<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7645877118508257555</id><updated>2009-12-26T15:02:45.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections of an Urbanite</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofanurbanite.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7645877118508257555/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofanurbanite.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7645877118508257555/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Mickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03290635012062331454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>146</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7645877118508257555.post-2390144823022932229</id><published>2009-02-19T18:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T12:37:46.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>farewell my loves!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v0eX8vz5b0o/SZ4c9iMFkUI/AAAAAAAAAwA/h99czt9e8Ao/s1600-h/school+002-pola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304709254564122946" style="WIDTH: 329px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v0eX8vz5b0o/SZ4c9iMFkUI/AAAAAAAAAwA/h99czt9e8Ao/s400/school+002-pola.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stay tuned.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7645877118508257555-2390144823022932229?l=reflectionsofanurbanite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofanurbanite.blogspot.com/feeds/2390144823022932229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7645877118508257555&amp;postID=2390144823022932229&amp;isPopup=true' title='31 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7645877118508257555/posts/default/2390144823022932229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7645877118508257555/posts/default/2390144823022932229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofanurbanite.blogspot.com/2009/02/farewell-my-loves.html' title='farewell my loves!'/><author><name>Mickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03290635012062331454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11097420211341082486'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v0eX8vz5b0o/SZ4c9iMFkUI/AAAAAAAAAwA/h99czt9e8Ao/s72-c/school+002-pola.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>31</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7645877118508257555.post-7207674284467863399</id><published>2009-02-13T16:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T16:31:15.264-08:00</updated><title type='text'>mum's the word.</title><content type='html'>Man, y'all really take the saying "if you can't say anything nice, don't say anything at all" pretty seriously huh? I was expecting a flood of emails of "your boots are so ugly..." jokes in my inbox this morning, and I'm kind of disappointed that they don't seem to be noteworthy enough for folks like yourself to bother. I even braced myself when I strapped them on for school yesterday and the most I got was a "since they're basically made of rubber, do you feel like you're landing on the moon when you walk?" joke. I suppose my expectations for ridicule were set too high for once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v0eX8vz5b0o/SZYN93Hq2mI/AAAAAAAAAv4/ANvfLSJUcXY/s1600-h/woooooooow+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302440967694637666" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v0eX8vz5b0o/SZYN93Hq2mI/AAAAAAAAAv4/ANvfLSJUcXY/s400/woooooooow+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s280.photobucket.com/albums/kk197/mulatoqt/?action=view&amp;current=woooooooow004.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk197/mulatoqt/woooooooow004.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s280.photobucket.com/albums/kk197/mulatoqt/?action=view&amp;current=woooooooow005.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk197/mulatoqt/woooooooow005.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s280.photobucket.com/albums/kk197/mulatoqt/?action=view&amp;current=woooooooow007.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk197/mulatoqt/woooooooow007.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s280.photobucket.com/albums/kk197/mulatoqt/?action=view&amp;current=woooooooow022.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk197/mulatoqt/woooooooow022.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'm wearing:&lt;br /&gt;cardigan: AE &lt;br /&gt;Shirt: Thakoon for Target &lt;br /&gt;skirt: AA&lt;br /&gt;tights: Walmart&lt;br /&gt;shoes: Aldo&lt;br /&gt;jacket: H&amp;M&lt;br /&gt;backpack: asos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is basically the last thing I bought in DC. We went to a nearby Target and of course I had to browse the designer for section. I have to say, I was pretty indifferent to a lot of the Thakoon stuff, but there were a few good basics. I really loved this beige gauze shirt, especially with the pleating and the buttons going all the way down. I really wanted a pair of these wicked cropped menswear pants but the fit was horrible. Also, I must say, I may never use a purse again. This backpack I got off of the asos website in the men's section for $7 and I use it every day. It even holds my laptop. I love it so so so much. Anyways, I'm off to find a take out menu, slip into my most comfortable Primp thermal pjs, and download Lars and the Real Girl. Ciao my friends. xxoo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7645877118508257555-7207674284467863399?l=reflectionsofanurbanite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofanurbanite.blogspot.com/feeds/7207674284467863399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7645877118508257555&amp;postID=7207674284467863399&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7645877118508257555/posts/default/7207674284467863399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7645877118508257555/posts/default/7207674284467863399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofanurbanite.blogspot.com/2009/02/mums-word.html' title='mum&apos;s the word.'/><author><name>Mickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03290635012062331454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11097420211341082486'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v0eX8vz5b0o/SZYN93Hq2mI/AAAAAAAAAv4/ANvfLSJUcXY/s72-c/woooooooow+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7645877118508257555.post-8330958438103992924</id><published>2009-02-11T20:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T20:29:33.441-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my worn out floral nightgown</title><content type='html'>Wow, damn girls, some of you are a lot more adventurous than me. Just looking at those wooden platforms makes me to cower into the nearest pair of kitten heels. Well...not really. But they are pretty intense. For those who wanted to know who they're by, I have no clue. I found them on ebay but the pic is hyperlinked and it should take you to the listing. So a few things I gotta mention all at once since I'm cramming for exams, first, this is what I wore today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s280.photobucket.com/albums/kk197/mulatoqt/?action=view&amp;amp;current=mia003.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk197/mulatoqt/mia003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s280.photobucket.com/albums/kk197/mulatoqt/?action=view&amp;amp;current=mia005.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk197/mulatoqt/mia005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s280.photobucket.com/albums/kk197/mulatoqt/?action=view&amp;amp;current=mia007.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk197/mulatoqt/mia007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s280.photobucket.com/albums/kk197/mulatoqt/?action=view&amp;amp;current=mia009.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk197/mulatoqt/mia009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s280.photobucket.com/albums/kk197/mulatoqt/?action=view&amp;amp;current=mia013.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk197/mulatoqt/mia013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'm wearing:&lt;br /&gt;Boots: Michael Kors&lt;br /&gt;Sweater: H&amp;amp;M&lt;br /&gt;Tights: walmart&lt;br /&gt;Tunic: H&amp;amp;M&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm finally wearing my Kors boots. I know you guys will probably think they're ugly as **** and you're basically right, but I love them dearly despite their hideousness. Plus, my goodness, the traction on these babies? Thank you rubber. I bought this sweater while in DC, I literally had like ten minutes to browse while waiting for our table at the Cheesecake Factory, and I'm telling you, I was like a mad woman in there. Don't throw a girl into a store she can visit like once a year and tell them "hurry up!" That's just cruel and unusual punishment. I fell in love with this sweater when I saw it on Chictopia's Annabel and once she told me it was from H&amp;amp;M, it was game on. It's pretty much the best thing ever. Oh! and that dress/shirt/thing is actually backwards. I hate the front but its so pretty in all its white lace glory and I love it this way. I know I said I had lots to tell you guys, but I reaaaally gotta study, so I'll save those thoughts for the next post. xxoo (except you crazy anons)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7645877118508257555-8330958438103992924?l=reflectionsofanurbanite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofanurbanite.blogspot.com/feeds/8330958438103992924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7645877118508257555&amp;postID=8330958438103992924&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7645877118508257555/posts/default/8330958438103992924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7645877118508257555/posts/default/8330958438103992924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofanurbanite.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-worn-out-floral-nightgown.html' title='my worn out floral nightgown'/><author><name>Mickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03290635012062331454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11097420211341082486'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7645877118508257555.post-6959059970042723330</id><published>2009-02-08T20:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T20:49:03.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'>woodya?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;7.5 inchers anyone? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/cgi.ebay.ca/ws/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&amp;amp;ssPageName=STRK:MEWAX:IT&amp;amp;item=400002861209"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300654871932588834" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v0eX8vz5b0o/SY-1hZ58UyI/AAAAAAAAAvM/wgw1JvGqcHc/s400/whoa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7645877118508257555-6959059970042723330?l=reflectionsofanurbanite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofanurbanite.blogspot.com/feeds/6959059970042723330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7645877118508257555&amp;postID=6959059970042723330&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7645877118508257555/posts/default/6959059970042723330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7645877118508257555/posts/default/6959059970042723330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofanurbanite.blogspot.com/2009/02/woodya.html' title='woodya?'/><author><name>Mickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03290635012062331454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11097420211341082486'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v0eX8vz5b0o/SY-1hZ58UyI/AAAAAAAAAvM/wgw1JvGqcHc/s72-c/whoa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7645877118508257555.post-4384419067269256301</id><published>2009-02-05T22:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T22:36:18.