Girls, girls, girls

My fashionista friends traveled from the Bay to indulge in a little bit of sample saling, food binging, and girl talking with cocktails to end the night, every night. A weekend of full blown estrogen comes with alot of, "cute dress, love your shoes, where did you get that" exclamations. This time was no different.

Fashion "on"

One wonderful man I need to get into my closet is Christian Louboutin - especially when he's so pretty in pink!

5 inches higher, my girlfriend walked tall wearing these Parisian beauties.

Next, came the leading lady of the night, Dianne Von Furstenberg.
I've been loving rompers lately - especially when they come silky, bold, and steller like this one. Right off the rack of Barney's Co-op, she confidently debuted in a bar on the westside the very same day she was delicately wrapped in tissue paper and taken home.

All the way from Shanghai, came my dress. Like painted art meant for a museum but instead picturesquely draped on my body with a belt to cinch the waist. A foreigner perhaps but no stranger to LA's catwalk - speaking a universal language...that is style.

From a sidewalk vendor to runway status. Talk about working your way up in the world!

The day after we find comfort in flats and big sunglasses to mask a night of martini's. I heart heel-less shoes.

It's no longer taboo to wear flat shoes - especially when they're bejeweled and fun.

So to end my GWO (girl's weekend out) -- It definitely includes alot of fashion exchange but it's also just pretty cool to sprawl out on my bed on a lazy sunday and talk about all things "girl" and boys, wouldn't you like to know?