<?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' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22618672</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:16:11.922-07:00</updated><category term='store'/><category term='women&apos;s'/><category term='fashion'/><category term='clothing'/><category term='spring'/><category term='dress'/><title type='text'>The Carnivore</title><subtitle type='html'>Ravings, rambling, and ruminations on fashion, art, film, music, books, and general randomness by a maneater extraordinaire.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecarnivore.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22618672/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecarnivore.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tanya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08539427548343864071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22618672.post-2804482932619793323</id><published>2007-01-18T13:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:19:29.855-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clothing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='store'/><title type='text'>How to Dress Up Dressing Down</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TGhL5u8DCEg/Ra_rfqir_TI/AAAAAAAAAAM/pDqMoUHbl0E/s1600-h/paco.front1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TGhL5u8DCEg/Ra_rfqir_TI/AAAAAAAAAAM/pDqMoUHbl0E/s320/paco.front1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021491038769642802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As winter rakes its snaggly nails into some of the more temperate weather challenged amongst us (&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;San Francisco&lt;/st1:city&gt;, &lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;New York&lt;/st1:state&gt;, and &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Chicago&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; girls, do you feel our pain?!), the temptation to just throw a ski jacket on over your pj’s is strong.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Even the most hardy and dedicated fashionista can find herself increasingly apathetic about her daily wardrobe in favor of staying warm.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So, how does one maintain their desired level of comfort while staying chic?&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;For winter, some easy ways to be happily toasty &lt;i style=""&gt;and&lt;/i&gt; stylish are:&lt;br /&gt;~ &lt;b style=""&gt;Invest in a classic overcoat.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Coats like &lt;a href="http://www.maneaterthreads.com/index.asp?PageAction=MFGSEARCH&amp;ManfID=45&amp;amp;Page=1"&gt;Les Prairies de Paris’ Paco Coat&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.maneaterthreads.com/index.asp?PageAction=MFGSEARCH&amp;ManfID=19&amp;amp;Page=1"&gt;Mara Hoffman’s Wrapping Cape Jacket&lt;/a&gt; are at once cutting edge and timelessly fashionable, and not only provide a serious layer of warmth, but dress up even the most casual ensemble.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;~ &lt;b style=""&gt;Make your layers count.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;One of our favorite items to layer is the cardigan, because it can be closed for a snug fit or left open to reveal your layers underneath.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Pair a nice basic tee like &lt;a href="http://www.maneaterthreads.com/index.asp?PageAction=MFGSEARCH&amp;ManfID=50&amp;amp;Page=1"&gt;Golden Cast’s Halo&lt;/a&gt; with something like &lt;a href="http://www.maneaterthreads.com/index.asp?PageAction=MFGSEARCH&amp;ManfID=31&amp;amp;Page=1"&gt;Burning Torch’s&lt;/a&gt; recycled cashmere &lt;a href="http://www.maneaterthreads.com/index.asp?PageAction=VIEWPROD&amp;ProdID=472"&gt;Peter Pan Cardigan&lt;/a&gt; for a look that is utterly comfortable but not sloppy.&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;~ &lt;b style=""&gt;Upgrade your hoodie.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The hip designs of manufacturers like &lt;a href="http://www.maneaterthreads.com/index.asp?PageAction=MFGSEARCH&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;ManfID=49&amp;Page=1"&gt;Mike &amp;amp; Chris&lt;/a&gt; now ensure that you can wear that favorite cold weather wardrobe staple without looking like you’re constantly on your way to your workout.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Try Mike &amp; Chris’ &lt;a href="http://www.maneaterthreads.com/index.asp?PageAction=VIEWPROD&amp;amp;ProdID=683"&gt;Grayson&lt;/a&gt; or their fabulous &lt;a href="http://www.maneaterthreads.com/index.asp?PageAction=VIEWPROD&amp;ProdID=643"&gt;Bailey&lt;/a&gt; for a downtown look that doesn’t stray into hobo territory.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;During warmer months, of course, the necessity of layering becomes a moot point, and casual urges stray more towards going out in your bikini than your flannel pajamas.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A few ways to keep it classy and simple during summer are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TGhL5u8DCEg/Ra_ryKir_UI/AAAAAAAAAAU/HD8PnFSebrw/s1600-h/sparrow.grey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 118px; height: 181px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TGhL5u8DCEg/Ra_ryKir_UI/AAAAAAAAAAU/HD8PnFSebrw/s320/sparrow.grey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021491356597222722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;~ &lt;b style=""&gt;The not-so-basic tee.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A few little details - some beading here, a graphic there, can elevate your favorite tee into something dressier, without sacrificing its soft cotton appeal.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Designers like &lt;a href="http://www.maneaterthreads.com/index.asp?PageAction=MFGSEARCH&amp;ManfID=10&amp;amp;Page=1"&gt;Soul Revival&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.maneaterthreads.com/index.asp?PageAction=MFGSEARCH&amp;ManfID=43&amp;amp;Page=1"&gt;Cavern&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://www.maneaterthreads.com/index.asp?PageAction=MFGSEARCH&amp;ManfID=31&amp;amp;Page=1"&gt;Burning Torch&lt;/a&gt; all put a little extra something special into their t-shirts.&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;~ &lt;b style=""&gt;Ditch the flip-flops.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Yes, we know, they’re SO easy to slide on and go out in.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But a cute little pair of flats can be just as kind to your feet and easy to don.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Go for flats in silver or gold to match with any outfit and to give your ensemble a little extra shine.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Naturally, there are some basics to casual dress that can be applied regardless of the temperature outside.