There are three types of people in fashion: clothing people, shoe people, and jewelry people. This is exactly what I thought up until about five days ago. Sure, I’ve always loved jewelry and shoes–I mean, what girl doesn’t–but when it comes down to it, I have always chosen to spend my money on clothing. For weeks now, maybe even months, I have been eyeing this quickly trending “Arm Party.” I fell in love. I decided that I should finally join in on this so I made my first investment on some absolutely adorable Kara Ackerman evil-eye bracelets in a variety of different colors. And for that, I truly commend myself! Not only are these vibrant beads fun and easy to wear (because they go with literally EVERYTHING), but they’re also affordable! Each one was only $17! And with every save, a girl simply must spend. So for my splurge, I decided to buy myself an “early birthday gift”: my absolute-favorite Alexander McQueen ring. The only thing justifying the purchase is that it was slightly on sale. I also recently bought three pairs of vintage earrings because vintage is just oh-so-divine, especially when it comes to jewels! I found all three of these marvelous earrings on a very reasonable and very well-managed Etsy shop (http://www.etsy.com/shop/TheVintageBombshell). The woman behind the masterpiece, Selena, is so sweet and very accommodating. Here are a few photos of my proud additions to my jewelry box:
After hearing years of talk, praise, and controversy over AMC’s hit show ‘Mad Men,’ both from my father and the rest of the world, I decided to test out an episode or two. I thought, ‘hey, I might as well since it’s free on Netflix.’ I am now proud to say that I have made it half way through season four. I started watching the show two weeks ago. Every season has thirteen or so episodes, each lasting around 50 minutes. I’m no mathematician, but that’s a hell of a lot of time spent watching a TV show, especially for someone who rarely watches anything other than old Audrey Hepburn and Marilyn Monroe films! For the select few who are unfamiliar with the incredible series, it takes place in New York in the 1960’s and features the men (and woman) of a well-known advertising agency. I believe it is the individual characters, themselves, that make this show so very enticing. I mean, Don Draper–who wouldn’t want to be seduced by that oh-so-deliciously alluring man? And his wife, Betty–well, she makes being a housewife look good! The show has made me want to take up everything from smoking to alcoholism to promiscuity. I must admit, though, it was the clothing that played a rather large part in my decision to take up the show so it came as no surprise to me when I fell in love with them all. In fact, I may be more fond of the wardrobe than I am of the actual show! All in all, it is a fantastic, well-made, and well-casted series, and it’s sure as hell better than Jersey Shore or whatever other silly reality shows are on TV.
Today, I went on a little adventure. And to where might this adventure have been? Well, to the largest home in America, of course. The Biltmore Estate, in Asheville NC, was, at one point, home to one of the wealthiest families of their time: the Vanderbilts. For some of you, this name may be as familiar to you as it was to me. Maybe you recognize it from a high school U.S. History class. Perhaps, you’ve seen it on a train. Or maybe you know it from visiting the enormous property, yourself! And for those of you who are not versed in the Vanderbilt Empire, here are a few quick factoids. The fortune began with Cornelius Vanderbilt. He made much of his early money in shipping and eventually built the railroad empire that, during the 19th century, made him one of the wealthiest men in the world. George Vanderbilt, the grandson of Cornelius, was initially left 100 million dollars when his father and grandfather passed. By the time George himself faced his heyday, he had doubled the Vanderbilt fortune. A greater accomplishment of George’s, however, was his 125,000 acre get-away in North Carolina. Living in the hustle and bustle of New York City was a bit wearing and over-whelming for George and his wife, Edith, so they decided to built the 250 room home as a small country house. Today, the Biltmore Estate remains the largest privately-owned home in the United States and is one of the most prominent buildings of the Gilded Age. Believe me when I say that it is well-worth the drive, as is the scrumptious ice cream–and sorbet, in my case–at the end of the visit. I think I can safely say ’twas a very successful day!
Hello, world! Oh, where to begin? Quite frankly, I find typical introductions to be incredibly rudimentary and boring. And so, with that in mind, I refuse to merely tell you my name, my hobbies, and two or three of my interests. Rather, I would like to show to you, my beloved readers, the real, true, and uncovered me.
Hi! I’m Gabby Shacknai. I enjoy nicknames like Gabs, Gabbers, Shacky Kattacky…really anything but Gabe. Why, you ask, would anyone ever address me with such horrid and repulsive sounding syllables? Well, in all honesty, it is all my parents’ fault. You see, they made the crucial and unforgivable mistake of naming me Gabriele. Guess they must have overlooked the years and years of being called by a boy’s name that I have consequently faced. It’s “the French spelling,” as my dad so surely claims. Whatever, French my ass.
I digress! So a bit more about me: Well, you’ll find out soon enough, if you haven’t already, so it’s probably best if I just come out and say it. I suffer from a rare (particularly among Americans) case of the Grammatical Nazi epidemic. It’s bad. It’s, in fact, so bad that I have willingly sacrificed quite a few friendships because of it. And the worst part? It’s not contagious. Oh, well! I suppose I can just do my best to infect the world one grammatical mess at a time!
Wow, I could write for hours–perhaps even days! I guess that will be all for now. I won’t bore you with the ever-so interesting details that make Gabby Shacknai Gabby Shacknai. Enjoy my blog, and please let me know what you think, but remember to use perfect grammar in doing so. I will judge you if you do not. Alright, ta ta for now!