What's up Italy? (No, I'm not talking about Jersey Shore.)

Italy, you guys are awesome! The language, the culture, the FOOD!

And this yummy boot...the Gucci Alyona bootie.

Bellissimo.

These boots, a hot Italian guy, and a tiramisu, I would never leave Italy.

Where's a plane ticket when you need it?!

L'italia che amiamo molto. <3

xoxo

CTTFW! FEUERZANGENBOWLE (Don't even try to pronounce that.)

This and a cozy Christmas sweater (preferably the Stella McCartney version), and we're in business. 

So, I did some research on German Christmas drinks and found this. It's called FEUERZANGENBOWLE. 

Yeah, I know. I can't pronounce it either, but it looks yummy!

FEUERZANGENBOWLE or "Fire Tongs Punch" is a traditional German drink normally consumed around the holiday season. It's fondue meets getting wasted. "Fire Tongs Punch" is dry red wine with cinnamon, cloves, and orange peel (sometimes slices) mixed together in a bowl that is heated. Then, there's this sugar cone put on top called a Zuckerhut (which means "sugar hat," cool name right?) that has been drizzled in rum and then set on fire to melt into the hot wine mixture. 

This is awesome for Christmas parties. Your friends would die over the theatrics of lighting the Zuckerhut, especially if they love wine and setting things on fire as much as I do. 

FEUERZANGENBOWLE

2 bottles of dry red wine

2 whole cloves

1 cinnamon stick

Lemon juice (2 lemons worth)

Orange juice (2 oranges worth)

1 Zuckerhut (preferably from Sudzucker)

1/2 bottle of rum (must be 108 proof at the least to burn Zuckerhut properly)

Heat wine with cloves, cinnamon, and juices. DON'T BOIL!!!

Then place bowl or pot with a warmer underneath. You may want to strain before pouring, up to you. 

Lay Zuckerhut on top of the bowl or pot with special holder or "tongs." Pour some rum over it.

Light it, and turn out the lights for a private FEUERZANGENBOWLE show!

Use the rest of the rum to keep the Zuckerhut burning until melted completely.

Serve hot in glass mugs or tea cups. 

Note: Make sure you use a spoon to pour the rum or you'll set your house on fire. 

BOOM!

You're getting Weihnachten wasted!

xoxo

On the 4th day of RIGHTEOUSNESS my true love gave to me...

DAFT PUNK!!!

Merci France! Daft Punk is in the top ten of the best things that ever happened to me. I LOVE THIS BAND!

No seriously, I freaking love this band!

Here's my plus favori Daft Punk jam of all time.

I could watch Interstella a million times, and it would still be as awesome as the first time.

calins et de baisers.

On the 1st day of RIGHTEOUSNESS my true love gave to me...

ONE PAIR OF AMERICAN FLAG SHORTS (as seen on Kylie Jenner)!

Yeah baby! Come March, I'm rocking these (if they have my size).

One of the great things about the United States aka HOME aka "God Bless America," is that we can put the American flag on anything, I mean anything! The second great thing about the US is that the American flag is considered a neutral (clothing wise) meaning that it goes with everything even in short form. These American flag shorts by RUNWAYDREAMZ are a must have for my closet.

The shorts are like $160, so if you can't afford them, make them.

(Courtesy of SmokeyPinkLeopard. I love her narration, by the way. It's too funny.)

Do you think these shorts with the American flag Litas would be too much???

I think I'm OD-ing on the fashion patriotism.

xoxo

MuSICK! ROBYN'S SNL PERFORMANCE

Robyn performed on SNL (Saturday Night Live) this past weekend, and as usual it blew my mind.

To sum it up in three phrases:

Amazing singing

Floor humping

Cool ass Calvin Klein belt (I would be the one to notice that.)

Anyway, Robyn is a dancing freaking machine. It makes it even more awesome that she can sing while she's flipping over into a floor hump. I love it.

(Had to use this Youtube version with everything mirror opposite. Hulu wasn't working. Apologies.)

xoxo

THINGS WE FANCY: DR. MARTENS GRACE

It's Grace, with her style and...umm...grace.

I know what you're thinking. It looks like some put ribbon in a boys' boot. 

That's the joy of Dr. Martens Grace. 

Remember when I wrote about NYC style and used this boot as an example for Dr. Martens, well...I've been obsessed ever since. I have to have this boot. 

Patent leather + Polka dot ribbon = Righteousness.

It's like hardcore meets girly, which is the framework of my style. I like to mix tough things like spike details with soft things like lace or Peter Pan collars. This boot would be great with a cute little cream chiffon dress, or really casual with like an oversized sweater and leggings. See, I already have my outfits planned out. 

If I were wearing these, this lovely image is what I'd see.

xoxo

It's Tattoo Tuesday! Did you miss us? Of Course You Did.

So, I decided to show one of my own for this week's installment.

If you know this drawing, you are an ace of spades in my book. Check it...

Isn't she lovely...of course she is.

Now, if you guessed that this is a tattoo of Picasso's Head drawing, congratulations! No, you didn't win a million dollars, but at least we all know how artistically cultured you are. 

Anyway, here's the real thing...

Head by Picasso

So, Picasso is my most favorite artist of all time. He was so larger than life and versatile. He was above the movements and the genres. He is his own movement, his own genre. His paintings and ceramic sculptures move me to tears, but what I'm fascinated by the most are his serigraph drawings. They are so simple yet so complex. Some drawings are made from a single continuous line which blows my mind, but I mean, it's freaking Picasso! 

He once said, "It took me four years to paint like Raphael, but a lifetime to paint like a child."  

God love him.

I'm not 100% on who the woman is in this drawing that is now permanently branded into my arm, but she's quite beautiful as a Picasso. I want to believe that she was one of his great loves, Francoise Gilot, mother of Paloma (the fashionista jewelry designer, love her). It was made around their time together. 

Anyway, I'm sure there will be more Picasso tattoos to come. If you have any tattoos by your favorite artist, and they're good, we want to see them. You could be featured. Excitement!

xoxo

And Boyfriend Season Begins....

Now that bikinis and summer flings are out and high-waist jeans with man-candy are in, thus begins the quest for love and companionship otherwise known as BOYFRIEND SEASON.

Women outnumber men.
 (Google that.)
How ruthless you gotta be girl?

Don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about. Every heterosexual femme at least internally knows about the boo'ed up solstice, the relationship status equinox, Boyfriend Season. Colder weather equals less free love, aka flings, because...well...it's too cold for that nonsense. People have jobs and school now. Summer is over. So, what do you do? You want to actually go places besides the beach and the club like...I don't know...a restaurant that has legit plates and the movies to see those last installments of Twilight. The big holidays are coming up (Thanksgiving, Christmakwanahanzakah, New Year's, and the uber-competitive Valentine's Day). One must find a mate by Halloween or risk loneliness for the rest of the year.

Boyfriend season is to insure that you have a consistent date to all these holiday events and someone to receive gifts from that you can brag about to your friends. Good looking men are scarce, and boyfriend season can be highly competitive. To increase your chances of finding a mate by Halloween, I suggest you go to as many parties and sporting events as possible. Boost that self-esteem and talk to that guy that works at that Abercrombie in mall. Get to know the guy that sits next to you in chemistry, or the dude your always bumping into in the laundry room. Because, if you don't, some other chick is going to get something really good from that guy for Christmas. So, flip that hair, bat those lashes, put on your good lip gloss and wear those jeans that make your butt look awesome. This is not a game. Like I said before, good looking guys are scarce this year.

So, don't be shy. It's Boyfriend Season.

xoxo