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Oh No! Like Mother, Like Daughter?


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When Bono sings, we listen.

Why do kids think that moms and dads love being in the car? Don’t they know how much we dread driving? At least they can kick back and watch an iPad in the backseat. We can’t take our eyes off the road for a second.

So we were pretty psyched when U2′s One Tree Hill came on the radio when we were driving back from the burbs on Sunday. For the next 3-ish minutes, my husband and I rocked out to the awesomeness that is Bono and the gang.

*However our 4-year-old daughter wasn’t having it. She sounded off in her normal voice, calling me with that mom, mommy, mama-nagging that makes mothers want to change their nickname to almost anything else.

Then came the shouting, because if I wasn’t answering her, clearly it was because I couldn’t hear her calling me from the backseat.

Next was the questioning, you know, the why aren’t you listening to me’s.

Still, we continued to bop with big, goofy smiles on our faces. I think I even grabbed the stubby lighter from the car ashtray and waved it above my head at one point, but that must have really set her off because she bellowed this out like Real Housewife of New Jersey…

“I’m about to lose my SHIT!”

We stopped car dancing right there and then. My husband looked at me and I looked right back at him. After we finally stopped laughing, I couldn’t help but wonder where she heard that one? What horrible people had she been hanging around with who speak like that?

Of course, I’m putting my money on the little girl at the park in the pink faux leather jacket who looks like she could be part of a neighborhood scooter gang, because it certainly is NOT me.

No fucking way.

It is not me.

*Just to be clear, she didn’t actually need anything and was just calling me because I was having fun dancing and singing in case anyone wants to question my parenting skills. Actually, go for it. I’m too exhausted from all that car dancing to fight back. 

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Come On, Lego My Husband!


Lego, toy, game

My husband leaves me at night to play with toys.

Yes folks, I am a Lego Widow.

Tonight, as we sat at dinner, my son excitedly showed off 5 out of the 300 sets of Legos that he received for his birthday that our nanny was kind enough to put together for him today. He was so into it–showing us who each character was, how he or she moved, what each vehicle could do, yada, yada, yada.

My husband, who stayed home sick for the first time in forever because he could barely swallow, turned to my son and whispered the following…

“Go downstairs to the playroom, pick out a Lego set and I’ll put it together for you tonight.”

What an asshole a sweetheart!!! Here are my reasons why:

#1. The man is sick. He needs to not be sick. He needs to not be playing Lego. (Fun fact: The plural of Lego is Lego.)

#2. The man is a fantastic father. He has nothing to prove. Putting together a Lego set wouldn’t have furthered his cause. He’s already won the Father of the Year Award by changing diapers, getting thrown up on, rubbing backs, driving carpool, making up silly songs, playing tag, trying really, really hard to braid pigtails, and spending hours upon hours building Lego sets. Some call it overachieving. Others, showing off. The kids and I know we’re super lucky, but sometimes, I wish the man would just take a break.

#3. Selfish mommy/wife really wanted to watch one of the DVR’ed shows but if he doesn’t finish soon, I’m going to watch something without him…and I might be annoyed enough to delete an episode of The Following “by accident.”

Here’s the deal. He claims playing Legos* is relaxing, but honestly, with all the f-bombs he’s dropping, does this look relaxing to you:

lego, dad, instruction, game, toy

 

Lego, dad, instructions, game, toy      lego, toy, dad, game, instruction   I suppose at the end of the day, or night in this case, if it makes my boy(s) happy, there are worse things I could lose my man to than Lego, like ultimate frisbee or those people who act out Game of Thrones in real life. They’d probably make me sew costumes in that case and then my night would be ruined too.

At least I’m not doing any manual labor for this Lego thing, and even I can admit the end result is kind of awesome…

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 *Because I’m a megabitch, I insist on calling it “playing Legos” because it annoys my husband endlessly. He feels that by referring to it as something you play, it diminishes the skill that goes into building the sets. Whatever. I think it’s hysterical!

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President Obama and I Shop Together


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Daddy bought presents at the Gap. I’m going to score SO many points with my family when I get home!

Considering my daily uniform is typically running pants and a workout shirt and Obama’s is usually a gorgeous custom-tailored suit and tie, I have to admit, I was a little surprised to find out we both shop at the Gap.