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>stfu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Argh, don't know how many times I'm gonna have to dwell on these petty anons, but I seem to get a pretty big amount of hate mail so I kinda have to address it. Makes the blogging thing such a drag. So I mean, just in the future, I do ask that you guys focus on the fashion aspect of this blog, and please, as much as you may think you're doing a good service (or not), I don't really need advice regarding my hair or body. If you are so offended by my atrocious hairstyle, there are plenty of other amazing blogs that you can go visit, just check out my blogroll. I actually luuuuurve my new hair, I got it done by the most awesome fellow Trini and I think that the convo we had alone was well worth the $150! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So today I get to my morning class with the meekest professor ever who basically whispers all class and kind of just makes other students discuss things instead of lecturing. Today this group of guys is outside the classroom just being obnoxious, loud, annoying university boys, and he goes, excuse me one moment, steps outside and screams...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"SHUT THE F*** UP, ***HOLES."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and comes back in like nothing had happened. Made my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just wanted to show you guys that I found the most awesome future purchases on the most unlikely site...Frederick's of Hollywood!! I know I know, but seriously, check these out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v0eX8vz5b0o/SYvZJIZeH6I/AAAAAAAAAu8/xPo-uFeZx1k/s1600-h/omg1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299568137427885986" style="WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v0eX8vz5b0o/SYvZJIZeH6I/AAAAAAAAAu8/xPo-uFeZx1k/s400/omg1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v0eX8vz5b0o/SYvZJeiCb6I/AAAAAAAAAvE/ubVXSvz2sGI/s1600-h/omg2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299568143369400226" style="WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v0eX8vz5b0o/SYvZJeiCb6I/AAAAAAAAAvE/ubVXSvz2sGI/s400/omg2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're welcome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7645877118508257555-4384419067269256301?l=reflectionsofanurbanite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofanurbanite.blogspot.com/feeds/4384419067269256301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7645877118508257555&amp;postID=4384419067269256301&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7645877118508257555/posts/default/4384419067269256301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7645877118508257555/posts/default/4384419067269256301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofanurbanite.blogspot.com/2009/02/stfu.html' title='stfu'/><author><name>Mickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03290635012062331454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11097420211341082486'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v0eX8vz5b0o/SYvZJIZeH6I/AAAAAAAAAu8/xPo-uFeZx1k/s72-c/omg1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7645877118508257555.post-288953275434126698</id><published>2009-02-02T14:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T15:16:18.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I die.</title><content type='html'>I'm really sorry I've been neglecting the blog so much lately guys, but omg, I found two shows that I've become obsessed with and I've been watching them on repeat. The first is Stylista, and I think I literally just watched it because a) I hated those annoying twats Katie and Megan, and b) Johanna is flawless. Love her fascination with ruffles and structured collars, and I actually really dig her haircut. I knew it was love when she wore the coveted marc by marc alessandra dress in the first episode. Oh, and the other one is the Rachel Zoe project. I swear I will never call her a zombie or raisin face ever again. She is just so cute! I love that despite being surrounded by fashion 24/7, she still loves shopping and clothes. So hard to do, even if you only have a blog. Anyways, Rachel Zoe has amazing taste and she is adorable so lay off world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys, I've bought way too many things lately and I don't even remember whats in my closet anymore. I'll try and dig up some of my target and H&amp;amp;M finds from Washington, but in the meantime, I'm gonna try and re-wear dresses like this asos one that I've worn like once ever. Please ignore the holes in my tights too, I swear I was just going for the grungy rocker look......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s280.photobucket.com/albums/kk197/mulatoqt/more/?action=view&amp;amp;current=micknew002.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk197/mulatoqt/more/micknew002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s280.photobucket.com/albums/kk197/mulatoqt/more/?action=view&amp;amp;current=micknew009.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk197/mulatoqt/more/micknew009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s280.photobucket.com/albums/kk197/mulatoqt/more/?action=view&amp;amp;current=micknew010.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk197/mulatoqt/more/micknew010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s280.photobucket.com/albums/kk197/mulatoqt/more/?action=view&amp;amp;current=micknew011.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk197/mulatoqt/more/micknew011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'm wearing:&lt;br /&gt;shoes: aldo&lt;br /&gt;tights: walmart&lt;br /&gt;dress: asos&lt;br /&gt;cardigan: AA&lt;br /&gt;belt: vintage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and for those who were asking where my dress was from, its from the Fall 2008 BCBG ready-to-wear collection, and although I may regret posting such a skinny, beautiful girl wearing the same dress as me, here it is in action: &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v0eX8vz5b0o/SYd9uKZJEQI/AAAAAAAAAu0/gawnbGN_y7s/s1600-h/my+dress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298341718641938690" style="WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v0eX8vz5b0o/SYd9uKZJEQI/AAAAAAAAAu0/gawnbGN_y7s/s400/my+dress.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So pretty with the contrast of the brown belt and white tights, no? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7645877118508257555-288953275434126698?l=reflectionsofanurbanite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofanurbanite.blogspot.com/feeds/288953275434126698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7645877118508257555&amp;postID=288953275434126698&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7645877118508257555/posts/default/288953275434126698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7645877118508257555/posts/default/288953275434126698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofanurbanite.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-die.html' title='I die.'/><author><name>Mickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03290635012062331454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11097420211341082486'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v0eX8vz5b0o/SYd9uKZJEQI/AAAAAAAAAu0/gawnbGN_y7s/s72-c/my+dress.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7645877118508257555.post-4279572698197372622</id><published>2009-01-26T19:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T19:39:12.367-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shut up</title><content type='html'>I think I've written enough in one post to last for a year so I'm just gonna...........this is what I wore today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s280.photobucket.com/albums/kk197/mulatoqt/?action=view&amp;current=leather001.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk197/mulatoqt/leather001.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s280.photobucket.com/albums/kk197/mulatoqt/?action=view&amp;current=leather002.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk197/mulatoqt/leather002.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s280.photobucket.com/albums/kk197/mulatoqt/?action=view&amp;current=leather006.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk197/mulatoqt/leather006.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'm wearing:&lt;br /&gt;shoes: colin stuart&lt;br /&gt;tights: AA thigh highs&lt;br /&gt;tutu: asos&lt;br /&gt;tee dress: AA&lt;br /&gt;jacket: H&amp;M&lt;br /&gt;fur scarf: asos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! and I know I left right after I got my hair did, so here's a close up of my new 'do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s280.photobucket.com/albums/kk197/mulatoqt/?action=view&amp;current=mick005-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk197/mulatoqt/mick005-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You liiiike???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7645877118508257555-4279572698197372622?l=reflectionsofanurbanite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofanurbanite.blogspot.com/feeds/4279572698197372622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7645877118508257555&amp;postID=4279572698197372622&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7645877118508257555/posts/default/4279572698197372622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7645877118508257555/posts/default/4279572698197372622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofanurbanite.blogspot.com/2009/01/shut-up.html' title='Shut up'/><author><name>Mickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03290635012062331454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11097420211341082486'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7645877118508257555.post-5656571396764525618</id><published>2009-01-26T15:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T18:56:00.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aftermath</title><content type='html'>Hello my darlings, I've missed you all! Ok, well, unfortunately, I'm afraid I don't have much good news to share. I got to D.C. on Saturday night at around 2:30 a.m., woke up at 7 a.m., went downtown to see the "We are One" concert and literally slept on a box on the ground near the reflecting pool. We had to stand waiting that day for about four hours to not lose our spot among a nearly million strong crowd. Not to mention, it was cold. I'm Canadian, and I'm telling you, it was COLD in D.C. all week. So the next day we went to get tickets for the Aretha Franklin concert that they were supposed to give out at 4 p.m. After about two hours of waiting in line, we were informed that they had, on a whim, decided to give them out at 5 a.m. that day instead, despite official info to the contrary. Balls. Ok, so then we walk around and go back to the hotel. On the day of the inauguration, we woke up at 4:30 a.m. and took the shuttle to the most packed subway station I've ever seen, at 5 a.m.! We get downtown, walk forever and manage to find a relatively close spot and I am forced to, once again, sleep on the ground on a garbage bag this time. After nearly losing a few little toes in the cold, we make our way back to the hotel for the ball(s) that night. We get all done up, hair, make-up, the works, and take the subway to the Marriot. As we step out in our ballgowns and tuxes, the first thing we see is a sign that read this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The American Music Inaugural balls have been cancelled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it. The company had decided two hours prior to the event that the ticket sales were too low and cancelled and checked out of the hotel to avoid people arriving. We got a contact number and called and the lady says, "no that's just a rumour", and then "call me back in 15 minutes". Apparently it was so last minute that some of the organizers were unaware. So professional. You can probably imagine, since I had been looking forward to having one of the best nights of my life how disappointed we were. The only thing that they left was the website address, which they basically closed down right away. You can check it out here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.americanmusicinauguralballs.