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Here are some golden rules:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TGhL5u8DCEg/Ra_r_qir_VI/AAAAAAAAAAc/R3mJl1FsSOg/s1600-h/braided.multichain.necklace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 114px; height: 222px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TGhL5u8DCEg/Ra_r_qir_VI/AAAAAAAAAAc/R3mJl1FsSOg/s320/braided.multichain.necklace.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021491588525456722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;~ &lt;b style=""&gt;Accessorize.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Yes, we can hear you saying “duh” all the way over here.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But a fancy pair of earrings or an extra-long necklace can do wonders for the basic jeans and tee combination.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In terms of earrings, avoid anything overly heavy so that you can wear them all day and not bother your ears.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We personally love &lt;a href="http://www.maneaterthreads.com/index.asp?PageAction=MFGSEARCH&amp;ManfID=23&amp;amp;Page=1"&gt;Kimberly Faith’s&lt;/a&gt; layered &lt;a href="http://www.maneaterthreads.com/index.asp?PageAction=VIEWPROD&amp;ProdID=285"&gt;Chain Revival necklace&lt;/a&gt; for our lazy days, as well as &lt;a href="http://www.maneaterthreads.com/index.asp?PageAction=MFGSEARCH&amp;amp;ManfID=11&amp;Page=1"&gt;Round Designs&lt;/a&gt;’ surprisingly light wooden earrings.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;~ &lt;b style=""&gt;Belt it.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A solid and versatile belt with a special little detail is a girl’s best friend.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Go for an unexpected color, like red or white, to give your ensemble a little kick.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Many belts also have the lovely byproduct of being slimming.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;~ &lt;b style=""&gt;Go jersey.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In general, jersey (soft, knitted fabric, can be cotton, wool, silk, rayon, poly, etc, or any combination therein) is an easy way to flatter your shape and be ridiculously comfortable.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Right now we’re obsessed with the ease of jersey dresses like &lt;a href="http://www.maneaterthreads.com/index.asp?PageAction=MFGSEARCH&amp;amp;ManfID=33&amp;Page=1"&gt;Diane Medak’s&lt;/a&gt; Rouched Dresses or &lt;a href="http://www.maneaterthreads.com/index.asp?PageAction=MFGSEARCH&amp;amp;ManfID=5&amp;Page=1"&gt;Kara Janx’s&lt;/a&gt; Kimono Dresses…just pull them over your head, and you immediately look like you put far more attention into your appearance than you actually did.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;~ &lt;b style=""&gt;Find that perfect pair of jeans.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Very simply put, a well fitting pair of jeans equal perfection, hence most women’s search for their own personal best pair.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Low-rise jeans are universally more flattering to all shapes, as they allow for a more accurate fit.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Of course, there are many levels of low-rise, so no need to wear anything outside of your comfort zone.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;An extra-long top is very IN, and can alleviate some of your fear when sitting on a barstool or other perches of potential embarrassment.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;~ &lt;b style=""&gt;Get some height.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Okay, we know, suggesting adding heels to your outfit is not really in keeping with staying comfortable.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But if there’s one thing we learned from our little fashionista friend Kelly, it’s that white tee + good jeans + heels = HOT.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s amazing what a nice or unusual pair of heels can do for that most basic of outfits.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Our personal favorites right now are the Louboutin-like Oh! Deers; they have the red soles and sexy shape at a fraction of the price.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22618672-2804482932619793323?l=thecarnivore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecarnivore.blogspot.com/feeds/2804482932619793323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22618672&amp;postID=2804482932619793323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22618672/posts/default/2804482932619793323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22618672/posts/default/2804482932619793323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecarnivore.blogspot.com/2007/01/dressing-up-dressing-down.html' title='How to Dress Up Dressing Down'/><author><name>Tanya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08539427548343864071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_TGhL5u8DCEg/Ra_rfqir_TI/AAAAAAAAAAM/pDqMoUHbl0E/s72-c/paco.front1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22618672.post-116259057449716539</id><published>2006-11-03T13:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T10:09:46.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To market, to market...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4816/2303/1600/tstandard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4816/2303/320/tstandard.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So, in an effort to become a better blogger, and by extension, a better person, here finally is my much delayed account of Los Angeles Spring 2007 Market.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;To be shortly followed by my account of Halloween and most likely what I had for dinner last night.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As always, it was a big mad rush from making appointments and travel reservations, seeing everyone (that is, trying to see everyone), until I could finally collapse on the plane home.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Leaving the business has gotten a little easier, probably because I am so crazed and busy all the time these days that I simply can’t even try to sweat the small stuff.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pre-Show &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flight over was uneventful, and I made my way over to Fox Rental, some random “boutique-y” car rental place that I’ve never heard of.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;All I know was that my car would be $14 a day, and that’s all I needed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Frankly, they could have given me a Flintstone car that would be powered by the soles of my feet - all I needed was to get to and fro from the airport, as well as make a couple of jaunts to Smashbox Studios.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Of course the guy behind the counter, a humorless Russian, tried to get me to upgrade to a nicer car.