Have you ever noticed that a nude bra just isn’t really nude? It can’t help but show itself off when you want to wear a thin t-shirt or tank in the summer or when you’re wearing a dress that you really need a nude bra to pull off. So what’s the point of calling it nude if it’s not really nude. I understand we’re all different complexions and all that jazz, but does a “nude” bra look nude on anyone?
I’m not sure when it was, but I’d read somewhere that the best nude bra you’ll ever buy isn’t that beige shade you think, but a purplish grey. I don’t know what it is or why, but after a year of wearing them, I can say for certain, the best nude bra isn’t beige, it’s a shade of purple. Try it for yourself, if it doesn’t change your entire perspective on nude bras, I don’t know what will.
Color Names by Bra Brand
Playtex – Warm Steel
Olga – Purple Eclipse
Lilyette’s – Rum Raisin
Vanity Fair – Steel Violet Note: I’ll update this list as I find more.
On my most recent trip, I ventured out into South America for the first time. I spent nine incredible days in Peru that I will never forget and I brought back a little treasure (and a few lot of other souvenirs).
I was looking for a gift for my little sister’s high school graduation, and my cousin recommended a jewelry company called Illaria. They specialize in silver and everything is handmade in Peru. After a day filled with scouring the markets and eating guinea pig (yes, I ate that — they call it “cuy”), I visited an Illaria boutique on my last night in Cusco.
The store gleamed, reflecting light as if everything in there was made of silver. It didn’t take very long to spy the perfect necklace for my sister, tucked away in the last display at the back of the store. It was now time to find something for me. Somewhere along the way I’d spied these green stones in numerous different pieces. Little did I know they were Peruvian turquoise. Now for those who don’t know, I have a borderline problematic obsession with turquoise. Peruvian turquoise is different, darker and somehow richer. I had to have it. I tried on earring after earring, looking for the perfect pair. The sales associate pulled out the tray of additional items that weren’t on display, and there they were. I’d found myself little Peruvian treasures.
P.S. Cuy tastes like a cross between chicken and pork, it was seasoned beautifully, it was a little hard to get the meat off, but I enjoyed it immensely.
With big boobs, sometimes even something as simple as a t-shirt doesn’t work (don’t get me started on finding dresses that fit, or the simple and much-loved button down). My college boyfriend asked me once why I hated t-shirts so much – my response was “because I really hate uni-boob.”
Thanks to Wacoal (maker’s of the perfect bra), I’m at the point in my life where t-shirts in general are just about my favorite thing. If I could wear a t-shirt and ripped jeans or leggings every day, I would. Which brings me to my latest find – no one ever said t-shirts needed to be super soft, but they should have. Joe Fresh has a sleepwear tee that may just be the softest t-shirt I’ve ever beheld. Forget that it’s a “sleepwear tee” because who the hell can tell? It feels like butter and I wish my entire wardrobe made of jersey if that’s what this feels like. (Okay, maybe not my entire wardrobe, but you get the point!)
I’m 24 years old and I bite my nails. It’s a horrid habit, and don’t even get me started on the germ factor (magnified exponentially by the fact that I live in NYC). Between my sister, my best friend and I, there’s enough nail polish to make a girl go gaga. So why do I bite my nails to the point where I can barely paint them? I have absolutely no idea.
Needless to say, this nail biting habit of mine needs to stop. It’s my stress-coping mechanism, so it’s going to be hard. I can’t use those pepper spray, cayenne pepper remedies because – to be quite honest – when my parents tried to get me to stop sucking my thumb, none of that stuff worked. It’s going to be a mind over matter kind of thing. Last year I tried forking over $35+ every two weeks for gel manis – that only lasted so long… I’m going to paint my nails consistently and see what that does because I’m getting increasingly mani conscious.
This week’s polish – Zoya in “Cynthia”, layered over the Sally Hansen “Hard as Nails – Hard as Wraps” acrylic gel, top coat – OPI “RapiDry.”
I’ve been holding onto all of the images from my trip to Greece for far too long. I finally put them on my computer and the first thing I want to share with you all is the hands-down best bite I had on my 9-day trip to Greece. The best part about it was probably that I happened upon it by surprise. Nestled in an article in Food & Wine was a mention of a restaurant Assyrtiko that said you had to try the fried saganaki with fig marmalade. To my dismay, I could not for the life of me find the restaurant when we arrived in Santorini.
It wasn’t until my last day in Greece that I stepped out onto our hotel’s terrace to spot the restaurant sign, and less than a block from where I was staying no less. I convinced my friends to pop in to try what I was promised would be a delectable treat. There are so many words for delicious, but nothing comes close to describing the incredible ride my taste buds were on. The way the salty-sweet combination of the melted cheese blends with the fig marmalade, as the flaky pastry melts on the tongue, it’s positively exquisite.
Ipapantis 40, Fira, Greece
(take the stairs up to the restaurant)
I can’t wait to get this piece for my little home bar. Because besides fashion, Gabrielle “Coco” Chanel had a way with words. These in particular are words to live drink by. So yes, I drink champagne on two occasions – when I am in love, and when I am not from my new Marquis by Waterford champagne flutes of course. I got mine from Joss & Main, but here’s a similar (and slightly cheaper option).
On a regular day, I don’t wear makeup, I’m lucky if I even remember to moisturize. (Cardinal beauty sin, I know.) Every now and again I get myself into a beauty habit, it usually lasts until I realize I can squeeze out an extra ten minutes of sleep if I stop primping in the mirror.
One year, I felt particularly pale and felt the need to add a bit of color with bronzer. Another year I grew quite fond of the eye-widening powers of white eyeliner. Little known fact, black eyeliner on the inner rim of the bottom lid accentuates almond shaped eyes. Last year, I rekindled a love affair with Estée Lauder’s Sumptuous Extreme mascara.
These days I’m in love with a tube of matte red lipstick. My new lacquer of choice is “Rich Red” from Max Studio, similar here.