BLURRED LINES, GOT TO GIVE IT UP FOR THE RUNWAY

From The Right-Side...

Renting glamor is not new. Guys have done it for years (that one time a nerd needs a tux).

But for girls? Maybe.

Wearer-owned dress.

A few years back I was tempted, for a hot minute, to sell a few of my best handbags to a place called; Beg, Borrow or Steal.

I sent them photos and they sent me the amount of spare change they would pay (no, they were pretty fair). Easy.

Needless to say, those bags are still hanging in my closet or under my bed. The cash would have been nice, but so are the bags.

But, renting a designer bag is so yesterday. Now, it is all about renting glam everything...dresses, jewelry, the works.

Rented baubles and beads are offered on several sites, but Rent the Runway caught my eye.

Two chicks from Harvard Biz School decided women should not have to beg for a loan from a shady guy on the street corner to strut their stuff in designer clothes.  These days it is more like beg Mom and Dad for extra allowance.

The Left-Side would probably step on this renting-your-garb bus, but I am just going to have to take a bus pass to every favorite retailer and make purchases. Bring on the overpriced duds!

But, if it is your bag...there is no begging or loan-sharking required when one can rent-to-wear and return to the Runway style pros. Imagine how organized a closet could be if the clothes were tagged temporary!

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From the Left-Side: Everything I know about fashion, the Right-Side taught me. You know what they say about men preparing for big events like weddings: Make sure the socks match. But there are definite "don't let this happen to you"...let's roll the tape:




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Speaking of spare change, the estate of Marvin Gaye is a little bit heavier in the pocket today. That seven million they won off of Pharrell and Robin Thicke, probably means they won't be renting their celebration attire.

Personally, I have both songs in my playlist and that makes me...Happy (yeah, had to go there).

Gotta dash...

CLASH 'N DASH YOUR PLATED GOURMET MEAL AT HOME

From The Other-Side..
 ....of Florida's coast!

Guest Post By: Tina Owen Gurskey


Tina Owen Gurskey

I could easily be referring to my "RIGHT SIDE" friends blog of the same name, but wait...these two words also characterize the Chef designed recipes, I recently discovered on a website, simply entitled "PLATED".

Recipes, for each particular meal, arrives in a clearly marked bag, containing everything needed for one of your pre selected recipes. Feeling adventuresome??? Let the company surprise you, based on your preferences, and each week will be something, new, tasty, and amazingly different, that promises to whet your appetite, simply reading the name of the dish.

Your task, once your delivery arrives at your door, is simply to select one to prepare that day, "CLASH" all the ingredients together, per the detailed instructions provided and in a "DASH", you will be sitting down to a chef inspired, fresh, tasty and delectable dish that evening.

Plated!

Each morning this past week, because I couldn't wait to see if the next meal could possibly surpass the last, I poured a cup coffee and began preparing the days dinner. The aroma of the selective spices, emanated the air and was reminiscent of having traveled to the Far East, Thailand perhaps, the next day, I found myself in Greece...

Well rounded, healthy meals, using fresh ingredients. I have a newfound love of cooking. The only way this experience could be heightened, is if each recipe was accompanied by a musical selection, reminiscent of that region.

Two huge portions await you, with unsurpassed creativity that makes a lovely presentation and best of all... no shopping required!

If I've piqued your curiosity...Sign up using the link below and we both get rewarded with two free meals!

WINNER, WINNER, CHICKEN KHAO SOI DINNER!
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CINDERELLA FROM DOWNTOWN ABBEY, NUDE IN CALL GIRL

From The Right-Side...

Cinderella, as portrayed by Lily James, has a tiny waist that has everyone up in arms. Controversy!

Lily James shows skin in Call Girl.

It is all fantasy, people!

Cinderella is not a real person, so move on.

Much more interesting to me?

The time Cinderella (Rose from Downton Abbey) played Poppy in Season Four of, Secret Diary of a Call Girl. No, she was not a call girl, she just lived with one.

You heard me.

