What to see: In the Shadows
What to rent: Haiku Tunnel
What not to rent: Bones
What to wear: All white
What to hair: Braids
What to make-up: Flushed cheeks
What to read: The Sun Also Rises, Ernest Hemingway
What to listen to: Word of Mouf, Ludacris
What to make: Tomato and basil pizza
Color of the moment: Pink
Who to lust after: Beefy personal trainers

"Eating cookie dough and watching Nigella Bites is my idea of a perfect evening."

Amy Hudson
San Francisco, CA

Brows are back with a vengeance. If you are rehabilitating skinny, over-plucked brows and need help finding your way, turn to the experts at Preston Wynne. Or turn into Joan Crawford. Your Privilege Card entitles you to a free eyebrow makeover and styling lesson before April 1. (No fooling!)

Preston Wynne Review

Unlike our pal Tori Spelling, Christina does not qualify for the most improved award. She really lost us on the whole chin/nose pierce tip(not visible in this photo). Out went the spangly, ruffled tops and in came the trashy/glam, rock/hooker look. We must admit Christina, you need to be arrested by the Splendora fashion police. On her official website there is an area dedicated to Christina's stylists (nee costumers). But lordy, we sure do wish Christina would take advantage of all of the fantastic stylists that reside in L.A. Alas, there comes a time in every teen pop stars' life when they need to stop wearing their costumes out in public...Miss A's time is certainly more than up. P.S. Are those new breasts or just a fabulous push up bra?

Last night amid the gorgeous gowns and wedding dresses at Serafina, we tasted scrumptiously moist morsels from Butterfly Cakes, perused through Karina Marie Diaz's fabulous wedding photography, tried on 3-carat engagement rings from Dianne's Old & New, and got dolled up by Bare Escentual's expert make-up artists. There were also drop dead gorgeous bouquets and arrangements by Cherries, the amazing Valencia Street florist. If you missed the Serafina event last night and you're a bride-to-be, you simply MUST visit their adorable Russian Hill boutique.

Last night I had the good fortune to watch my friend Amy go from an everyday humdrum mood to a mind-blowing state of ecstasy that can only be compared to the giddiness of first love. This transformation occurred before my eyes in about ten seconds flat and neither psychopharmaceutics nor E had anything to do with it. No, this was a substance far more powerful and intoxicating, and profoundly more costly than a kilo of just about any drug you can think of. The immediate mood elevation transpired seconds after Amy slipped a flawless 3.5 carat diamond ring on her finger, fastened two $25,000 bracelets around her wrist and secured to her lucky lobes a stunning pair 8 carat diamond and aquamarine drop earrings.

The fact that the jewelry was on loan from Dianne's on Union Street did not diminish the mesmerizing, transformative effect it had on Amy (as well as every woman within a two mile radius). Ladies flocked around Amy's hand and begged to try on the shiny ring. As soon as they slipped it on their own eager fingers, the same thing would happen--pupils would dilate, faces would flush, mouths would curl into a monstrous grin and hands would outstretch into a slow surveying wave. It was clear to me that both Amy and every admiring women who magnetically stuck to her jewels all night had something I like to call the "J" Chromosome (or J-Chro for short). Not every woman has the J Chromosome because, much to my utter flabbergast-ation, I've met a gal or two who have claimed that jewelry is "just not their thing." Imagine that!? Those who are lucky (or unlucky) enough to have this chromosome, undergo profoundly positive chemical changes in the central nervous system whenever jewelry comes near the body. A particular alteration in synaptic transmission (the firing of neurons in the brain) also occurs whenever jewelry is seen, touched, pondered, discussed, or used unconsciously in metaphor.

When I saw this change happen in Amy and saw the effects it had on the women around me, I suddenly felt normal. I can safely admit that I too have the J-Chro. If I were a little older I would claim to be its progenitor. I've had it ever since I found a plastic ring in my Cracker Jacks bpx. Friends who know me--heck, strangers on the street--can tell that I have "J" and now I can share it with the world. I love jewelry! I spend hours on eBay looking for estate auctions. I have dragged my poor husband to jewelry stores in 7 different countries. Sometimes while driving I will catch a glimpse of my engagement ring on the steering wheel and it will make me smile. And although I am not dimwitted enough to think that happiness can be found through material goods e.g., in the sparkly form of a million year old carbon, I sure could have been fooled when I saw Amy dripping in diamonds with smile the size of Texas.

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DOLBY CHADWICK
The Dolby Chadwick gallery presents recent works by Michael Pauker. The exhibit runs from March 7th through the 30th. Splendora members are welcome to join the reception for the artist on March 7th from 5:30-8:00.

BARE ESCENTUALS
On March 2nd at the Stonestown Galleria in S.F., B.E. is having a "Simply Relax Event" that includes M.D. formula products, mini-facials,and spring makeovers.

Call to book appointment (415) 661-5255

Dolby Chadwick