Post-Party Gypsiness

Well as I mentioned previously, I wore that simple black Frankie B Romper to the party and jaws were dropped.  Not that I looked THAT hot, it was because I stepped out of my comfortable boho zone.  Mr. BF is the main admirer, obviously.  At first I thought he was gonna pull a ‘Yeah you look fine’ retort and then continue being normal.  But that night he was all over me, I thought he caught some dog behavior from Bobo.

Anyway, that was mid-week party.

This weekend me and Trish are attending a baby shower downtown, and I was contemplating what I would wear to the occasion when suddenly Mr. BF appeared behind me.

“What are you doing?”
“I’m thinking of what to wear to Eve’s baby shower.”
“You can wear that sexy thing again.  Then I’ll come with you and Trish.”
“It’s a baby shower, not a party at the Playboy Mansion, you know.”
“I know.  And Eve is gonna be so jealous and she’ll kick you out of the house and I’ll have you all to myself again.”

Men.

Anyway, I finally decided to stick with who I am and found this.

The Nikki Tunic from Brette Sandler.  Cute isn’t it?  And no, I’m not going bottomless like that model.  I’m just gonna pair it up with jeans and…

…my Anuschka V Top Slim Bag.

Yes, people.  Sophie is back in town!

Happy weekend, everyone!

What’s In A Name?

I haven’t mentioned my best friend Trish’s baby’s name.? After a grueling 2 days, she finally decided to name her baby girl: Casey Audrey.? Casey is her husband’s dad’s name, and Audrey… well, I think she might have always wanted to name her kid that.? And she told me this morning, Casey Audrey has to be said “Casey Audrey”.? She won’t settle for just “Casey” or “Audrey” because “It would be just wrong, Soph.”? Okay then.? It’s not really weird to me as I have a Mary Ellen in my family, so Casey Audrey would be fine with me.

What’s not fine with me is this news I found.

To name your kid with something as bizzare as “Talulah Does The Hula”, I think could just be categorized as child abuse.? No kidding.? Thank goodness the good judges of Hawaii are aware of the social handicap she’ll be having if she sticks with that horrible horrible name.

I thought once of naming my future kids with fruit names, ah yes… very Gwyneth of me, but I figured… I don’t want my kids to be the bully target in the playground.? I could just imagine it.

“Give us your lunch money, Peachy!”

And so on.

It’s not as appalling as “Violence” or some sick (real) names out there, but I just don’t have the heart.? So I decided to wait and really take my time like Trish did.? Afterall, names, like faces, will stick with you until the day you die.? It’s a legacy from the parents and I think giving a loony legacy will get nobody anywhere.? So why do it in the first place?

I’m sharing this information with you, fellow bloggers to never name your kids with the following names I got from the article:

Fish and Chips
Yeah Detroit
Keenan Got Lucy
or the stupidest name I ever came across: Sex Fruit.

Those names are fortunately illegal to give in New Zealand.? I don’t know about our law here in the U.S., but I think… really, save the odd names for your pets (if they really deserve it, that is).

I’ve always thought Anuschka is a great name, though.? It’s exotic.? It’s beautiful.? It won’t cause your kids any social harm when they grow up.

But most importantly, it’s LEGAL.

Have a great weekend, everyone!

Welcome Baby!

My best friend Trish went into labour last night and I couldn’t be happier.? It’s a healthy baby girl and they have yet to name her.? Trish is fine, albeit exhausted.? I couldn’t help but feel a bit of an envy growing inside me.? Maybe that’s why, I’m feeling rather maternal today and couldn’t possibly decide what to give as a present!? Too much cute baby-girl stuff today and I’m switching my attention from shopping to checking out the news because I thought it would help clear my head from all those pink, yellow and pastels.

But I found a cute cute news here at People.

It’s said that Kimora Lee Simmons doesn’t approve her kids to wear midriff tops.? ? Omg, she’s such an amazing mom.? If I have a daughter of my own, I wouldn’t let her wear midriff tops either.? Well, not until she’s off-age at least.

Photo by: Gilbert Carrasquillo / FilmMagic

You can read the full news here.

They are absolutely gorgeous together.? I’ve always thought that Kimora Lee Simmons is one of the most beautiful women on the planet.

Speaking of gorgeous… I think since Trish has gotten her baby, it’s time to give the gift I’ve promised her a few months ago.

With this Anuschka Large Square Slouch bag, now she’ll be able to be a real yummy mummy for her cute baby girl!

Love you Trish! Love your baby girl too

Ok, now Aunt Sophie must go back to thinking on what to give baby girl.? Here we go again!

Fashionable Comfort: Do They Really Exist?

Actually the title was derived from my morning conversation with my best friend Trish, who happens to be in a very uncomfortable stage right now as she’s 8 months pregnant and looks like she’s about to pop anytime.

So the story was, Trish is downright fed up of being too pregnant to wear cute stuff.? I pointed some good maternity clothing shops, but she was bored.? She wanted to wear her high heels, mini dress and dye her hair in five colors like she used to.? See, this girl is anything but me, fashionwise.? Trish loves bright neon colors, and her definition of sexy clothes is tight, short and revealing.? Unlike me, she has no fear of heights as her shoes tower up to my chin.

Me?? I usually go for the loose-fitting, hippie-style clothing.? If I were pregnant, I’d stay preggers forever because then I won’t have to wear that little black dress Mr. BF loves so much.? I’ll do fine with my vintage Morrocan caftans and flat leather sandals.

Trish says generally I’ve got personal style.? “A hip hippie in the city” that’s what she likes to call me.? But she was totally silent when this morning I suddenly blurted out this question to her:

“Do you think I’m fashionable?”

After a brutal silence, she went, “You have your style, dear.? But no offense, you sometimes care a tad too little about fashion.”

I looked at her bunny slippers, beat-up night gown and striped pajamas and went, “Really?”

And she began to say that fashion knows no comfort.? I want to say otherwise, but her points are somewhat valid.? Fashion means starving yourself two days before you wear that tighter-than-thou dress, while comfort means empire-waisted dresses that allow you to eat heaps of dessert in a function.? Fashion means sexy stilletos, while comfort means boring flats.

Now based on those thoughts, I’m throwing this question into the blogosphere:

Which one is more fashionable, this Christian Lacroix *ahem* high-heeled boots?

or this comfy Dior flat?

I guess beauty is in the eyes of the beholder, but really, sometimes it’s better to pretend to be blind when it comes to fashion and live with Coco Chanel’s quote:

Fashion fades, but style remains.

So what do you guys think?

Baby Shower!

No I’m not talking about MY baby as I haven’t got one. I just got invited to a baby shower this weekend by my friend Trish. She’s very excited and now I am excited too. I talked to Mr. Boyfriend (yes, he’s still away on business *sob*) and we decided to buy this as a baby shower present.

Now Trish herself doesn’t know what the baby’s sex would be, so it was rather tricky for me to get her a present. But the ever thoughtful Mr. Boyfriend suggested that we get her something neutral. What can be more neutral than white and (a variety of) colors? Besides, if it’s a girl, then she’s going to get her first bag from Aunt Sophie, the bag-addict. Yay!

Speaking of bags, I wanted to give Trish a bag too. Since she will be a full-time mom, I wanted to give her something roomy so she can tote every baby equipment she might have, without going out of style. And I laid my eyes on this:

That’s gonna create one yummy mummy indeed! It’s large, it’s slouchy and what matters most is… it’s leather and it’s pretty. Trish would definitely love it.

Hang on. I’m beginning to love it too. No, I’m in love with it already.

Oh dear!