Cinderella's pretend mom was a Madame (the Showtime hit was based on a real London call girl), and Lily (as Poppy) even has a nude-ish scene.

Now, that is much more fascinating than a tiny waist. Why aren't all the soccer moms talking about THAT?

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A friend (no names, to protect the innocent from my blog shenanigans) recently posted a photo on Facebook about getting her dog a Puppucino type thing from her local Starbucks.

Starbucks for your mutt!

Research found me to be way behind the times (not shocking) as this is not particularly new.

Whipped cream for your mutt in a Starbucks cup is what it amounts to.

I just happen to have a gift card for the place, so my hound and I will sit and sip together.

However, I may give her my coffee and I'll have the Puppucino, thank you very much.

Gotta dash...

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FLARED JEANS ARE UGLY AND KEURIG DUDE IS WHINY

From The Right-Side...

Did you hear that ugly-ass flared jeans are swirling all over the fashion runways?

Get your flare on.

Go to your closet today and pull every pair of skinny jeans into a stylish garbage bag and put it to the curb (trash chute, whatever). They are OVER.



Skinny jeans get to stay in my closet.

Don't even think about wearing skinny one day and flared the next. You must CHOOSE and it had better be flared if you have any sense of style. 

We must not let Anna Wintour down.

Letting flared and skinny share closet space is NOT allowed. There is only room for one!

Anna, here's looking at you...while wearing my skinny jeans. I never claimed to be stylish.

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The year...2007.

A new kitchen appliance catches my eye...Keurig (hot beverage maker).

Sorry about the recycling, but Keurig stays.

Before I uttered the words, HOT JAVA, I tossed one into my cart at Bed, Bath & Beyond, along with every variety of pods they offered.

The Left-Side drinks tea (iced),  so the pods were perfect and  my Tassimo maker made the scene at Goodwill with all possible dispatch.

The year...2015...six Keurigs later...the maker of  Keurig has gone public with a bunch of whining. He moans a load of regret that he invented the thing. The pods can not be recycled, and he is bummed for what he has done to the planet.

Please.

He is bummed that he only got paid $50,000 when he sold his marvelous invention.

Dude, cry into a kitchen towel, invent new pods that can be recycled, use your own coffee in the reusable Keurig pod, or move on!

Gotta dash...

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MARIGOLD HOTEL, DOGS AND TATTOOS

From The Right-Side...

Sequels should never happen, in life or on the big-screen.

Maggie Smith looks like I feel about sequels.

In life, one should never attempt to recreate a great party, trip, relationship or dinner. Ever.

Hollywood will never get it. They recreate because they seem too lazy to create.

The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel was an excellent movie, with a wonderfully talented cast. Hardly a flaw, and they wrapped it up quite nicely. Bravo.

Tomorrow brings the SECOND blah, blah, Hotel.

Nope and no thank you. As much as I love Maggie Smith and the Marigold gang, I take a pass on all the exotic shenanigans.

One of the best sequels to me, a classic movie buff, was After The Thin Man. As a matter of fact it was a tiny bit better than The Thin Man.

Sorry Dame Maggie, I won't be checking into the theater to see who is checking into the Marigold reboot.

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Pets are our exotic (using term loosely) best friends, right?


Her face speaks volumes.

Loyal and true, right?

Of course.

Well, when The Left-Side, ever thoughtful, shared the story of some lame woman getting a tattoo, while holding the paw of her canine, I laughed. A lot.

She needed support, people. From her dog.

That poor mutt (using the term with affection) should have been at the dog park or home watching Animal Planet while having snacks.

If you need a dog with you to get a tattoo, perhaps you are not emotionally prepared for all that permanent ink.

Curious if my own hound would sit patiently while I got a skull-and-crossbones chiseled into my kneecap, I snapped this photo, which I believe speaks volumes.

I can almost hear the words, spoken with love..."Keep moving, bitch, I'm trying to nap!"

Gotta dash...

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SURVEY SAYS, HAVE A DRESSY COCKTAIL

From The Right-Side...

Following random sites on Facebook is one of (many) guilty pleasures.

Just a regular Friday night at our home!

