Packing and moving really sucks!

A couple of months ago a friend shared a story of how at a fashion show he spilled red wine all over the front of a mans white suit. My first thought of course was it a saturday night fever theme? My second thought was oh poor thing how mortifying. 

Well, I've got my own oops to share. I tend to talk with my hands, perhaps I'm 6th generation Italian or something but I'm aware of this and I try to make a conscious effort to 1) keep my hands at my sides or 2) sit on them. Last night while chatting it up with my Splendora lovelies I forgot. 

So there I was, wine glass in right hand and my left hand was of course free to do the talking. Apparently my left hand needed a break and without any communication, my right hand decided to dominate the conversation and the wine went flying. Luckily I wasn't drinking red and I only spilled on my scarf. 

The horror! 

So ladies, this is my PSA: If you should ever see me with a glass of Red and don't have a desire to tye dye your clothes 1) remove the glass from my hand or 2) don't stand to my right. 

From Dolce & Gabbana's Gold restaurant, to Carla Sozzani's 10 Corso Como. Italy has the most brilliant concept artists, stores and restaurants that I've come across. The talent coming out of Italy may be attributed to the reported cocaine and marijuana particles in the air (ahem).

But ladies, seriously, this may be one of the coolest things I have ever seen. It's called the Sheer kitchen. A carbon fiber sphere that with the click of a remote opens up and you have a fully functioning kitchen, double sink, burners and all. I know it sounds crazy, but check it out. I know you'll love it and you can thank me by inviting me over after you've had it installed.

"It's a strain because you're eating the Jenny Craig-type meals, which are very good. But you can only eat them for so long before you want some barbecue ribs or some pigs feet."

I don't care where you're from or what side of the fence you're on, the idea that anyone would boo a body like this is SHOCKING.
My mouth is WIDE OPEN, can't even shape my lips to form a boo.

My favorite ad right now is the Cingular "bff Jill" commercial where the mother is totally lost in translation as her daughter bombards her with acronyms like:
OMG; BFF; IDK; TISNF.
These are a few that many of us know. But 'on the real', every now and then your 'too cool for school' nieces/nephews and cousins may say something that really throws you. Instead of asking for clarification which will totally date you, check out the Urban Dictionary.
aight

Listening to my mother go on and on about a ski trip to Switzerland for Christmas which I will be excluded from. What really burns me is that is was MY idea. So here I am life in limbo (just finished school, trying to move, looking for a new job) taking late night calls from my mother who is stressed out because this "perfect new" hotel in Milano isn't available. Oh yes, prior to the Swiss Alps, they are going to meet up with friends in London, then stop in Milan so that she can shop at MY favorite store (10 Corso Como) and oh, my dad apparently needs ANOTHER watch.
I need a new watch too damn it!
If I sound bitter, it's because I am.
I'm mad as hell.

Thank you everyone for allowing me to vent.

DJ Amy Parker spinning old school Michael Jackson at Splendora HQ.
I love this office!

"Mamasay Mamasa Mamacusa"

All of this talk about chocolate got me thinking about Angelina (not Jolie), but the Parisian  institution in the 1st arrondissement.
If you love chocolate, this place is a must. Because of it's location (on Rue de Rivoli) it can at times be swarming with tourists. Don't let the fanny packs deter you from experiencing what may very well be the best orgasm you have ever had.
The big O comes in the form of chocolate chaud aptly named Chocolat Africain and is served with a side of cream and a tall glass of water.

I searched for a link, but it appears they don't have a website. Trust me, it's worth the trip.

Champagne Truffles from La Maison du Chocolate.
Okay, okay, ANY dark chocolate from La Maison du Chocolate makes me weak in the knees.
For those of us on the left coast (and everywhere in between) there is next day delivery available from their New York locations.