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe if somebody can actually contact the company, they could tell them that cancellation has two ls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we ended up being out of over $2000 and shelling out another $800 to not have to go home as we were. I think the saddest thing was seeing a group of older black women climb excitedly out of their rented limo and crying after a hotel staff member told them the bad news. Broke my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all, I was usually dirty, always cold, sometimes ripped off. And I had the most wonderful time. The crowd, the generousity, the emotion, the patriotism, it was the most lovely experience I've ever had. I made great friends and was able to see people in the best light possible. I met people from Amsterdam, Paris, Alaska, and Hawaii. The crappiness of it will pass but I was fortunate enough to see the first BIRACIAL president sworn in, and isn't that all that matters?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met these sweet old women who were supposed to attend the same ball as us and after sharing hugs and stories, one of them looked at me and told me, "Please, dear, don't let disappointment ruin the goodness of the day." So true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I apologize in advance to everyone who was hoping for celebrity gossip or impressive photos, I hope you still enjoy them. Oh, and Canada, please put a Target and a Cheesecake Factory next door to me when you get the chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s280.photobucket.com/albums/kk197/mulatoqt/?action=view&amp;amp;current=wow046.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk197/mulatoqt/wow046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My back up BCBG runway collection dress. The ruffles were so pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s280.photobucket.com/albums/kk197/mulatoqt/?action=view&amp;amp;current=wow037.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk197/mulatoqt/wow037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My younger brother, me, my mom, and a family friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s280.photobucket.com/albums/kk197/mulatoqt/?action=view&amp;amp;current=wow038.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk197/mulatoqt/wow038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, so bumping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s280.photobucket.com/albums/kk197/mulatoqt/?action=view&amp;amp;current=wow2085.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk197/mulatoqt/wow2085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A moment in history, wish I could've gotten a picture of the Capitol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s280.photobucket.com/albums/kk197/mulatoqt/?action=view&amp;amp;current=wow2053.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk197/mulatoqt/wow2053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Climbing garbage dumps, it's just what I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s280.photobucket.com/albums/kk197/mulatoqt/?action=view&amp;amp;current=wow2050.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk197/mulatoqt/wow2050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You always had news cameras in your face. In the tunnel at 6ish a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s280.photobucket.com/albums/kk197/mulatoqt/?action=view&amp;amp;current=wow2046.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk197/mulatoqt/wow2046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunrise in D.C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s280.photobucket.com/albums/kk197/mulatoqt/?action=view&amp;amp;current=wow2044.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk197/mulatoqt/wow2044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scene at the subway station at 5:30 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s280.photobucket.com/albums/kk197/mulatoqt/?action=view&amp;amp;current=wow2037.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk197/mulatoqt/wow2037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Access Hollywood reporting live from a really long line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s280.photobucket.com/albums/kk197/mulatoqt/?action=view&amp;amp;current=wow2036.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk197/mulatoqt/wow2036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria Menounos wears UGGS. I'm disturbed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s280.photobucket.com/albums/kk197/mulatoqt/?action=view&amp;amp;current=wow2011.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk197/mulatoqt/wow2011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Climbing Don's Johns at the We are One concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s280.photobucket.com/albums/kk197/mulatoqt/?action=view&amp;amp;current=wow2010.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk197/mulatoqt/wow2010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;750,000 strong at the We Are One concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s280.photobucket.com/albums/kk197/mulatoqt/?action=view&amp;amp;current=wow2006.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk197/mulatoqt/wow2006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The calm before the parade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s280.photobucket.com/albums/kk197/mulatoqt/?action=view&amp;amp;current=wow2007.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk197/mulatoqt/wow2007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope I gave you asense of the chaos in D.C. I gotta start preparing myself for 2012!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7645877118508257555-5656571396764525618?l=reflectionsofanurbanite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofanurbanite.blogspot.com/feeds/5656571396764525618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7645877118508257555&amp;postID=5656571396764525618&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7645877118508257555/posts/default/5656571396764525618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7645877118508257555/posts/default/5656571396764525618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofanurbanite.blogspot.com/2009/01/aftermath.html' title='Aftermath'/><author><name>Mickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03290635012062331454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11097420211341082486'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7645877118508257555.post-2268144980684928662</id><published>2009-01-17T00:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T00:16:15.408-08:00</updated><title type='text'>on my way</title><content type='html'>alright my online lovers, I am off to D.C. until Thursday. I MIGHT be able to update while I'm there since I'm bringing my laptop, but if not, then ciao, au revoir, a bientot, bis dann, sayonara, salam, hasta la vista, tot ziens, and basically SEE YA!!!!!!MUAH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7645877118508257555-2268144980684928662?l=reflectionsofanurbanite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofanurbanite.blogspot.com/feeds/2268144980684928662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7645877118508257555&amp;postID=2268144980684928662&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7645877118508257555/posts/default/2268144980684928662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7645877118508257555/posts/default/2268144980684928662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofanurbanite.blogspot.com/2009/01/on-my-way.html' title='on my way'/><author><name>Mickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03290635012062331454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11097420211341082486'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7645877118508257555.post-368244279493714818</id><published>2009-01-14T20:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T20:22:51.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...and the cheese stands alone.</title><content type='html'>Seriously, where the eff have all of you gone? I swear if you guys keep being all silent I WILL be forced the record my own rendition of "all by myself" and post it. Muahahaha. Whateves, anywho, it looks like my dress won't arrive in time and so I made a stop at BCBG tonight and got a replacement. It is GORGEOUS, it's from their runway collection, and I'm not going to show you until after I get back. That's what you get for being lurkers, heehee. I also got my hair fixed, but because it's still in that awkward just dyed phase I pulled it up for a future unveiling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this guy yesterday in my discussion group comes up to my table, puts all his books etc. over my stuff, grabs a new chair and basically forces me to switch to another table. I learned two things from this, a) I am literally invisible to all mens, and therefore this interaction makes perfect sense, and b) I have zero backbone. Seriously, who not only moves but says sorry (by habit) to the a$$hole making them move as they get up? argh, I need to be more Sasha Fierce. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s280.photobucket.com/albums/kk197/mulatoqt/?action=view&amp;current=mick2003.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk197/mulatoqt/mick2003.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s280.photobucket.com/albums/kk197/mulatoqt/?action=view&amp;current=mick2004.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk197/mulatoqt/mick2004.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s280.photobucket.com/albums/kk197/mulatoqt/?action=view&amp;current=mick2011.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk197/mulatoqt/mick2011.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s280.photobucket.com/albums/kk197/mulatoqt/?action=view&amp;current=mick2013.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk197/mulatoqt/mick2013.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s280.photobucket.com/albums/kk197/mulatoqt/?action=view&amp;current=mick2018.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk197/mulatoqt/mick2018.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s280.photobucket.com/albums/kk197/mulatoqt/?action=view&amp;current=mick2019.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk197/mulatoqt/mick2019.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'm wearing:&lt;br /&gt;crop tee: AA&lt;br /&gt;belt: vintage&lt;br /&gt;skirt: asos&lt;br /&gt;tights: walmart&lt;br /&gt;shoes: colin stuart&lt;br /&gt;fur: asos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7645877118508257555-368244279493714818?l=reflectionsofanurbanite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofanurbanite.blogspot.com/feeds/368244279493714818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7645877118508257555&amp;postID=368244279493714818&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7645877118508257555/posts/default/368244279493714818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7645877118508257555/posts/default/368244279493714818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofanurbanite.blogspot.com/2009/01/and-cheese-stands-alone.html' title='...and the cheese stands alone.'