Ok, fine. POTUS probably doesn’t binge shop regularly for 1969 broken-in skinny jeans and GapFit long sleeve Motion shirts with the little thumby holes like I do.

However, on Tuesday, March 11, President Obama stopped by one of their Midtown NYC stores to promote a minimum wage campaign that’s designed to inspire business owners to increase the minimum wage for U.S. workers. So he was there. Just like I am often sometimes.

While the President basically posed for photo ops and offered up one-liners for the media, he did manage to pick out a few super-duper conservative pieces for the fam (He refused v-necks for his daughters in case of slippage. I smell a post-presidency teenage rebellion…), including a light blue workout jacket for Michelle and two button-down sweaters for his daughters, one in coral and the other in light pink.

Obama, shopping, Gap, minimum wage

Photo: Pablo Martinez Monsivais, AP

Obama, Gap, minimum wage, economy

Photo: Pablo Martinez Monsivais, AP

So you can pretty much expect all three items to sell out right… about…now.

My favorite part of the whole show?

The relentless salespeople who drive me nuts explaining the benefits of the Gap credit card each and every time I shop there, who refuse to accept my respectful rejection, which usually sounds something like, “Oh, no thank you, but my husband will divorce me if I open another credit card,” apparently had the balls to ask the President of the United States if he wanted to open one too!

His answer? “I’ve got one card. In fact I don’t always carry my wallet. I brought it specially for you.”

Way to stay strong! I bet the APR alone is a killer (I literally have no idea what that means…)

Although I’d never go for it myself, I can’t help but feel a little bad for the checkout clerk. I bet the commission for getting the President of the United States to sign up for a Gap card is huge.

*In honor of the President stimulating the economy at the Gap, I’m sharing my friends and family Gap online discount code that will save you 40% off of your entire Gap purchase–enter FAF40 at checkout. 

See, you shop because you’re saving, the Gap makes money, they hire more workers, they can pay them a higher hourly rate because you shopped, and all is right in the world.

It’s like the Lion King but with clothes, so I like it even more than the movie. And that’s a good movie! 

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A New Job?


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Today I was thinking of the different jobs I could do if I wasn’t driving my kids around all day long. Don’t get me wrong, I absolutely love being a mom, but after braving the winter weather and streets paved with snow, slush and ice, maybe it would be nice if I could be:

The front desk clerk at the Boulders Spa in Carefree, AZ.

I might not make a killing in terms of my salary, but first off, I’d live in Carefree, so I can’t imagine I’d have much stress, and second, my whole job would be to lead people to their spa treatments. Telling people to walk down the hall to an afternoon of massages and flute-y spa music has to be better than circling a neighborhood for 35 minutes in my car, trying to find a parking spot so I can run into a building for 45 seconds just to drop off the kids. I should mention that I just returned from the Boulders, and if you don’t book a trip for yourself, you’re a fool. No, sorry, a DAMN fool. There, I said my peace. Namaste, third eye and all that other relaxing BS.

Performing as Elsa at Disney World.

Or any Disney princess for that matter, except for Pocahontas. No one was looking for her, so I don’t want to be her, but I’d be any of the other really popular princesses. Ok, so I’d have to hug other people’s kids all day long–or night depending on my shift–but that would be ok, because my whole job would be to dress up like a drag queen in full hair and makeup, get my picture taken like a celebrity and have people wait hours and hours to meet me. Would I love that? Um, hello, have you met me? The only thing better in my world would to actually BE a celebrity.

Since I wasn’t smart enough to come up with Über myself, I’ll be an Über driver.

The only thing that sucks about being a carpooling mama is that no one pays me to do it–and having to listen to the Frozen soundtrack over and over and over and over…But those Über dudes know a thing or two about carting people around town. They glide about town in stylish black SUVs that are always totally spotless, unlike my own black SUV that is completely covered in crumbs, tiny toy pieces, ripped up artwork, stickers, and anything else my kids can think to leave in the backseat. And guess what? If someone pukes in an Über car, there’s an additional charge. And guess what? If someone throws up in mine, it’s just tough shit for mommy. And 9 times out of 10, it’s all over mommy, so there’s that too. Yeah, Über is definitely something to consider.

Become an online grocery delivery person.

