I've wrapped half a gift (thanks Auntie for doing the rest), had a VERY strong candy cane martini, an even better eggnog martini, 2 cup-a-noodles, and watched the same episode of "Real Housewives of the OC" 2 times (in a row).

I'm still feeling slightly heart broken but mainly pathetic. I think I'll use my sleepless hours searching for my New Years Dress.

After I'm all done sulking and drying out my bones from the cold I'll be out and about Dress Shopping. I've been craving feathers and sequin and a shoe in satin. I have no idea where I'll be hunting, but I hope that maybe we'll run into one another, and we can swap stories about 2008 and cross our fingers together in hopes that 2009 is just a little bit better. Because I've yet to see a perfect year.

Ehem...Because I'll be returning a whole bunch of Christmas Gifts. I think I may indulge in these:


Christian Louboutin Crepe Satin Sandals, Bergdorfgoodman.com

Mamma needs deserves a new pair of shoes.

December,

You are the new October.

Shame on you.

Love,
A

I'm mapping my City Stimulus Route this evening while indulging in (several) half priced bottles of wine at Bell Town Bistro. What I'd really like to be doing is wooping it up at Havana's but I've got a New Years Eve Party to plan (stay tuned, you are ALL invited)

There are (literally) 15 billion things to do this weekend. And, unfortunately, I've got a full day on Saturday (including dress shopping in the morning at Verdis Clothier. And, I'd encourage you all to at least stop in, because anyone who is audacious enough to open a new boutique in this economy deserves a high five and a few of my dollars. I LOVE the gung-ho entrepreneurial spirit our city has!!). So, I'm hoping that at least one of you can go to this and tell me all about it:




Like most of you, I'm sure, I can't believe it's December and 2008 is coming to an end. And, like most of you, I'm pretty darn excited for 2009. And, maybe only like some of you, want to take little snip-its of 2008 and fold them into teeny tiny notes and store them away in my back pocket. Because some of those snip-its have been truly magical. And, the older I get, the more magic I need.