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“No, I want to the cheapest piece of garbage that you have,” I told him, and this elicited a surprising chuckle.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He fiddled around in the back and said, “Well, you have slightly nicer piece of garbage car, all economy were gone.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I departed off like a rock star in my Taurus Sho.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I checked in to the Standard downtown, which mercifully let me in before the official check-in time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s not that I think that the Standard is too cool for me, but I am slightly confused by it, which does seem to belie some sort of deficiency on my part: be it coolness, hipster worthiness, whatever.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For example: on the phone, near the buttons for “bell desk” and “wake up call” there is one button that says “heaven” and one that says “hell.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I pressed hell and freaked out and hung up when it seemed to be ringing something.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Because, really, atheist that I am, I would lose my shit if they had some sort of pre-recorded satanic cackling on an outgoing message.&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I was able to relax a bit in my space pod-like room, meeting Candice down at the lobby briefly to exchange my postcards, which would be placed in her front row gift bags, for some dresses for Drew Sidora, my friend Beth’s client (who also borrowed a Candice dress from me for her L.A. premiere of Step Up) to wear to Candice’s Smashbox show the following day.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;That night I had dinner with Soroya at Cobras and Matadors, one of my favorite old &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;L.A.&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; haunts.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Lentils and tapas and sangria, oh my.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After that it was on to the Louis Verdad runway show at Smashbox, with a quick run back to the Standard to grab the dresses that Candice dropped off for Drew.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The Louis Verdad show was madness - I saw Beth in front and gave her Drew’s dresses but we got separated because of all the Smashbox rigmarole of standing in line for passes, standing in line for entry to the show, and then waiting for the show to start.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was totally grumpy in my tired state with my painful high heels.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;To make matters worse, my phone was dead, so I missed multiple calls and texts from Beth who had an extra seat in the front row for me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Grrrr.&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candice’s show was at noon, so I decided to not try and squeeze in any morning appointments, instead doing some work on my laptop and having a leisurely breakfast at the Standard’s café.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I noticed that none of the other fashion people were eating at the café…oh, wait.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There’s a male fashionista at the bar, having a liquid breakfast.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This is why I don’t have what it takes to look good in super skinny jeans.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Beth was unable to attend Candice’s show with Drew, so I told her that I would help Drew out at the show.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Waiting outside for her to show up, who should I see drive by slowly and creepily in some white minivan type vehicle?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Why, crazy Vincent from Project Runway III.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I couldn’t believe my eyes, but the guy was unmistakable.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am ordinarily not a whip out my camera phone and take pictures of people kind of girl, but I seriously wish I had in this case.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I told Drew about my sighting and she agreed that I should have.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She also looked a little frightened about the possibility of Vincent popping up.&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Drew brought her father and little brother to the show, and they were equally adorable.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She is such a nice girl, clearly because she comes from such a nice family.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She looked great in her Candice dress, much better than the models, in my opinion.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Curves suit those dresses so much better than mere bones.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We had fun at the show, and Candice’s new line looks gorgeous: there are several new variations on what was the Blue Mood dress, I think they will be really well received.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Just gorgeous.&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I got back from Smashbox, and as I gave my car over to the Standard valet, he rubbed a spot on my driver’s door with a puzzled expression.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“WASSAT?” I exclaimed, and sure enough, there is a rather large circular dent that I could have sworn was not there when I got the damn car.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Of course, I never get the rental insurance because I think it’s a total rip-off, and they happened to upgrade me to the Sho.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It looks like something that can easily be suctioned out, but where I would get that done, and how, given my utter lack of time, was the question.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That, and really, how did this stupid car get a dent when it’s staying in the garage for the most part?&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Since I had enough time and could stand to work off the planned massive consumption of food at Malo, I decide to take a scenic walk to my afternoon appointments from the hotel to forget about my rental car woes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Oh, good. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Human feces on the ground and homeless man masturbating.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s as though I never left.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Oh, and something funny (not ha ha funny): at an intersection, a car tries to turn right onto a one-way street going left.