Archive for June, 2011

June 17, 2011

Tinker Bell, a Nymph, and Audrey Hepburn

Tinker Bell

I’ve discovered that there is a problem with buying a cocktail dress as a wedding dress.  The search never ends.  As a result, I am about to purchase a 3rd white dress to hang in the closet, and I know it won’t be the last.  I can’t help it.  I love them all.  And I’ll have plenty of opportunities to wear the discarded, white dresses in the future.  Right…

One was purchased and returned once I realized the dress was not all that flattering and the only reason why I purchased it was because it was a size 2 and I wanted to be able to tell my children one day that I wore a size 2 at my wedding.  Vanity at its best.

There is another one that I still love, but my always honest and ruthless friend, Robin, told me I look like a nymph or Tinker Bell.  Whatever.  It is sexy and Alice + Olivia.  It is staying in the closet until the big day.  I just can’t wear the satin lingerie shoes I purchased.  Then I will really look like Tink.

The most recent white obsession is perfection by Nicole Miller.  Super pretty and simple.  Think Audrey Hepburn, but in white.  I want it.  I showed the fiancé a photo last night.  He kindly suggested I wait until September before I make any additional purchases.  I responded with the stink eye and claimed that white will not be a Fall color so I must search high and low all summer.

June 13, 2011

Il Cane Rosso makes me wanna slap my mama!

PILF

It is not very often that I get the urge to say “Tastes so good it will make you wanna slap your mama!”  But oh boy… Il Cane Rosso does it to me every time.

In my not-so-humble opinion, there is only one kind of pizza. Neapolitan.  All others are shit; not to be confused with the shit.  Il Cane Rosso is legit, authentic and even certified Neapolitan pizza.  San Marzano tomatoes, perfectly chewy dough made with imported 00 flour, and homemade mozzarella.  That’s all you need.  I feel for that poor man in the back cranking out the cheese.  This is a place that gets the importance of ingredients and agrees that parbaking is blasphemy (ahem Eno’s).  An added bonus…they have a decent beer list.

Il Cane Rosso got their start with a custom wood fire pizza oven trailer and now have a restaurant in Deep Ellum.  We have been there every Saturday for the last month.  It is almost time that we get our own PILF t-shirts.  They are dog friendly too.  Fred joined us this previous weekend and enjoyed his own slice.

Back to mama slapping.  I have never understood why pizza, apple pie, or friend chicken would make me wanna slap my mama.  According to the always trusty worthy Urban Dictionary, food as good as Il Cane Rosso’s makes you wonder why your mother can’t cook like that and thus so angry that you want to slap her for feeding you mediocrity.  Friday after the Next made it mainstream.  Missed that flick.

June 8, 2011

Wedding Shoe FAIL

The first thing I selected for the wedding was a pair of shoes.  It was also the only thing I selected for several months.  Robin and I did some post-engagement shopping when I spotted these beauties.  The store was fresh out of 6.5 so I placed my order online.  They arrived, I tried them on, I admired them, and I promptly tucked them away for safe keeping.  Fast forward to last night when I got the urge to try them on again.  I happened to be wearing a short white dress just like I will be on October 8th.  They fit like a glove and were just as beautiful as I remembered…

That was until I looked in the full length mirror.  I looked like I belonged at Mr Hefner’s mansion and the only thing missing was a set of silicone twins and a silk nightie.  Who would have thought satin shoes with a decorative puff would look like trashy lingerie shoes?  Not this bride.

The shoes are going back.  All other wedding planning must come to a halt while I search for the perfect pair of practical 4” heels that I can teeter around the yard in during our outdoor, lakeside wedding.

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