Hey, I have to the store a few times this week anyway, so again, I might as well make some dough. Actually, I go to a bunch of grocery stores a million times a week anyway, because g-d forbid should I be able to get my family everything it needs in one place. Stop me if this sounds familiar: Our produce and dairy comes from Whole Foods because we only eat organic (wouldn’t want to stunt the kids’ growth) but I can’t get the crappier food from the seemingly healthy store, so it’s off to Jewel or Mariano’s for canned soup, ketchup, maybe some Splenda (OMG, wouldn’t the Whole Foods baggers with the piercing in their cheeks just totally HATE me?!!!) and fishy crackers (whatever, the kids are Jewish and most likely to be short anyway) and then onto the fish market because if it doesn’t come from a fish-specific market we’ll get Jeremy Piven-poisoning and finally, it’s off to the tiny local food shop down the street that has 4 items in it that makes me feel like I’m supporting the neighborhood and that I’ll eventually be able to sell my house because our area will be desirable because I bought $10 bread. So see, I should deliver groceries to people, right?

Those are just a few off the top of my head, but I think for now, I’m going to stick with the mommy thing and freelance writing however I’m definitely considering that Elsa gig…

What would be your ideal job if you had to pick one?

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Blazin’ Up Some ‘Za


Pizza, fast food, individual pizza, chicago pizzaI would love to be able to be a big fast foodie but then I’d literally be a HUGE fast foodie, and I wouldn’t be able to wear the clothes I love and that would suck. I’d rather be a medium-ish fashionista than an extra-large taco poorly-dressed belle. However…

cheese pizza, Chicago pizza, thin crust, healthy pizzaEvery so often, a terrific food fast (instead of fast food) restaurant comes along that I have to try.

It doesn’t mean that it’s unhealthy. Actually, the one that my family and I ate at recently was neither unhealthy, nor derailed my quest to become invisible in the Neiman Marcus mirrors.

It’s called Blaze Pizza on Belmont in Chicago and it’s awesome!

Where else can you get a thin crust pizza with exactly the toppings YOU want on it, with the amount of sauce, as well as the type of sauce, the amount of cheese (as well as the TYPE of cheese), meats, etc., etc. in 180 seconds?

Honestly, I can’t think of much I can get in 180 seconds. It takes 45 minutes to get a no-chip manicure. It takes a lifetime to get psychotherapy (probably 2 lives for the amount I need!) And regardless of how much I say, “please, for the love of all that’s holy, HURRY UP,” it still takes my children at least 15 minutes to get out of the house for school every morning.

So to say that I was excited to see my pizza be prepared and baked in just a couple (and I mean a couple—not an exaggerated Jewish girl’s timeframe) of minutes, it was like being in dinner nirvana for this constantly-trying-to-rush-everything-mom.

I just needed the win, you know?

My kids didn’t even have enough time to ask for their iPads before my husband got to the table with piping hot, individual pies, which we also put down in a matter of minutes.

And I have to give Blaze Pizza major props—they are not all about speed—my pizza tasted delicious too! I had the spicy tomato sauce, which I learned is made with jalapeño peppers and garlic, and mozzarella cheese, which is shaved into ribbons so it lays properly atop the pie (trust me, it makes a difference), as well as mushrooms, black olives, and fresh spinach. Here’s the best part—don’t like my picks? Calm down! You can get yours just how you want it and no sharesies.

spinash pizza, mushroom pizza, fast food, chicago pizza

This was my pick…yum!

Another gold star? They offer vegan, vegetarian, and allergy safe options*, so you’re really going to have to search for a good excuse to skip this place, unless, of course, you simply don’t like pizza, and then, I simply don’t get you.

Oh yeah, and we were told that a typical cheese pizza is approximately 600 calories. Not too shabby for my flabby!

Finally-and this my is by far my favorite part-as you walk down the assembly line, the people who work at Blaze are actually polite. Yes, I’m serious.

They have a company philosophy that is based on being kind to their customers. I know, it’s shocking, but it’s true…they actually value the people who come through their doors. And they actually love regular customers, diverse crowds, kids—everyone and anyone.

And did I mention that they also have s’mores pies? No, I didn’t. Because I’m selfish and I don’t want them to run out before I get back there, so save a few for me. After all, marshmallows are fat free. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it—regardless of what the mirrors at Neimans say.

