I admit, I am partial. Not only do I know the woman in these photos, Tara, I also know Staci, the woman who took these photos.
I never pay retail for anything (unless it’s from an independent designer, because we have to support the little guys) and I always hold out for what I love. Image: Thinkstock.
When I help people clean out their wardrobes, the items I come across that hang in the back closet never seeing the light of day are usually pieces purchased in a frenzy — out of necessity instead of joy.
Word on the street is that a certain blond bombshell is bringing some swag on her 70th birthday.
Anger gets a bad rap. Tune out the bullshit.