/><author><name>Mickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03290635012062331454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11097420211341082486'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7645877118508257555.post-697445386827965697</id><published>2009-01-09T11:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T11:32:19.751-08:00</updated><title type='text'>and the winner is....</title><content type='html'>Let me just say, I have maybe the best readers EVER. You guys really helped me out with the whole dress dilemma. I ended up going with what the majority of you voted for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v0eX8vz5b0o/SWehNh0t6FI/AAAAAAAAAuI/ag4lwZM-s4A/s1600-h/asosball2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289373541159790674" style="WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 370px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v0eX8vz5b0o/SWehNh0t6FI/AAAAAAAAAuI/ag4lwZM-s4A/s400/asosball2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#2. One lovely and honest reader did make the good point that the dress itself may be too showy for a ball. After all, it's above the knee, it has an open back, and the corset top is a little risque. I took this into account when I decided to pair the dress with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v0eX8vz5b0o/SWeichu6MRI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/mXV-aEr7NaI/s1600-h/final.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289374898345095442" style="WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 370px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v0eX8vz5b0o/SWeichu6MRI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/mXV-aEr7NaI/s400/final.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"velvet feel" black opaque tights,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v0eX8vz5b0o/SWej0QKHojI/AAAAAAAAAuY/NCbtQtpG2i4/s1600-h/new+jacket!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289376405455872562" style="WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 370px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v0eX8vz5b0o/SWej0QKHojI/AAAAAAAAAuY/NCbtQtpG2i4/s400/new+jacket!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This lovely plaid trench coat,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v0eX8vz5b0o/SWekTJodv8I/AAAAAAAAAug/N0o48Ao9oD8/s1600-h/final2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289376936280047554" style="WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 370px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v0eX8vz5b0o/SWekTJodv8I/AAAAAAAAAug/N0o48Ao9oD8/s400/final2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And a cute pair of leather gloves with zippers to add a little edge. Hopefully my additions will eliminate the sleaze factor a little! I haven't forgotten about shoes, in case you're wondering, I'm just currently stumped on which to wear. I have one pair of Oh Deer Loub knockoffs that would be great, but the thought of running around in heels that are horrendously uncomfortable gives me shivers. So if anybody has any suggestions shoe wise, holler at your girl. Ciao xxoo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7645877118508257555-697445386827965697?l=reflectionsofanurbanite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofanurbanite.blogspot.com/feeds/697445386827965697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7645877118508257555&amp;postID=697445386827965697&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7645877118508257555/posts/default/697445386827965697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7645877118508257555/posts/default/697445386827965697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofanurbanite.blogspot.com/2009/01/and-winner-is.html' title='and the winner is....'/><author><name>Mickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03290635012062331454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11097420211341082486'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v0eX8vz5b0o/SWehNh0t6FI/AAAAAAAAAuI/ag4lwZM-s4A/s72-c/asosball2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7645877118508257555.post-2043828559981970385</id><published>2009-01-06T19:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T19:47:39.255-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pretty and ugly dresses(you can decide what is what!)</title><content type='html'>Yahoo!!!! I got so excited when the mailman came to deliver a package today I think he might never come back. Let's just say the combination of squeals, shrieks, and repetitive OMGs made him look at me like I was a five-eyed monster. Inside the tightly sealed bag was this beauty:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v0eX8vz5b0o/SWQd8xs-ijI/AAAAAAAAAtY/cDRrobsUCdY/s1600-h/rojasislovely.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288384792411146802" style="WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v0eX8vz5b0o/SWQd8xs-ijI/AAAAAAAAAtY/cDRrobsUCdY/s400/rojasislovely.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my lovely new Rojas dress. I'm building up quite a collection of Rojas pieces, actually. They're just so well made their stuff is irresistible. If you don't know the brand, check it out on &lt;a href="http://www.karmaloop.com/"&gt;http://www.karmaloop.com/&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.revolveclothing.com/"&gt;http://www.revolveclothing.com/&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.shopnastygal.com/"&gt;http://www.shopnastygal.com/&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.pixiemarket.com/"&gt;http://www.pixiemarket.com/&lt;/a&gt;, and lots of other places. I scored this $100 dress for a measly $30 on a Karmaloop during a 4 hour 70% off sale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, ok, so you know that picture below of the ugly princess dress? I found it on this site called &lt;a href="http://www.uglydresses.com/"&gt;http://www.uglydresses.com/&lt;/a&gt;. It's pretty much the most awesome site in the universe. Here are some of my fav finds:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v0eX8vz5b0o/SWQiP2X-SeI/AAAAAAAAAtg/xnBrXJJ-O0o/s1600-h/wowwy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288389518129252834" style="WIDTH: 282px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 326px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v0eX8vz5b0o/SWQiP2X-SeI/AAAAAAAAAtg/xnBrXJJ-O0o/s400/wowwy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v0eX8vz5b0o/SWQkNcc9r4I/AAAAAAAAAuA/o4OBcABXGws/s1600-h/woooooooooow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288391675834380162" style="WIDTH: 255px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v0eX8vz5b0o/SWQkNcc9r4I/AAAAAAAAAuA/o4OBcABXGws/s400/woooooooooow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And every princess needs a pair of glass, err, maxi pad slippers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v0eX8vz5b0o/SWQjFhk0gGI/AAAAAAAAAt4/x3kPMXYqJUk/s1600-h/woooow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288390440258928738" style="WIDTH: 289px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v0eX8vz5b0o/SWQjFhk0gGI/AAAAAAAAAt4/x3kPMXYqJUk/s400/woooow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you &lt;a href="http://www.uglydresses.com/"&gt;http://www.uglydresses.com/&lt;/a&gt; for making my life. Oh! and you guys have been super so far but if you haven't voted yet, please help me pick out my ball dress! I will probably decide tomorrow depending on the results. ciao peeps. xx00. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All photos courtesy of &lt;a href="http://www.uglydresses.com/"&gt;http://www.uglydresses.com/&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7645877118508257555-2043828559981970385?l=reflectionsofanurbanite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofanurbanite.blogspot.com/feeds/2043828559981970385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7645877118508257555&amp;postID=2043828559981970385&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7645877118508257555/posts/default/2043828559981970385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7645877118508257555/posts/default/2043828559981970385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofanurbanite.blogspot.com/2009/01/pretty-and-ugly-dressesyou-can-decide.html' title='pretty and ugly dresses(you can decide what is what!)'/><author><name>Mickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03290635012062331454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11097420211341082486'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v0eX8vz5b0o/SWQd8xs-ijI/AAAAAAAAAtY/cDRrobsUCdY/s72-c/rojasislovely.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7645877118508257555.post-2704214438402902294</id><published>2009-01-05T19:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T20:19:40.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'>how to dress for a ball 101</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Not that all of us will necessarily be attending a gala in the near future, but chances are that eventually, you'll have to go to some sort of formal function, be it a wedding, anniversary, prom, etc. While I was searching for formal dresses, I stumbled across this monstrousity:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v0eX8vz5b0o/SWLU8J-8xEI/AAAAAAAAAsg/X-DebxOBfrY/s1600-h/eww.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288023042423571522" style="WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v0eX8vz5b0o/SWLU8J-8xEI/AAAAAAAAAsg/X-DebxOBfrY/s400/eww.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My only advice is to PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF PEPTO BISMAL POOFY FREAKISH FROCKS do not go the outdated princess route, you will regret it. Opt instead for something less horrendous and more chic. My preference is fitted corset high waisted dresses with a full skirt, which look best on my frame. If I could pull off a sexy pencil body con type dress, I certainly would. However, no hips+ squarish frame=a definate no go son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here are my current options, if you guys could leave me a message ASAP with your preference I would be the happiest girl north of the border. Here are the three finalists, in no particular order:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v0eX8vz5b0o/SWLZd7TbW_I/AAAAAAAAAs4/AboSQOxOMwU/s1600-h/asosball3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288028020644994034" style="WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 370px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v0eX8vz5b0o/SWLZd7TbW_I/AAAAAAAAAs4/AboSQOxOMwU/s400/asosball3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v0eX8vz5b0o/SWLacMa8fpI/AAAAAAAAAtA/55lIBRPmCtI/s1600-h/oops.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288029090391817874" style="WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 370px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v0eX8vz5b0o/SWLacMa8fpI/AAAAAAAAAtA/55lIBRPmCtI/s400/oops.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v0eX8vz5b0o/SWLZdiap-8I/AAAAAAAAAsw/6tiNa9Pbimc/s1600-h/asosball2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288028013964426178" style="WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 370px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v0eX8vz5b0o/SWLZdiap-8I/AAAAAAAAAsw/6tiNa9Pbimc/s400/asosball2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v0eX8vz5b0o/SWLacUvVLjI/AAAAAAAAAtI/rxBY91i5ozA/s1600-h/oops2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288029092624805426" style="WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 370px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v0eX8vz5b0o/SWLacUvVLjI/AAAAAAAAAtI/rxBY91i5ozA/s400/oops2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v0eX8vz5b0o/SWLZdbq4GRI/AAAAAAAAAso/0UE7Oxdhabk/s1600-h/asosball.