*Contact Blaze about potential cross-contamination if you have allergy concerns before eating as I am a blogger, not a medical researcher.

Disclosure: I was offered a meal at Blaze, however the opinions and calories are my own. 

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Damn, And I Had Planned To Take Life Lessons From The Bachelor!


Guess I’m gonna to have to keep looking for a new spiritual leader. I was really counting on following the genius that is Juan Pablo–you know, this season’s Bachelor. After all, he’s on TV so he must be smart! But then he opened his mouth and said this…

THE BACHELOR, Juan Pablo Galavis
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The Bachelor’s Juan Pablo Galavis offered a very candid answer when he was asked his thoughts about the possibility of a gay bachelor starring on the ABC hit reality series.

“I respect [gay people], but I honestly don’t think it is a good example for kids to watch that on TV,” the former Venezuelan soccer star told The TV Page on Friday, Jan. 17 at a network party in Pasadena, Calif.

“Obviously people have their husband and wife and kids and that is how we are brought up,” Galavis says in an audio recording. “Now there is fathers having kids and all that, and it is hard for me to understand that too in the sense of a household having peoples. Two parents sleeping in the same bed and the kid going into bed. It is confusing in a sense.”

The single dad to daughter Camilla added that he “respects” gay couples and their desires “to have kids,” as well as they are “more pervert in a sense.”

“They want to be parents,” the first Latino bachelor added. “So it is a scale. Where do you put it on the scale? Where is the thin line to cross or not? You have to respect everybody’s desires and way of living. But it would be too hard for TV.”

In a joint statement, ABC and the show’s producers said: “Juan Pablo’s comments were careless, thoughtless and insensitive, and in no way reflect the views of the network, the show’s producers or studio.”

—Additional reporting by Kristin Dos Santos (Taken from E! Online)

I’ll give him the benefit of the doubt as he did say in a follow up statement that English is his second language, and that he may have used the word “pervert” wrong.

Juan Pablo, I think you’re an asshole. Wait, I may have used the word “asshole” wrong. Nope. No I didn’t.

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I Love A Good Sale, But Does The Gap Really Need MLK Jr. To Sell Jeans?


I’m pretty sure when Martin Luther King, Jr. spoke about his infamous dream, it didn’t have anything to do with up to 50% off on select styles from the Gap. However, this is what I got in my inbox today:

Martin Luther King Jr, Gap, jeans, sale

I can’t say I knew the man, but I’m pretty sure this wasn’t his dream…

Because everyone knows that MLK Jr. was all about great deals on sexy boyfriend jeans and cropped sweaters. I’m just saying…

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My Locks Love Drybar


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drybar, hair style, blowout, long hair

When it comes to my hair, I don’t think I’m very particular.

As long as the stylist knows that I like my bangs straight across instead of to the side, the top done up with lots of volume, and the rest blown out not too curly but not stick straight, I’m about as low maintenance as they come. Yeah, right!

Typically, after I’m done with my short but sweet explanation, I normally end with, “Go ahead and do whatever you want. You’re the expert,” knowing full well that I don’t really mean it.

I’m a woman. I am not required to communicate directly.

But seriously, I have pretty easy hair to style. It’s long, thick and likes romantic walks on the beach. Just kidding, but it does do that beach-y waves thing kind of well. So I’m always astounded when I get a crappy hairdo but it happens all too often.

Therefore, I was a little apprehensive when I went to book an appointment at the newest blowout hotspot in town, but I couldn’t resist the siren song of Drybar in Lincoln Park. Plus, I was feeling super lazy that day.

Here’s the deal. I’m not lying. I’m not exaggerating. I’m not a stockholder.*

I LOVED my hair.

Kylee was my stylist and she did a terrific job. She took her time shampooing my hair, which I usually can’t stand because I hate those bowls, but she massaged my head and neck so well that I could have stayed there forever. Next, she took me to the bar–which is really a bar with salon chairs in place of stools–and detangled my tangles, pinned up my tresses, and went to work.

