Stephanie Klein Greek Tragedy

I‘m cranky and tired and don’t feel like adventure, which isn’t like me. Today I went into a Forever 21 inside the Town Center mall, and I found myself letting out a little whine because the Forever 21 here in…

No makeup, dog crate in the background, this isn’t exactly staged for video. But I could use some fashion sense. Because we all know how this goes:
We ransack our closets for “cruise” apparel, replicating celebrity looks or runway runaways,…

One down, only a thousand more little birthday details to go. Oh, how I adore themes. Themes and to-do lists. What else I love today? Gingerbread lattes, Elf, Glee’s Holiday album. Maybe my favorite part of Thanksgiving, aside from the…

I found my peeps in a consignment shop. A Madison Avenue consignment shop, but a used clothes store just the same. And, please. “Vintage” is to “Dried Pitted Plums” as “Pit & Crotch Clothes” is to “Prunes.” Get over it.…

Aside from being breeding grounds for pubic lice and fecal-borne bacteria, bathrooms have become the new Yellow Pages. Beyond the “For a half-decent poke, call Brenda” listings, it’s where you can pick up the best bits of information. From hair…

A mom’s gotta do what a mom’s gotta do. This mom had to peep. Slip into Little Miss’s ballet + tap dance class, through the crack in the blinds. I actually like the dream sequence feel the blinds add to…

I’m obsessed with the South. Moved by it. The "what’s that got to do with the price of butter" sayings, roadkill baked goods, dove hunt dinners, the ironic formality found in such a slow-paced, porch-drunk, June bug of a place.…

A few of my new friends have sworn their lives have changed. They’re not singing the praises of South Beach, Fatkins, or SugarBusters. No talk of cookie diets. Or super colon cleanse rituals. We’re talking about ditching wheat (and barley…