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Never mind the fact that there are huge cars in both lanes of the one-way stopped at the red light, the driver behind the car gases it hard, and would have hit the SUV in the left lane, had not a homeless guy risked life and limb and jumped in front of the car, waving his arms.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The car stops, barely missing the guy, and then sort of backs up and speeds off going straight.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The homeless guy wipes his brow, and then goes to work the line of stopped cars, starting with the SUV that he just saved.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The SUV’s window remains up and the guy’s cup empty.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now, I am no big fan of panhandling, but really?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This guy just jumped in front of a large moving vehicle to save your suburban ass.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I don’t think $20 would kill you.&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After I finished my appointments, Stephanie and I went to dinner at Malo, which is owned by the same brains behind Cobras and Matadors.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was so damn tasty.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Inexpensive, and just delicious.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They have caipirinhas, and the beef and pickle tacos were to die for.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We had fun and pretty much ate them out of house and home.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Hey, I didn’t eat lunch.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day Two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s on.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My first appointment starts at 10 and my last one is at 4, with my plane leaving around 8, and my rental car still with a hole in it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, another valet delivers the best news ever to me when I retrieve my car, pointing out a clear sticker on top of the dent.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“They already know about it,” he assures me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;“You didn’t do it - that’s why the sticker is there.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Hurrah!&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Given my newly uplifted mood, I bust through all of my appointments, having to just grab lookbooks at the end of some and run out with them.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am very excited about the stuff that I picked up for spring - a lot of pretty dresses, and fun, bright, pattern-driven dresses (call it the Uli effect).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Granted, it will still be freezing in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;San Francisco&lt;/st1:city&gt; at that point, but I’m sure the girls in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;L.A.&lt;/st1:city&gt; and &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Miami&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; will be loving it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;More on the new lines later…&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And so, I got back home, safe and sound, and predictably exhausted.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Looking forward to being well-heeled for spring, though…&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;On a completely unrelated note, why am I receiving spam in German now?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22618672-116259057449716539?l=thecarnivore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecarnivore.blogspot.com/feeds/116259057449716539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22618672&amp;postID=116259057449716539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22618672/posts/default/116259057449716539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22618672/posts/default/116259057449716539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecarnivore.blogspot.com/2006/11/to-market-to-market.html' title='To market, to market...'/><author><name>Tanya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08539427548343864071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22618672.post-115525567370594050</id><published>2006-08-10T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T17:21:13.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ich habe einen Barenhunger.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4816/2303/1600/meaty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4816/2303/320/meaty.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Am.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Hungry.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I started doing the low carb thing again on Monday, and I am famished.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Mind you, I have more or less been eating nonstop…it’s just that I’ve been eating mostly vegetables nonstop.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Part of what spurred this on was getting the shipment of the new lighter wash Denim of Virtue Jeans that I have been so eagerly anticipating.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have no idea what happened to my older pair of light wash jeans that I loved, which, truth be told, were getting super holey in a compromising area.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I suspect that they were lost in the move up north.  Or stolen by my crafty mother.  The new D of V lighter wash jeans are just so perfect, and when I saw them in the showroom I vowed that I would have a pair.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In fact, I even have a whole outfit planned with these jeans, including an adorable Goldencast tee that we’ll be getting in September (I think).&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So, shipment came in, they look fabulous, but, me being me, I had to earn them in some way (you know, other than the usual of working my booty off with the store all day and night).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And, of course, I want them in a cute svelte size.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have been pretty good about doing pilates and starting to get back into the cardio groove, but it was time to get back to the low carb thing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m all about life being short and enjoying the things you love (including cupcakes, crunchy bread with butter, sangria…okay, stop), but I just feel better (physically and mentally) when I am for the most part doing the meat and vegetable thing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s not for everyone, but it works for me.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Buuutttttttt….the beginning stages are tortuous, mainly because of the hunger thing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s also a little disconcerting to be so hungry when you’re eating all the time, but in a weird way, it makes me feel like I’m doing something right.