So, when I saw a post from, HUFF POST, this morning, I groaned.

Bitch Stole My Dressy Cocktail Party Thunder!

They offered up 9 reasons to have a home cocktail party, when we all KNOW we only need 1.

For years (but, who's counting) I have pulled sparkly things from the depths of my closet, shrugged into them and twirled (you heard me) toward martini glasses filled with fabulous concoctions shaken (never stirred) up by the Left-Side. All of this inside our own domicile. Although I wear sparkly things out, too.

Ask my family.

Ask anyone who really knows me.

Dress UP, people, at home or to go out. For the love of sequins!

So, take THAT, Huffy...you are late to the home-style cocktail party!

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Left-Side says ... a martini is a great reason to dust off the Tux and put on the Ritz. I can't let R-S corner the market on cocktail party glam, although as we all know, she is glam all the time.

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Survey says that I am always being asked to do a survey.

Survey says, I hate surveys.

Shopping is my hobby, and on every receipt (of which there are many) the clerk will dramatically circle a magic number and say..."Take this survey, you could win."

When I have a weak moment (hardly ever), I will do one.

But, shops are not alone in this nonsense, and The Left-Side can vouch for that fact.

He and I are known to sashay into various cities and hotels with regularity and upon returning home...SURVEY!

As a BUSY blogger and cynic of the universe, I KNOW damn well we will NEVER win one crummy thing.

But, the LS being a crafty sort, continues to tempt me with the possibility that we COULD. So, with the slight-of-hand of an illusionist, he swiftly slides this pointless junk mail from his inbox into my over-stuffed (with more junk mail) inbox.

I caved this week and did one about a recent stay at Hyatt Place. Let me reiterate...I did the survey.

What did Hyatt Place do?

They sent a fabulous thank you to the LEFT SIDE.

Gotta dash...

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What can I say? Guilty as charged. But honestly, I think we are reaching survey fatigue. They pop up on every receipt, they hound you on the phone and flood your email. Everybody is suddenly customer service conscious and wants to prove every customer is number one in their book. All well and good, but don't tell me, show me. And yes, R-S, I know the odds are astronomical and then some that one of surveys you filled out would actually win, but have faith --it could happen. 

Now I gotta dash and buy that lottery ticket R-S asked me to get.

-- Left-Side

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KENNEDY SPAWN USES GOV AS THREAT AND WANTS TO BE GOOGLED

From The Right-Side...

Another K-Kid is on the loose and behaving like an entitled brat (it's not even one of the Kardash-iziz this time).

Kennedy-Kid, Google this!

This outburst was from a Kennedy-Spawn, and there must be thousands of those, so the first name is irrelevant. It's a she. She is nineteen.

RFK, Jr.'s kid, according to Page Six, threw a kiddy-tantrum because a NY club security staff failed her! Damn him for not letting her use her sister's (whose name is, Kick, for the love of ridiculous) passport to get into the over 21 area of a club.

She hurled threats like, "Google me." "I'm a Kennedy." "The Governor will be calling." You get it, but evidently the security type didn't have internet access on him at the moment.

More like the guard had zero googles to give, because he braved those insults, kept the Passport and blocked her ass from the entrance.

I suggest the Kennedy-Kid should Google, Miss Manners!

I suggest the security guard get booked on every talk show so we can all give him a huge round of applause!

Get the Governor on the phone, he can arrange all of that.

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Kennedy's aren't the only needing a manners check-up.

A response I received via a business email.

Casual is as casual does, right?

In So-Flo where we set sail (on land) every day, it is all casual-all the time!

Even though texting and email have broken down some of the more formal biz rules, some things should remain solidly all business.

This week I sent a professionally written (in my opinion) email requesting a person correct a situation. Not a big deal, but it was wrong. She had made a mistake. She had been sending messages to the Left-Side when he had nothing to do with the project in question.

My response from this business type?

"You got it."

No greeting, no close...just those three words.

Guess I should be grateful she didn't say. "No problem, for correcting my mistake."

Gotta dash...(see, a close)

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