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288028012153411858" style="WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 370px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v0eX8vz5b0o/SWLZdbq4GRI/AAAAAAAAAso/0UE7Oxdhabk/s400/asosball.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v0eX8vz5b0o/SWLbOsUeHBI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/EtYGduQiKBA/s1600-h/oops3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288029957948054546" style="WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 370px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v0eX8vz5b0o/SWLbOsUeHBI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/EtYGduQiKBA/s400/oops3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm leaning towards #2 for three reasons. It's a lovely democratic blue, its embellishments give it a bit of edge, and its on sale for $40. Vote how you wish though! Thanks lovelies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7645877118508257555-2704214438402902294?l=reflectionsofanurbanite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofanurbanite.blogspot.com/feeds/2704214438402902294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7645877118508257555&amp;postID=2704214438402902294&amp;isPopup=true' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7645877118508257555/posts/default/2704214438402902294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7645877118508257555/posts/default/2704214438402902294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofanurbanite.blogspot.com/2009/01/how-to-dress-for-ball-101.html' title='how to dress for a ball 101'/><author><name>Mickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03290635012062331454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11097420211341082486'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v0eX8vz5b0o/SWLU8J-8xEI/AAAAAAAAAsg/X-DebxOBfrY/s72-c/eww.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7645877118508257555.post-7585634809545880207</id><published>2009-01-04T21:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T21:47:13.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"why are you dressed up?"</title><content type='html'>If I hear that one more time today, I swear I'm going to scream. I apologize that I left my skinny jeans and abercrombie pullover in my closet today. Not that there's necessarily anything wrong with casual dressing, but can't I just care how I look without being perceived as being high-maintenance or odd? To be honest, I didn't even think I WAS dressed up today. But every person that saw me asked me the dreaded question. Can y'all relate to this? Well I'll show you what I wore and let you be the judge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s280.photobucket.com/albums/kk197/mulatoqt/?action=view&amp;current=grannychic013.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk197/mulatoqt/grannychic013.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s280.photobucket.com/albums/kk197/mulatoqt/?action=view&amp;current=grannychic016.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk197/mulatoqt/grannychic016.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s280.photobucket.com/albums/kk197/mulatoqt/?action=view&amp;current=grannychic018.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk197/mulatoqt/grannychic018.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s280.photobucket.com/albums/kk197/mulatoqt/?action=view&amp;current=grannychic022.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk197/mulatoqt/grannychic022.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cheapest outfit ever!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what I'm wearing:&lt;br /&gt;skirt worn as a dress: stolen from a bin of would be donated things from my sister&lt;br /&gt;belt: vintage&lt;br /&gt;tights: walmart&lt;br /&gt;shoes: gojane&lt;br /&gt;cozy lovely cape cardigan: old navy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to Washington, D.C. in a couple of weeks for the presidential inauguration and I am so excited because a) hello, its a moment in history, and b)I get to see some of my long lost family, one of whom gets to be Obama's guest of honour!!! so amazing. Anyways, even though I have dresses, I don't feel like any of them are special enough for the occasion and want to purchase a new one. So I NEED you guys to help dress me for whatever ball/gala I go to!!! I'll show you the current options in an upcoming post. Ciao pretties xxoo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7645877118508257555-7585634809545880207?l=reflectionsofanurbanite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofanurbanite.blogspot.com/feeds/7585634809545880207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7645877118508257555&amp;postID=7585634809545880207&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7645877118508257555/posts/default/7585634809545880207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7645877118508257555/posts/default/7585634809545880207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofanurbanite.blogspot.com/2009/01/why-are-you-dressed-up.html' title='&quot;why are you dressed up?&quot;'/><author><name>Mickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03290635012062331454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11097420211341082486'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7645877118508257555.post-5951362629025173738</id><published>2008-12-30T11:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T12:53:27.155-08:00</updated><title type='text'>holy tomatoes</title><content type='html'>So you may have noticed I've been completely absent from the blog the past week or so. My xmas was pure craziness and I really wanted to spend as much time as I could with my family, especially with my sweet grandma. I've also been working strange horrible hours at work so bear with me. Besides the excuses already mentioned, and in addition to now catching the most horrible stomach flu, I've been literally hooked on this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285672363454403522" style="WIDTH: 373px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v0eX8vz5b0o/SVp7AobMk8I/AAAAAAAAAsA/VYp5R_7ayNM/s400/wii.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's not my cat, unfortunately, but it's a lot cuter than me. I lurrrve my new wii. I managed to score pretty much everything on my Christmas list, including the Kors boots I was drooling over, Influence, and this rad photo umbrella thing that I'll probably feature once it looks more polished. I actually didn't really get too many fashion-related items, mostly because I'm really picky, and for some reason, people always tend to think I'm into things like patent belts and Victoria's Secret's pink line apparel. Go figure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So instead of asking for stuff, I saved my money and used it towards a few major scores in the sale department of asos. Among my purchases were &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v0eX8vz5b0o/SVp8f-bu87I/AAAAAAAAAsI/BIGR5BFyD6Y/s1600-h/asosxmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285674001449808818" style="WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 370px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v0eX8vz5b0o/SVp8f-bu87I/AAAAAAAAAsI/BIGR5BFyD6Y/s400/asosxmas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A shearling biker jacket, which I've wanted foreeevvvver. I love shearling, and I love the twist on the classic biker jacket. We shall see. May be horrendous in person. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v0eX8vz5b0o/SVp9WYiHqXI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/4V0URDnyiEw/s1600-h/asosxmas1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285674936168851826" style="WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 370px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v0eX8vz5b0o/SVp9WYiHqXI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/4V0URDnyiEw/s400/asosxmas1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A minor tu-tu. I don't think I can graduate to the full out poofiness of a regular tu-tu just yet, so this is a start. I love the colour. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v0eX8vz5b0o/SVp-H69NkdI/AAAAAAAAAsY/mPo2IN1JDHs/s1600-h/asosxmas2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285675787222880722" style="WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 370px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v0eX8vz5b0o/SVp-H69NkdI/AAAAAAAAAsY/mPo2IN1JDHs/s400/asosxmas2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;leave it to me to find the one thing not on sale during a 75% off event. But seriously, jumpsuits are just the loveliest things ever. Especially ones that will keep me warm during this chilly season. Public washrooms may get complicated though, I haven't quite figured that one out yet...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and this is what I wore today:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s280.photobucket.com/albums/kk197/mulatoqt/?action=view&amp;amp;current=fur015.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk197/mulatoqt/fur015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s280.photobucket.com/albums/kk197/mulatoqt/?action=view&amp;amp;current=fur008.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk197/mulatoqt/fur008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s280.photobucket.com/albums/kk197/mulatoqt/?action=view&amp;amp;current=fur016.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk197/mulatoqt/fur016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'm wearing:&lt;br /&gt;fur collar: asos&lt;br /&gt;blazer: forever 21&lt;br /&gt;sweater: gift&lt;br /&gt;skirt: AA&lt;br /&gt;tights: no clue&lt;br /&gt;shoes: Colin Stuart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you're all enjoying your holidays;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7645877118508257555-5951362629025173738?l=reflectionsofanurbanite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofanurbanite.blogspot.com/feeds/5951362629025173738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7645877118508257555&amp;postID=5951362629025173738&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7645877118508257555/posts/default/5951362629025173738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7645877118508257555/posts/default/5951362629025173738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofanurbanite.blogspot.com/2008/12/holy-tomatoes.html' title='holy tomatoes'/><author><name>Mickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03290635012062331454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11097420211341082486'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v0eX8vz5b0o/SVp7AobMk8I/AAAAAAAAAsA/VYp5R_7ayNM/s72-c/wii.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7645877118508257555.post-739602892223964286</id><published>2008-12-20T22:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T23:49:57.469-08:00</updated><title type='text'>all I want for Christmas is you</title><content type='html'>Can I just admit right now how much I adore the holiday season? Minus the crazy consumerism and greediness, these are some of the reasons I heart Christmas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) eggnog and pumpkin spice lattes by a blinking, shiny tree&lt;br /&gt;2) ribbons and wrapping paper in every pattern and colour&lt;br /&gt;3) adults feel compelled to be nicer even if they know Santa isn't watching&lt;br /&gt;4) mistletoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also love my new(ish) hoody dress from asos. The quality is meh, but really, the easiness of this outfit is unbelievable. I also decided to bust out these boots I got a while ago but haven't worn yet.The zippers on them are pretty far out, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s280.photobucket.com/albums/kk197/mulatoqt/?action=view&amp;amp;current=hoody007.