I can’t tell you what technique Kylee used, and I don’t care, because instead of staring in the mirror, bored out of my mind, Drybar only has flat screens in front of you that play movies. So instead of stressing over each and every stroke of the brush, I spent my time vegging out, drinking coffee (although I was offered a mimosa the minute I walked through the door by the amazing front desk staff!!!), and texting, while someone else made me beautiful.

Does that not sound like heaven?

After making it through the end of The Devil Wears Prada and the beginning of Say Anything (that most of the stylists are too young to have ever seen), Kylee turned me around for the big reveal.

Let’s just say, I’m booking my next appointment soon…but you can judge for yourself:

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My Drybar Hair

So this is just great. It’s only a few days into 2014 and I already have a new addiction.

Drybar does blowouts for $40. Kids under 10 are $28. Drybar is frequented by regulars such as Cindy Crawford, Emma Roberts, Jennifer Love Hewitt, Zooey Deschanel, Julia Roberts, Eliza Dushku, Maria Shriver, Renée Zellweger and Rose McGowan. There are more than 35 locations around the country including Chicago, Los Angeles, New York, San Francisco, Atlanta, Dallas, DC, Scottsdale, DC, and Boston. For more information, go to www.thedrybar.com

*Disclosure: Although I received a free blowout from Drybar, all of the opinions of the service and people in this post are just like my hair–real and my own. 

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The Day Julianne Moore Called Me To Talk About Her New Project: Freckleface Strawberry Dreamtime Playtime


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Julianne Moore and daughter Liv Freundlich
Image by Getty

Last Thursday was pretty major for me. Julianne Moore was launching a new digital app and I had been asked to cover it.

So there I was sitting in my friend’s kitchen, waiting to interview a major movie star over the phone and I’m not going to lie, I was nervous. I certainly wasn’t prepared for Julianne Moore to call my cell directly. So when an unknown number popped up on my phone, I answered it, assuming it would be one of Ms. Moore’s people. However, proving she’s as down-to-earth as I had hoped, this happened…

Me: Hello?

Caller: Hi Jo? It’s Julianne Moore! How are you?

(HOW AM I??? Well, I’m dying because you, amazing Julianne Moore, called me, plain, old Jo Aaron. The mom who just dropped off her two kids at preschool, and is now sitting in a friend’s kitchen, playing on my iPhoto because I forgot to ask for her wi-fi password. I’m worried I’m going to sound like an idiot or ask you a question you won’t like. What if I stupidly call you Demi? Why didn’t I think to use the restroom before the call? I’m also worried about finishing on time because I have to pick up my kids at school because parking over there is tough and it’s freezing today so I don’t want to make them walk too far to get to the car…oh, the stress!)

ME: I’m great! It’s so wonderful to speak with you! Thank you so much for your time…

Turns out, she was impossibly easy to talk to so we chatted about everyday stuff like the freezing cold weather here in Chicago and out in NYC, where Moore lives with her 2 kids and husband; how it’s hard to do the urban commute when the temps drop so low; and that while she was thrilled to win last year’s Golden Globe, she was eager to hop a flight home to NY so she could catch her son’s basketball game.

Of course that last one was more her than me, because I do not have a Golden Globe. On the other hand, I definitely appreciate how important it was to her to be present for her child. After all, good parenting is a universal concept for those of us that believe in it.

Ultimately, we discussed Moore’s new app, Freckleface Strawberry Dreamtime Playtime. It’s the actress and author’s second app based on her best selling Freckleface Strawberry book series. This app is intended for kids 4 and up to help them build their math skills through fun games. The main character is voiced by Moore’s beautiful look-alike 11-year-old daughter, Liv Freundlich, and she does a fantastic job. We talked about whether or not Liv has aspirations of following in her mom’s silver screen footsteps.

“I don’t know, she’s just 11, so she [Liv] has lots of different interests. She takes piano and she sings, and I think she likes acting. She also loves fashion right now, but she’s 11 years old. When I was 11, I wanted to be a museum curator, so not that we always know. But she did such a great job as the voice. She’s so adorable, and approachable, and real as the voice. That’s what I love about it. She’s a real little girl. That’s when they [children] listen—when they know they’re listening to a child, rather than an adult doing a child’s voice,” Moore told me.

She couldn’t have been more correct. My own daughter had a blast playing with the app. Each time she got a correct answer, Freckleface Strawberry (Liv) would say, “superb”, and I could almost image Moore saying it herself.

