Bootielicious.

Christmas is a mere six weeks away. Time to start making out those wish lists...

I want to kiss these cutie patootie booties under the mistletoe for $350.

Got that Santa?

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Put those ratty pj's to bed.

On my way to work the other day, I found myself listening intently to an argument on the radio concerning women's sleepwear. The male radio hosts and several male callers were complaining about their girlfriends and/or wives and what they wore to bed...

They all had similar grievances, annoyed that at the beginning stages of their relationships, their ladies would wear sexy, slinky, sometimes naughty bits to bed. Fast forward 4 to 6 months later, and the objects of their affections are hopping into bed clad in ratty t-shirts, grandma nightgowns and pj pants with scottish terriers splattered all over them.

Apparently, these dudes felt somewhat duped. Like they had been coerced into a relationship with the illusion that every night would be filled with bustiers, corsets, fishnets and lace. Once the wooing was over and the men were "snagged" so to speak, the women resorted back to their old comfy ways with bunny slippers and sweats with holes in the crotch.

I immediately had flashes of my own repertoire of sleep ensembles and that dreaded oversized Toy Story tee. I made a silent vow to rip it into pieces as soon as I got home and use the rags to clean the bathroom. Fortunately, the rest of my sleepwear isn't as sad. I have a few cute little babydolls and some tanks and neutral pj pants that i turn to so i don't have to change when I have to walk the dog at 6am.

Then I thought, wait...what am I doing? I was siding with the boys and feeling insecure about my own pj preferences. Then I became angry. Women have very good reasons for wearing sweats and such to bed.

1. Life isn't a Victoria's Secret catalog. Women don't spend their days leisurely sipping cocoa in skimpy camisoles and cashmere sweaters...at least not in my house.

2. Most women work for a living and work attire isn't always comfortable. The first things I want to do when I get home from a stressful day is...sadly, I admit it. I want to wear that nasty Toy Story tee. So sue me.

3. Most women have little ones and babies at home, why wear a teddy if it's going to be spit up on during a 2am feeding?

4. Sexy sleepwear is high maintenance. We can't just throw them into the washing machine. We need to hand wash or dry clean, and as busy women of the millennium - do we really have time for that?

5. Dainty sleepwear costs money guys. If you don't believe me, just check out the price tag on this Ella Silk Teddy. If you want us to look luxurious, here's a hint...buy us luxurious things.

Ladies, dress for yourself - day and night, and don't let the man in your life pressure you. If he really loves you, he should be happy no matter what you're wearing.

By the way guys...when's the last time you wore anything other than your tighty whities to bed? Case closed.

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Madison Avenue

Madison Avenue, the shopping mecca of New York City.

Prada and Barney's, Dolce & Gabbana, oh my!

I'm getting excited just thinking about all the damage my AmEx card and I can do.

Unfortunately, a trip to the big apple is not in my near future, so I'll have to settle for the next best thing...a new handbag from Coach's Madison collection.

I'm eyeing the Python Sabrina for three thousand big ones, but if you can't afford the Madison Avenue price tag, there are plenty of cost efficient wallets, french purses, leather mini skinnies and wristlets to round out the collection while leaving you a few bucks for groceries.

If John McCain is elected I wonder if I can use my $5000 health insurance tax credit on these bags. They're totally health related...

If I don't have one, I'll die.

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Girl wins lottery - saves the world.

If I won the Florida Lottery that is now prized at a whopping 37 million smackers I would:

1. Get a head start on handling the global economic crisis.

2. Take Barack and Michelle Obama out for cocktails.

3. Order this hot off the runway Autumn look from Net-A-Porter.

4. Buy a puppy. Preferably one that fits in my pocket.

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Fashion buyer.

With a country amidst the biggest financial crisis since the Great Depression, it seems fiscally irresponsible to spend a gross amount of money on an accessory... but that still doesn't change the fact that if I won the lottery, I'd loosen the purse strings and buy this Coach Mirrored Julianne Bag for $1,100.

Call it an eleven hundred dollar bailout.

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Fashion anthropology

While cleaning out my Coach bag last night I found a $100 gift card to Anthropologie.

1. Uh...Yee-haw.

2. I guess I'm goin' a-shopping.

Good news:

Bad news:

Freethinker Shirtdress + Roundup Bag + Winged Resin Bangle = A hell of a lot more than my $100 gift card.

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Slim Shady Fendi.

I saw a teenage girl toting around a fake Fendi the other day. How do I know it was a fake Fendi? She stuck a wad of grape gum on it to save for later. Not even a child would pull that crap with a real Fendi.

This is just the type of treasure Jennifer Hudson's character Louise from the new Sex and the City movie would Bag Borrow or Steal. And if you remember your Sex and the City trivia, Samantha was kicked out of the Playboy mansion by Hef for getting her fake Fendi confused with a playmate's real Fendi. (Little did it matter that the playmate's boobs were even faker than Samatha's knockoff).

Would the real designer Fendi please stand up, please stand up, please stand up?

This Fendi from Forzieri is all real for $1,170.

Hello lover.

Fendis make the world go round.

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A-choo!

When smart people win the lottery, they invest. In real estate, stocks and bonds...priceless works of art...

I invest in handbags.