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk197/mulatoqt/hoody007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s280.photobucket.com/albums/kk197/mulatoqt/?action=view&amp;amp;current=hoody011.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk197/mulatoqt/hoody011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s280.photobucket.com/albums/kk197/mulatoqt/?action=view&amp;amp;current=hoody013.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk197/mulatoqt/hoody013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s280.photobucket.com/albums/kk197/mulatoqt/?action=view&amp;amp;current=hoody017.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk197/mulatoqt/hoody017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'm wearing:&lt;br /&gt;shoes:asos&lt;br /&gt;hoody dress: asos&lt;br /&gt;jacket: Forever 21&lt;br /&gt;clutch: Barney's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just in case y'all are curious, here's my Christmas list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v0eX8vz5b0o/SU3vBHyFEjI/AAAAAAAAArg/P2OS6n5r_T8/s1600-h/kors1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282140740523463218" style="WIDTH: 201px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 396px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v0eX8vz5b0o/SU3vBHyFEjI/AAAAAAAAArg/P2OS6n5r_T8/s400/kors1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) weird Kors duckboot flannel hybrid boots: Everybody keeps telling me that they're ugly, but it only makes me more attracted to them. Rawr. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) The Olsen twins' Influence: obviously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v0eX8vz5b0o/SU3wn_wDzAI/AAAAAAAAAr4/_jjQ5myKC2k/s1600-h/xmas3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282142507894033410" style="WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v0eX8vz5b0o/SU3wn_wDzAI/AAAAAAAAAr4/_jjQ5myKC2k/s400/xmas3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The infamous studded converses. One day they will be mine, mark my words. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v0eX8vz5b0o/SU3wnkALjMI/AAAAAAAAArw/ly7YjsOhBsc/s1600-h/xmas2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282142500445457602" style="WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v0eX8vz5b0o/SU3wnkALjMI/AAAAAAAAArw/ly7YjsOhBsc/s400/xmas2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;An American Apparel lame(eh) backpack: I hate handbags. There, I said it. Everybody says you're either a shoe person or a handbag person and I pretty certain I'm the former. How much easier would thrifting be with this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v0eX8vz5b0o/SU3wnmxa6qI/AAAAAAAAAro/MO9OM63YB98/s1600-h/xmas.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282142501188856482" style="WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v0eX8vz5b0o/SU3wnmxa6qI/AAAAAAAAAro/MO9OM63YB98/s400/xmas.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) The not out yet AA shirt dress: Yeah, you might not have seen this yet, but I'm just that on top of things.....or obsessed with the coming soon section of the website. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6) lots of cheesy Christmas socks and slippers: nothing better in life than fuzzy penguin socks, admit it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7) a Wii: I need to expand my useless interests. Just don't hate me if I neglect to post for the next few months while trying to master smash bros. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8) Every year my family, instead of giving gifts, gives to organizations like ten thousand villages, so that we can spread a little cheer to those that are not as fortunate as we are. Consider spreading the love this year, I guarantee it'll make your xmas a little bit merrier. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now, I'll leave you with my personal fav., the lovely Mariah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ip-Ql5FQlhc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ip-Ql5FQlhc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers kids. xxoo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7645877118508257555-739602892223964286?l=reflectionsofanurbanite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofanurbanite.blogspot.com/feeds/739602892223964286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7645877118508257555&amp;postID=739602892223964286&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7645877118508257555/posts/default/739602892223964286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7645877118508257555/posts/default/739602892223964286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofanurbanite.blogspot.com/2008/12/all-i-want-for-christmas-is-you.html' title='all I want for Christmas is you'/><author><name>Mickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03290635012062331454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11097420211341082486'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v0eX8vz5b0o/SU3vBHyFEjI/AAAAAAAAArg/P2OS6n5r_T8/s72-c/kors1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7645877118508257555.post-1751837142676348581</id><published>2008-12-18T11:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T13:52:55.917-08:00</updated><title type='text'>paparazzi</title><content type='html'>My job today was to take cute pictures of my nephew's kindergarten class Christmas play. They were freakin adorable. My nephew was especially excited because he got to play Joseph and drag his friend, who unfortunately had the role of the donkey, around the whole time. Anyways, I've been defaulting to black and neutrals a LOT lately, and although it seems to go quite well with the dreary winter weather, it's really starting to bum me out. I resisted the urge to pull out a hibiscus-clan ensemble however and settled for a happy medium. I also rocked one of my cashmere skirts that has literally collected dust in my closet. I need to start equally wearing the clothes I buy. New Years resolution?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s280.photobucket.com/albums/kk197/mulatoqt/?action=view&amp;current=mick018-2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk197/mulatoqt/mick018-2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s280.photobucket.com/albums/kk197/mulatoqt/?action=view&amp;current=mick013-2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk197/mulatoqt/mick013-2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s280.photobucket.com/albums/kk197/mulatoqt/?action=view&amp;current=mick009-2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk197/mulatoqt/mick009-2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My apologies for my rapidly deteriorating hair, it's in need of a mega fix but public transportation in my city is still on strike &lt;--insert eye roll here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'm wearing:&lt;br /&gt;Shoes: naughty monkey&lt;br /&gt;tights: walmart&lt;br /&gt;skirt: Lacoste&lt;br /&gt;shirt: Old Navy&lt;br /&gt;neck tie: vintage&lt;br /&gt;jacket: Forever 21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I was randomly browsing through youtube and I discovered that two of my top three actresses, Brigette Bardot and Claudia Cardinale (my top three being Audrey Hepburn, Brigette Bardot, and Claudia Cardinale) were in a film together! What's more, is that they have three seperate showdowns in it, including this awesome fight scene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" language="javascript" src="http://www.trilulilu.ro/embed-video/mark35/210650a1a8f0f1"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" language="javascript"&gt;show_210650a1a8f0f1(448, 386);&lt;/script&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BRIGITTE BARDOT vs CLAUDIA CARDINALE    2&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trilulilu.ro/video/Film" title="Film"&gt;Vezi mai multe video din Film &amp;raquo;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, who else could make Western chicks look so badass!?!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7645877118508257555-1751837142676348581?l=reflectionsofanurbanite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofanurbanite.blogspot.com/feeds/1751837142676348581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7645877118508257555&amp;postID=1751837142676348581&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7645877118508257555/posts/default/1751837142676348581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7645877118508257555/posts/default/1751837142676348581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofanurbanite.blogspot.com/2008/12/paparazzi.html' title='paparazzi'/><author><name>Mickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03290635012062331454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11097420211341082486'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7645877118508257555.post-1914412471475268319</id><published>2008-12-17T14:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T15:03:03.464-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas shopping</title><content type='html'>Hello my loves, how are you all??? I've been playing nanny this past week to my rambunctious 4-year-old nephew and needless to say, I am le tired. Anyways, I'll be posting later one tonight after I finish the rest of my Christmas shopping, but for now I'll just show y'all how we Canadians do: &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v0eX8vz5b0o/SUmElAAd_UI/AAAAAAAAArY/-JlrF9gq1b4/s1600-h/lumberjack+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280897809260608834" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v0eX8vz5b0o/SUmElAAd_UI/AAAAAAAAArY/-JlrF9gq1b4/s400/lumberjack+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v0eX8vz5b0o/SUmEKq0kTCI/AAAAAAAAArQ/tP6fSPLHq9s/s1600-h/lumberjack+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280897356896947234" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v0eX8vz5b0o/SUmEKq0kTCI/AAAAAAAAArQ/tP6fSPLHq9s/s400/lumberjack+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I'm wearing:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shoes: asos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tights: walmart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;skirt: AA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;belt: vintage&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;shirt: men's section of Old Navy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;jacket: Forever 21&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;clutch: Barney's &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My sincere apologies for the crappy quality, I have no clue what's up with my camera. Ciao babies. xxoo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v0eX8vz5b0o/SUmEKq0kTCI/AAAAAAAAArQ/tP6fSPLHq9s/s1600-h/lumberjack+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v0eX8vz5b0o/SUmEKq0kTCI/AAAAAAAAArQ/tP6fSPLHq9s/s1600-h/lumberjack+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7645877118508257555-1914412471475268319?l=reflectionsofanurbanite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofanurbanite.blogspot.com/feeds/1914412471475268319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7645877118508257555&amp;postID=1914412471475268319&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7645877118508257555/posts/default/1914412471475268319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7645877118508257555/posts/default/1914412471475268319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofanurbanite.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-shopping.html' title='Christmas shopping'/><author><name>Mickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03290635012062331454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11097420211341082486'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v0eX8vz5b0o/SUmElAAd_UI/AAAAAAAAArY/-JlrF9gq1b4/s72-c/lumberjack+007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7645877118508257555.post-6532121805363777734</id><published>2008-12-12T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T21:14:21.212-08:00</updated><title type='text'>freedom</title><content type='html'>I know, I know, where the eff have I been, right? Well, for one, my city and therefore my life has been in complete and utter chaos this week after being hit with a double dose of severe weather conditions and an enormous public transportation strike...all in the middle of exam season. You can read about my encounter in the newspaper &lt;a href="http://www.ottawacitizen.com/City+with+double+whammy/1060975/story.html"&gt;http://www.ottawacitizen.com/City+with+double+whammy/1060975/story.html&lt;/a&gt; (although I'm cited as Micki). I should also note that public transpo is, like many others, how I get to school, and so of course its been horrendous for students to try and get to school for exams. I finished my last exam yesterday though, so basically that means.....freeeeedom. Ya right. Actually I'll be working all weekend and then...freeeeedom. haha. Today I headed to my dad's for his annual family Christmas party and it was great as usual. I come from a huge family (four sisters, two brothers, three step-brothers, two step-sisters, you get the point), and so Christmas is always really nice since we can all come together and enjoy the season. Plus, my dad and my stepmom make killer cocktails. I had no clue what to wear so I opted for my new studded sweater and went the lulu route with my cape and fur collar. Easy as 1-2-3. Ciao babies, I'm still reeling from my back-to-back-to-back all nighters!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s280.photobucket.com/albums/kk197/mulatoqt/?action=view&amp;current=cape004.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk197/mulatoqt/cape004.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s280.photobucket.com/albums/kk197/mulatoqt/?action=view&amp;current=cape008.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk197/mulatoqt/cape008.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s280.photobucket.com/albums/kk197/mulatoqt/?action=view&amp;current=cape018.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk197/mulatoqt/cape018.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s280.photobucket.com/albums/kk197/mulatoqt/?action=view&amp;current=cape020.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk197/mulatoqt/cape020.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s280.photobucket.com/albums/kk197/mulatoqt/?action=view&amp;current=cape021.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk197/mulatoqt/cape021.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what I'm wearing:&lt;br /&gt;shoes: go jane&lt;br /&gt;leggings: AA&lt;br /&gt;sweater: asos&lt;br /&gt;cape: urban behaviour&lt;br /&gt;faux fur collar: asos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the person that asked where my cape is from, its actually a Canadian store, but I've heard H&amp;M is stocked with them and you should try checking out stores like charlotte russe, since they seem to be making their way into the mainstream now. Good luck:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7645877118508257555-6532121805363777734?l=reflectionsofanurbanite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofanurbanite.blogspot.com/feeds/6532121805363777734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7645877118508257555&amp;postID=6532121805363777734&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7645877118508257555/posts/default/6532121805363777734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7645877118508257555/posts/default/6532121805363777734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofanurbanite.blogspot.com/2008/12/freedom.html' title='freedom'/><author><name>Mickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03290635012062331454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11097420211341082486'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7645877118508257555.post-4980657890751432224</id><published>2008-12-05T19:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T20:45:03.662-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a thousand thanks</title><content type='html'>I'm totally exhausted, I've spent the past three days straight studying with practically no sleep. I don't even remember what exams I wrote today, when I was at school from 11 am to 10:30 pm, but I do recall getting bombarded with warm messages from my wonderful readers. Aw shucks you guys. I just think we should also keep in mind that the people like Karla for instance and myself that we refer to as curvy are like a size 4 lol. It's kind of a strange concept when we consider that to be volumptious, no? Especially considering what the majority of women look like in the "real world". Does anybody have stats on what the actual average size is for women? Anyways I guess that's just how the cookie crumbles when you inject yourself into the fashion world;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So last night I picked up my lovely bf's Xmas presents from &lt;a href="http://www.asos.com/"&gt;http://www.asos.com/&lt;/a&gt;, and of course, you guys could probably guess that I couldn't just buy stuff for him, I mean, come on, it's ASOS!!!! So I was proud of myself for resisting buying another jacket and instead picked up: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v0eX8vz5b0o/SToB7FFTXZI/AAAAAAAAAiw/ZqBiKkUeNNk/s1600-h/asosish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276532027906284946" style="WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 370px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v0eX8vz5b0o/SToB7FFTXZI/AAAAAAAAAiw/ZqBiKkUeNNk/s400/asosish.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v0eX8vz5b0o/SToB7avLsLI/AAAAAAAAAi4/jdokKEt49Qg/s1600-h/asosish2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276532033719087282" style="WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 370px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v0eX8vz5b0o/SToB7avLsLI/AAAAAAAAAi4/jdokKEt49Qg/s400/asosish2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think the fur stole will be amazing with my new cape and my blazers and so on. I'm not huge on fur or fake fur since I don't think I'm cool enough to rock it, but I will attempt a mini version!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The sweater I got over-sized to make it slouchy. I think it'll be amazing, and I gave away almost all my sweaters to the needy (more than I thought!) and so I either have to stock up or freeze to death. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Btw, I layered my cape with the wool one from the vintage sale today and I couldn't even tell it was winter. New winter staple? I need so. Ciao babies, I gotta go help set up for my nephew's pirate paty tomorrow. Ar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7645877118508257555-4980657890751432224?l=reflectionsofanurbanite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofanurbanite.blogspot.com/feeds/4980657890751432224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7645877118508257555&amp;postID=4980657890751432224&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7645877118508257555/posts/default/4980657890751432224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7645877118508257555/posts/default/4980657890751432224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofanurbanite.blogspot.com/2008/12/thousand-thanks.html' title='a thousand thanks'/><author><name>Mickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03290635012062331454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11097420211341082486'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v0eX8vz5b0o/SToB7FFTXZI/AAAAAAAAAiw/ZqBiKkUeNNk/s72-c/asosish.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7645877118508257555.post-1699654947999437876</id><published>2008-12-04T18:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T19:27:23.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Anonymous....you suck.</title><content type='html'>Yes you, the one who goes on blogs all day long and loves to point out whatever flaws they can muster up to gorgeous personal style bloggers all over the net, kindly go eff yourself. This blog is not for you. I like to consider this a style journal that my stylish friends and I can enjoy, as I can enjoy theirs. You think I'm fat, that my thighs are too big, that my clothes are too tight. I suffered for most of high school with an eating disorder and trust me, the skin and bones look is not for everyone, and is not going to improve your life. I am so happy with myself these days, and while I may not be the under 100 pound person I used to be, dammit I think the curvy look is still pretty damn sexy;) If you don't, dear sad person, I think I might still get by. Ciao xxoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the future, I've been considering banning anonymous users, but I know a few of the readers don't have google or blogs so I don't really want to make them suffer for anonymous dumb dumbs. What do you guys think????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7645877118508257555-1699654947999437876?l=reflectionsofanurbanite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofanurbanite.blogspot.com/feeds/1699654947999437876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7645877118508257555&amp;postID=1699654947999437876&amp;isPopup=true' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7645877118508257555/posts/default/1699654947999437876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7645877118508257555/posts/default/1699654947999437876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofanurbanite.blogspot.com/2008/12/dear-anonymousyou-suck.html' title='Dear Anonymous....you suck.'/><author><name>Mickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03290635012062331454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11097420211341082486'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7645877118508257555.post-2302507529134972831</id><published>2008-12-04T16:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T17:16:28.429-08:00</updated><title type='text'>rojas</title><content type='html'>I really really really shouldn't even be on here since I have two exams tomorrow back to back and haven't finished the readings for them, but I figured I've been keeping y'all waiting on more of the cape for way too long and plus, I'm tiiiiired. I didn't even remember I owned this skirt until I saw a actress on 90210 wearing it. Shows how often I wear it. In fact, the last time I wore it was in Florida, which seemed much more suitable weather-wise than frosty Canada. Did I mention my heating is broken? Argh, back to the books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s280.photobucket.com/albums/kk197/mulatoqt/?action=view&amp;amp;current=new008-3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk197/mulatoqt/new008-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s280.photobucket.com/albums/kk197/mulatoqt/?action=view&amp;amp;current=new010-3.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk197/mulatoqt/new010-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s280.photobucket.com/albums/kk197/mulatoqt/?action=view&amp;amp;current=new012-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk197/mulatoqt/new012-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s280.photobucket.com/albums/kk197/mulatoqt/?action=view&amp;amp;current=new016-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk197/mulatoqt/new016-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s280.photobucket.com/albums/kk197/mulatoqt/?action=view&amp;amp;current=new018.