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anyhow.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am hoping this can all be fixed with a big steak tonight.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In other news, there have been some cool random press things.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;People.com have one of my Lindeberg tops in their Hot Pick Sales of the Week, displayed rather prominently.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;While I was admiring this handiwork that I had little to do with, I saw that Nick Verreos of Season 2 has a blog for each episode, which, if you haven’t read it, is rather fantastic:&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://people.aol.com/people/article/0,26334,1216026,00.html?cid=recirc-nowonpeople-1216026"&gt;http://people.aol.com/people/article/0,26334,1216026,00.html?cid=recirc-nowonpeople-1216026&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I was so glad to see Michael win a challenge last night.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;On top of appearing to be immensely talented, he just seems like a really cool guy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have to say, I am such a sick, sick Project Runway addict…the shows are too short for me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was telling D last night that I wish Project Runway ran on a daily basis and was five hours long.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This prompted a nervous laugh out of him.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;And Michael Kors has returned!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Thank Whack-a-Do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22618672-115525567370594050?l=thecarnivore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecarnivore.blogspot.com/feeds/115525567370594050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22618672&amp;postID=115525567370594050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22618672/posts/default/115525567370594050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22618672/posts/default/115525567370594050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecarnivore.blogspot.com/2006/08/ich-habe-einen-barenhunger.html' title='Ich habe einen Barenhunger.'/><author><name>Tanya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08539427548343864071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22618672.post-115471225967470351</id><published>2006-08-04T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T10:27:41.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I know, I know...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4816/2303/1600/printscreen.cpage.august06.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4816/2303/400/printscreen.cpage.august06.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a blogging slacker right now. I promise, I will be better, as a) there is much dishing on Project Runway to do, and b) there is now a link to my blog from Maneater's Customers Page. Which means people might actually start reading my blog. I mean, right now, I don't even know if my boyfriend reads my blog. In fact, if I asked him if he does, his response would most likely be, "you have a blog?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, there are good reasons for my slacking, namely that I am just swamped at Maneater. We have new product galore, the new issue of Lucky (Maneater Threads' new Burning Torch jacket will be in it with us listed as the retailer) will most likely be coming out next week, AND the new Customers Page is up. Check it out here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.maneaterthreads.com/index.asp?PageAction=Custom&amp;ID=38"&gt;http://www.maneaterthreads.com/index.asp?PageAction=Custom&amp;amp;ID=38&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very exciting stuff.  I have much to do today, and much to do before D and I take off to go to Santa Barbara.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22618672-115471225967470351?l=thecarnivore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecarnivore.blogspot.com/feeds/115471225967470351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22618672&amp;postID=115471225967470351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22618672/posts/default/115471225967470351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22618672/posts/default/115471225967470351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecarnivore.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-know-i-know.html' title='I know, I know...'/><author><name>Tanya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08539427548343864071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22618672.post-114185459617389301</id><published>2006-03-08T13:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T13:49:56.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Beautiful SF Day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4816/2303/1600/ocean%20salt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4816/2303/320/ocean%20salt.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, because I wasn't as completely slammed with work today as I have been, and because I am utterly obsessed with Lush products since buying the Ocean Salt Scrub, I decided to take a little stroll down to Union Street. It is such an utterly beautiful day: cool but not cold, a slight breeze, super clear sky dotted with a few clouds. I really have turned into one of those people who say, "I love (insert newly adopted city name here)."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I indulged my need for new Lush product, so I now have shampoo and conditioner to compulsively smell in addition to my Ocean Salt. I resisted the urge to get a little Vietnamese cinnamon pepper chocolate at Cocoa Bella. I am hungry, though...I can tell because my mind starts to wander in a hundred food oriented directions...like how dim sum would be soooooo good right now...D and I should have Sunday morning dim sum....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to get back to work.  After I sniff my Lush stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22618672-114185459617389301?l=thecarnivore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thecarnivore.blogspot.com/feeds/114185459617389301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22618672&amp;postID=114185459617389301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22618672/posts/default/114185459617389301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22618672/posts/default/114185459617389301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thecarnivore.blogspot.com/2006/03/another-beautiful-sf-day.html' title='Another Beautiful SF Day...'/><author><name>Tanya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08539427548343864071</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