My accountant frowns upon this and is begging me to compromise. He says I should invest in some handbag art. At first I thought, I'm so not into paintings of purses. Then I realized, he may be onto something...

You know Jimmy Choo is the master of shoes...but did you know he makes killer bags too?

Check out this Jimmy Choo polly glazed bag. It's inspired by New York-based artist Richard Phillips' 'Riot' portraiture with images inspired from 60's and 70's fashion magazines.

It has cult Pop-art appeal, and is big enough to tote around all of my summer essentials. It's also a whopping $682.50, but hey...you gotta spend money to make money.

At least that's what Barton Finklestein, CPA tells me.

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Breakfast at Tiffany's.

You say, that we have nothing in common...and I said, what about Breakfast at Tiffany's?

You, me, and the band Deep Blue Something have a lot more in common than being obsessed with the cinematic classic Breakfast at Tiffany's. We also love our shades. I've got news for you my Huckleberry friend. Now we can shop for both of our obsessions at one place.

That's right divas, fashionistas, and cats with no name...if you didn't already know, Tiffany & Co. now offers an extravagant line of high class eyewear to compliment all that bling. Summon style icon Audrey Hepburn as Miss Holly Golightly while sporting the sleekest shades on earth, standing on Fifth Avenue in front of that famed Tiffany window eating a danish out of a bag. Somebody cue Moon River.

My favorite? Easy. The Tiffany Voile Rimless at $430. Gotta have those Swarovski crystal embellishments.

The only problem? They won't fit in that signature robin's egg blue blox.

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The Wizard of Coach.

Somewhere over the rainbow...
way up high.
There's a Coach bag that I'm craving
once in a Lotto Buy...

I don't think we're in Kansas anymore Toto. A wicker basket as a handbag just won't do. Forget there's no place like home, there's no place like Coach. I'm going to click my heels together and wish for Glinda the good witch to get me this Hamptons Weekend Stripe Tote. It's cool, it's classic, it's Coachtastic...and it's $248, so go ride around in Aunt Em's bag Toto...leave mine alone.

If I only had a brain, I would've asked Glinda for the matching wristlet.

*Keepin' it in Coach check,

sammy

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Stella!!

If I won the lotto, I would treat myself to this super chic Stella Mccartney Safari Jacket. It's made in Italy, and made for yours truly. I'm short, so normal sized trenches make me look like a cross between Boris from Rocky and Bullwinkle and Danny Devito. Stella's is petite, just like me. Plus, it'll be perfect to surprise my next boyfriend with on Valentine's Day wearing nothing underneath...Yeah, I know Valentine's Day is nine months away. Back off, I think ahead.

What the hell, since I just spent $1595 on a posh coat, I might as well throw in the matching Floral Slip Dress for $1095. I am a lotto winner after all. It'll be worth it. Now that I finally own some Stella, I won't have to scream her name out longingly on those long, hot New Orleans nights. The neighbors will be pleased.

*Keepin' it in the trenches,

sammy

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Clutch crutch.

If I won the lottery I would:

1- feed all the hungry children.
2- find a cure for cancer.
3- find a cure for aids.
4- buy this Marc Jacobs quilted pouch.

...Because after feeding all the hungry children and curing aids and cancer, I'll need a classy clutch for my date at the White House to receive my Good Humanitarian medal from the President (ahem, new President)...or at least some hot guy had better take me out for cocktails.

*Keepin' it charitable,

sammy

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Red Sole Searching.

You know you've officially arrived in Hollywood when you own your first pair of Christian Louboutin heels. Dudes, stop reading here. No offense but you just won't get it. Christian Louboutin heels are like Porsches for your feet. The holy grail of fashionable footwear, Louboutins have achieved a major cult following among Hollywood's elite making appearances on red carpets, awards shows, and on a plethora of best dressed lists. Yes, I said plethora. It was my vocab word of the day.

The signature red soles have been spotted on the stems of many a Hollywood siren - Cameron, Madonna, Angelina, Mandy, and Gwyneth to name a few... Hell, even Oprah claims to wear them them every day when she tapes her show. In fact, I bet that's how Barack got her to endorse him so strongly...by tossing some Louboutins her way.

If I had a million dollars... I would buy myself these Christian Louboutin Zip-Up Platform Sandals.

They're only $995, which is a steal for Louboutins...so in theory I would still have a big hunk of cash leftover. Too bad I'll need the other $999,005 to pay off my hospital bills when I break every bone in my body trying to walk in them.

Beauty hurts. Keep walking.

*Keepin' both feet on the ground,

sammy

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If I had major bank.

If I won the lottery I would pay off my house...then i'd buy this killer Gucci hobo. Or maybe I'd buy the bag first, then pay off my house. Come to think of it, I've always wanted a Shetland pony.

Then i'd give the rest to the March of Dimes because I'd feel like a big fat jerk for spending $1,790 on a handbag...and however much Shetland ponies are running for these days.

*Keeping the Gucci dream alive,

sammy

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Monkey Suit Dress

If I won the lottery I would spend it on this ridiculously hot tuxedo babydoll shirtdress by Proenza Schouler. I'd spend what was left buying the legs I'd need to pull it off.

If you're expecting a mega tax refund, get yours from Neiman Marcus.

Monkey See, Monkey Suit Dress.

*Keepin' the dream alive.

sammy

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