What I wore to get indigestion

The Beauty Boomer arranged these flowers with her own white hands.

Did everyone have a lovely Thanksgiving? I hope so.

We weren't hosting a Thanksgiving dinner, yet much cooking occurred. We were doing a potluck with friends, and because no one was coming here, we used the energy we would have spent cleaning up and spent it in the kitchen.

Mr. Buxom baked four pies. Pecan, chocolate cream, apple, and sweet potato. They were all successful. If you check your copy of The Alice's Restaurant Cookbook, you will discover that "sweet potato pie leaves pumpkin pie sitting in the road." This is God's truth, people.

What do you mean, you don't have a copy of The Alice's Restaurant Cookbook? For shame.
Listen, those hippies understood food. They did better by us today than James and Martha Pearl Villas did with My Mother's Southern Kitchen and My Mother's Southern Entertaining.

Today I baked Martha's gingerbread men (except I used a turkey-shaped cookie cutter because it's Thanksgiving.) These were not successful. In fact, they were by far the worst cookies I've ever made. They were agreeably spicy, but not sweet enough to actually qualify as a dessert. Also, they were rock hard. It's my belief that Martha Pearl was overly concerned with gingerbread's use as gingerbread house building material. At any rate, her recipe produced gingerbread that was more drywall than dessert.

After the gingerbread debacle, I baked some butterscotch brownies. And pocketbook rolls. And wild rice salad. And my amazing fattening salad. And Martha Pearl Villas's Party Potatoes, which were extremely tasty.

Then we went to my friend Jeanne's house. She had also prepared vast quantities of food.

We all returned chez Buxom for the pie. And caffeinated beverages and/or alcohol. I had some Grand Marnier. By that point, I fully appreciated Grand Marnier's versatility. It's a drink, but it's also a dessert. And you don't need to cram much of it into an already-protesting belly--a jigger or two is plenty. I like that. It's efficient.

But you want to know what I wore. I repeated an outfit I wore to a luncheon earlier this month. I wore my brown Worth dress with the laser cut back, the Tsubo color blocked heels, and to throw all of you a curve ball, a different necklace. I wore one of those super long Chanel necklaces that you can double or even triple up. This one has pearls, black beads, and double C's.

It was an early birthday present from me to myself. And I'm so grateful to myself, because I love it.

And to cook and serve pie? My Official Preppy Apron.

Before Truth, The Right Fork. Our motto.

And hey--look what else came out of the cupboard.

Semper Preparatus

I know I've ranted recently about wearing pantyhose and how we should all stop judging. But at the end of the day, boy, was I glad to get out of my control tops. I had been asking a lot out of the Spandex.

Here's hoping you ate well and looked splendid!

What I Wore Today

Worth Coffee Bean ponte laser cut dress and Tsubo Mary Janes (similar)

Today I was up at 5:45 so I could get to the gym for a 7:00 workout with Terri (In case you're in the market, that's Terri Ellman at LifeTime Fitness in Skokie, Illinois.) As you can see, the midriff bulge hasn't gone anywhere yet. This dress is a size 14. A very fitted size 14.

Really, it's snug enough that it's almost vulgar. If I weren't planning on losing more weight, I'd size up just so I wouldn't have to remember to suck. in. my. stomach. every. single. second. Instead, I'm congratulating myself that at the rate I'm losing weight (about half a pound a week) it will actually fit and look OK by spring. Without Spanx. And that's allowing for the amount of eating and drinking I indulge in over the holidays.

I wanted to show you the fun laser cut back. Hello, hipster glasses!

I wore this with some two-year-old Tsubo color-blocked Mary Janes.

I carried my crazy tie-dyed cashmere shawl to ward off any chilliness

as well as my giant purple Prada purse

for the all-important Style Blogger's Pop Of Color. And an alliterative one, at that.

I also wore sheer hose (I know, I know, very old lady. But trust me; you don't want to see my veins.)

I'm wearing Chanel's Malice on my nails.

My picture will never do this polish justice, so here is one from The Beauty Look Book

Malice is their holiday 2012 polish shade, and it's absolutely gorgeous--a blackened red with subtle micro-glitter. It's sort of like OPI's I'm Not Really a Waitress, except vampier and micro-glittery rather than frosty. If you like vampy nail polish shades, you'll love this red. It's very wearable--definitely not Christmas-y.

I love it with a hard, gem-like flame and might even buy a back-up bottle.