The Freckleface Strawberry Dreamtime Playtime app is now available at the Apple App Store for iPhone and iPad, iPad Air, iPad Mini for $2.99. I highly recommend trying it out to encourage early math skills for little ones. Plus, Julianne Moore called me on my cell phone…I mean, how cool is that???

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Julianne Moore and her family at her Hollywood Walk of Fame Star Ceremony
Image by Getty

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Playing Dress Up With Jewelry Designer Ippolita


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Ippolita in her 18-carat gold cherish chains and stacked bangles
Image provided by Ippolita

I have a confession: When it comes to jewelry, I have no clue how to bedazzle myself.

There, I said it.

I thought I was fooling everyone with my clothes, shoes and handbags, but a friend pointed out recently that I almost never wear jewelry, and she’s not really wrong.

I have a few pieces that I rotate that I hoped kept it from looking super obvious, because my fashion secret is that I’m bling-bling-challenged.

It’s not that I’m not girly. I’m actually incredibly girly. After all, I love things that sparkle—the shinier the better and the bigger the diamond, the more I believe my husband must really, truly love me (just kidding….a little…) but if bracelets are going to be noisy and bang against my laptop as a type or a necklace is going to make me feeling like I’m being strangled, forget it. I’d rather be dazzle-free.

So you can imagine my mixed feelings when I was invited to come check out the entire Ippolita jewelry collection at Neiman Marcus on Michigan Avenue—with Ippolita herself!

Now, regardless of how I feel about accessories, I love all things fashion, so I was psyched to meet Ippolita, who proved to be as confident and dynamic as her jewelry. First off, her wild, curly hair was pulled back into a ponytail with an enormous black feather holder….something only a woman with a tremendous sense of self, fashion, and someone who doesn’t give a s*&$ about what anyone thinks about her could pull off. She wore it like a proud peacock and looked super cool. I was instantly drawn to her and excited to hear what she had to say.

How can I explain what it’s like to get fashion advice from someone of Ippolita’s caliber? It’s like discussing architecture with Frank Lloyd Wright over drinks or having a meeting about how to publicly embarrass yourself with Donald Trump.

You just don’t get to do things like that. At least, I usually don’t. And since I only had one chance, I figured I’d ask the woman who designed the entire line what three things she would pick for herself to go for day-to-night.

Here are Ippolita’s gems of wisdom:

A comfortable, yet show-stopping necklace. Ippolita’s pick? Her Cherish Chain. The designer takes two of the lightweight 18-carat gold long chains and doubles them up so she can wear them during the day or at night. To add some drama for nighttime, however, she’ll attach them together to make one extremely long necklace, but you can wear them however you want and make the look your own.

Personalized stack of bangles. Even I’ll admit to owning a spectacular stack of Ippolita bracelets in silver, yellow and rose gold that I wear over and over again. I wear them day and night to dress up everything from jeans to cocktail dresses. Fortunately, the designer approves and even suggests curating a collection of bangles in a color, style or shape that is unique to you.

Either a statement ring or earrings. This last one totally depends on what kind of girl you are. For instance, I am not a ring girl because I only wear the rings my husband gave me. The whole cocktail ring thing just isn’t my thing—with the exception of my yellow gold double tube ring by Moxxe Designs that I believe everyone should own. However, I’m a total earring girl and to be honest, if I glammed out anything, it would be by way of my lobes. Therefore, I fell totally head over heels in love with Ippolita’s new Gemma earrings—a chandelier-style earring that is lighter than air and as gorgeous as can be! The bonus? Unlike most chandelier earrings, these babies are just as beautiful from the back as they are in front, so you can actually go ahead and updo without worrying about tacky backings.

So am I a total jewelry convert after my designer encounter? I think like everything else, I need to take baby steps. I will admit that instead of my typical boring studs, I wore a pair of large, sapphire blue drop earrings to a kids’ birthday party on a Sunday morning, in an effort to be a little more daytime fab, so I guess Ippolita rubbed off on me.

Next stop, feathers in my hair!!! For some reason, I don’t think that will shock anyone as much as the daytime jewels…

Here are a few of Ippolita’s stunners that I got to play dress up with at Neimans. Yes, I’m a lucky girl!

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