was that someone actually stole it and all my credit cards, ID, money and make-up.

More than that aggravation, I had to go days without a phone; having to cancel and get all new credit cards and driver’s license; my heart was broken because a few of my closest gal pals had pitched in and bought that gorgeous python purse for my birthday last year.

I hate losing things and knowing that I was just careless makes me feel even more annoyed with myself in this situation.

But this whole drama made me wonder, am I starting to lose it?

Earlier this month, when we were in Costa Rica, I nearly drove myself bonkers looking for a new pair of sunnies which I misplaced. I knew I had them and I hadn’t left the house (even though it was a 5 bedroom house and lots of places to lose them).  I searched high and low and they were just gone.  Once again, I was super sad.  I barely had a chance to enjoy them as I lost them on the first day I wore them.

It made me remember my late mother-in-law (fondly I may add).  I spent a lot of time with her and recall that she misplaced things often.  I could dutifully be found running around the house looking for the item in question.  Most times we found them and sometimes we didn’t.

In this case, my son Shane was my gopher.  While swimming in the roof top pool, he found my sunnies and favorite Target hat at the bottom of the pool.  Obviously, the wind had swept them into the pool.  The hat was sodden and ruined, but the sunglasses were back to live another sunny day with me.

I was so happy with that outcome. 

And, someplace deep, down, inside me; I’m having hard time giving up hope that I will never see my purse. Maybe the person who took the bag was only interested in the money and credit cards; perhaps they will stick my purse in a mailbox and the post office will return it to me.

Did you even know that was something the postal service did?  I only know because when I was in college, I lost my wallet and someone popped it into the mail box and eventually it made its way to my house.

Hmmm, definitely seems like I might be in denial and there is a significant pattern here.

Well, I can honestly say that although I am still sad today, the missing purse doesn’t crush me quite as much as it did last week.  And, although nothing can replace the thoughtfulness of my BFFs, there are plenty of other purses out there but I’m thinking I will opt for one with a cross body strap next time.

Monday, April 2, 2012

Crushing Hard in Stereo: Bloomies Friends & Family; Stella & Dot

I have been harboring a few Bloomingdale's gift cards since Christmas.  The old saying is true: When you got money to burn, there ain't nothin' out there; When you should be on a budget, the choices are endless.

Well, I've made the trek to my favorite Bloomies down at South Coast Plaza on a few occasions.  My goal has always been to find the perfect gift for myself but, since Christmas, I have come home empty handed on more than several occasions.

This past weekend was Bloomingdale's Friends and Family promotion, I thought to myself, "I have a bunch of gift cards and then an additional 20% off, I can't go wrong."  But boy, was I wrong.  After walking for hours through Bloomies (and Saks and Barneys Co-op and Mango and Intermix and H&M and Sephora for inspiration) and then back to Bloomies, NOTHING caught my eye, peeked my interest, got my mojo going...a failure. 

As I was literally walking out the door thinking of nothing but a lovely glass of Sauvignon Blanc, there she was... beautiful and just waiting for me to take her home.  It was a Coralia Leets gem necklace that was calling my name.  On closer inspection, I realized that I had been waiting for this piece of fashion jewelry all my life; HOWEVER, Bloomies did not have the exact color stone that I was looking for that day.  I truly was loving the Peruvian Opal earrings but the necklace did not come in that color.

The "SAID" necklace

After spending an hour with the sales associate trying to figure out the color I wanted, I decided to call it a night and sleep on it. 

Sadly, I left empty handed.

I dreamt of the necklace all night long.  It just had to be mine.  It reminded me of the necklace, which I could not find a picture of, that Camille Grammer was wearing all season on RHBH.  The only clue I had were the matching earrings Camille donned along with the necklace

The next day, I did my research.  Bottom line: Bloomies did not carry the necklace I wanted.  Since I had the gift card and the discount, if I was going to pull the trigger, it had to be there.  But I found out that Camille Grammer's earrings -- not necklace (because I couldn't find any mention) -- were from Stella and Dot (sort of the Tupperware of fashion jewelry).

According to its website, Stella and Dot, an Inc. 500 Fastest-Growing Company, is a San Francisco based social selling company that creates flexible entrepreneurial opportunities for women. Our boutique-style jewelry and accessories line is available exclusively through in-home Trunk Shows by Independent Stylists and online. Our one of a kind collections are designed by celebrated New York designers and featured in Gossip Girl, In Style and Lucky Magazine as well as on the wrists and necklines of today's hottest celebrities. The Today Show, Wall Street Journal and The New York Times have praised Stella & Dot for our innovative social shopping concept which brings together the best of ecommerce, social media, personal service and passionate earning to create the ultimate home based business for today's modern woman.

Not to mention that celebs LOVE this line.

The next day, I vacillated over whether or not the necklace was for me.  By 5pm, my husband said you are so koo-koo over this necklace, please go buy it right now.  Which I did and promptly logged onto Stella and Dot site to purchase the matching earrings for a third of the price.

I am in love!