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk197/mulatoqt/new018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'm wearing:&lt;br /&gt;shoes: Dollhouse, $66&lt;br /&gt;tights: walmart, $7&lt;br /&gt;skirt: Rojas, $84&lt;br /&gt;bodysuit: American Apparel, $38&lt;br /&gt;cape: Urban Behaviour, $50&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7645877118508257555-2302507529134972831?l=reflectionsofanurbanite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofanurbanite.blogspot.com/feeds/2302507529134972831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7645877118508257555&amp;postID=2302507529134972831&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7645877118508257555/posts/default/2302507529134972831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7645877118508257555/posts/default/2302507529134972831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofanurbanite.blogspot.com/2008/12/rojas.html' title='rojas'/><author><name>Mickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03290635012062331454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11097420211341082486'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7645877118508257555.post-7408620105148724839</id><published>2008-12-01T23:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T00:01:57.308-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cyber funday</title><content type='html'>I really didn't find any purchase-worthy items today unfortunately, but I did have a lot of fun browsing. Was anybody else disappointed by shopbop's lack of bargains this year? I thought for sure I'd be maxing out a few credit cards there. Oh well, probably for the best. Just another quick note, PLEASE please be careful, safe, and considerate when doing your holiday shopping this year. I've heard too many disgusting stories thus far this year about INSANE greediness and trust me, a person's life is not worth that marked down plasma tv. Ya heard? Ok so ironically I didn't buy anything on black Friday or Cyber Monday, but happened to shop on nothing special Saturday. I'm so thrifty, I know. Anyways, I simply had to after discovering a vast assortment of capes at Urban Behaviour. I was torn between a few, but decided on this black, more versatile version that is made of wool and thus becoming an itchy pain in the ass. But I still heart it. I also grabbed this lame bodysuit from AA that I think my bf wanted more than me. I adore it, and have been disgustingly wearing it around 24/7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s280.photobucket.com/albums/kk197/mulatoqt/?action=view&amp;amp;current=lame003.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk197/mulatoqt/lame003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s280.photobucket.com/albums/kk197/mulatoqt/?action=view&amp;amp;current=lame007.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk197/mulatoqt/lame007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s280.photobucket.com/albums/kk197/mulatoqt/?action=view&amp;amp;current=lame011.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk197/mulatoqt/lame011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note: that weird fungus looking thing on my hands are "stamps" my nephew gave me when I was playing teacher with him:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'm wearing:&lt;br /&gt;Shoes: Dollhouse (on sale), $66&lt;br /&gt;Pants: asos, $24&lt;br /&gt;studded belt: vintage&lt;br /&gt;bodysuit: AA, $38&lt;br /&gt;cape: urban behaviour, $50&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7645877118508257555-7408620105148724839?l=reflectionsofanurbanite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofanurbanite.blogspot.com/feeds/7408620105148724839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7645877118508257555&amp;postID=7408620105148724839&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7645877118508257555/posts/default/7408620105148724839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7645877118508257555/posts/default/7408620105148724839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofanurbanite.blogspot.com/2008/12/cyber-funday.html' title='cyber funday'/><author><name>Mickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03290635012062331454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11097420211341082486'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7645877118508257555.post-2782847909036062218</id><published>2008-11-26T17:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T17:51:49.092-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dollhouse</title><content type='html'>I feel like lately all I've been thinking/talking/eating/sleeping/dreaming is shoes. Platform shoes, ankle boots, lace up wedges, thigh highs, there's just too much to love, really. I swear some of the most loving things I have ever said are about shoes, much to the dismay of my bf. If only I could be as passionate about my legal case studies homework as I am about the striped heel Balenciaga oxfords that are currently on sale at Yoox:) Oh well. Anyways, after I got over (the best I could) the fact that my credit cards and debit cards were jacked from my wallet in my school bag, I was pleased to find that a) I killed an essay I thought sucked, and b) my new babies were waiting patiently for me at my doorstep. I also discovered they're knockoffs of some seriously gorgeous fall collection Balenciaga zipper booties. The best part is that they are the most comfy boots I own, surprisingly. No, wait, I lied, the best part is that they're on sale at Dollhouse.com for $66!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s280.photobucket.com/albums/kk197/mulatoqt/?action=view&amp;current=newkicks006.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk197/mulatoqt/newkicks006.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s280.photobucket.com/albums/kk197/mulatoqt/?action=view&amp;current=newkicks012.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk197/mulatoqt/newkicks012.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s280.photobucket.com/albums/kk197/mulatoqt/?action=view&amp;current=newkicks013.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk197/mulatoqt/newkicks013.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s280.photobucket.com/albums/kk197/mulatoqt/?action=view&amp;current=newkicks037.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk197/mulatoqt/newkicks037.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s280.photobucket.com/albums/kk197/mulatoqt/?action=view&amp;current=newkicks036.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i280.photobucket.com/albums/kk197/mulatoqt/newkicks036.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'm wearing:&lt;br /&gt;Cardigan (needs to be retired): H&amp;M, $30&lt;br /&gt;Bodysuit: AA, $45&lt;br /&gt;Pants: RCVA dem pants, $54&lt;br /&gt;Belt: vintage&lt;br /&gt;Shoes: Dollhouse, $75&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7645877118508257555-2782847909036062218?l=reflectionsofanurbanite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofanurbanite.blogspot.com/feeds/2782847909036062218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7645877118508257555&amp;postID=2782847909036062218&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7645877118508257555/posts/default/2782847909036062218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7645877118508257555/posts/default/2782847909036062218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofanurbanite.blogspot.com/2008/11/dollhouse.html' title='dollhouse'/><author><name>Mickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03290635012062331454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11097420211341082486'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7645877118508257555.post-5337932104296961699</id><published>2008-11-25T22:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T23:28:28.819-08:00</updated><title type='text'>so you had a bad day...</title><content type='html'>I was going to post today but I had my credit cards and bank card stolen this morning so I'm feeling blue, I know you guys will be understanding. On the bright side, my Dollhouse shoes arrived and you guys are going to be shocked and amazed at their awesomeness. Will post them asap....I promise. In the meantime, I'll leave you all with a little shoe porn. Because...well..pretty shoes cure just about everything, don't they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v0eX8vz5b0o/SSz2uoZOZ_I/AAAAAAAAAiA/irB3OXDMbG8/s1600-h/shoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272860544721643506" style="WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 345px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v0eX8vz5b0o/SSz2uoZOZ_I/AAAAAAAAAiA/irB3OXDMbG8/s400/shoes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v0eX8vz5b0o/SSz3C0JrwnI/AAAAAAAAAiI/UO1bJv9sQ7Q/s1600-h/shoes2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272860891475067506" style="WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 345px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v0eX8vz5b0o/SSz3C0JrwnI/AAAAAAAAAiI/UO1bJv9sQ7Q/s400/shoes2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v0eX8vz5b0o/SSz4Mcr5axI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/Ljk3ut-RiKw/s1600-h/shoes3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272862156486437650" style="WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 340px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v0eX8vz5b0o/SSz4Mcr5axI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/Ljk3ut-RiKw/s400/shoes3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v0eX8vz5b0o/SSz5ckmv89I/AAAAAAAAAiY/yh_Cs2flTao/s1600-h/shoes4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272863533001864146" style="WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 340px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v0eX8vz5b0o/SSz5ckmv89I/AAAAAAAAAiY/yh_Cs2flTao/s400/shoes4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v0eX8vz5b0o/SSz5c6KuuNI/AAAAAAAAAio/fs13xo7Gn08/s1600-h/shoes7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272863538789923026" style="WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 340px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_v0eX8vz5b0o/SSz5c6KuuNI/AAAAAAAAAio/fs13xo7Gn08/s400/shoes7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272863536141925698" style="WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 340px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v0eX8vz5b0o/SSz5cwTZfUI/AAAAAAAAAig/jTqpF7aJ6J8/s400/shoes6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s. If I was a rich girl, I'd wear those Stella McCartney boots to shovel my driveway, no joke. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7645877118508257555-5337932104296961699?l=reflectionsofanurbanite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofanurbanite.blogspot.com/feeds/5337932104296961699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7645877118508257555&amp;postID=5337932104296961699&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7645877118508257555/posts/default/5337932104296961699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7645877118508257555/posts/default/5337932104296961699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofanurbanite.blogspot.com/2008/11/so-you-had-bad-day.html' title='so you had a bad day...'/><author><name>Mickie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03290635012062331454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='11097420211341082486'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_v0eX8vz5b0o/SSz2uoZOZ_I/AAAAAAAAAiA/irB3OXDMbG8/s72-c/shoes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry></feed>