The Golden Globes-The Worst Dressed

There are two in the "Pale Trend" post that could have made it on this list--Emily Watson and Amy Poehler. But here they are in no particular order.

Julianna Margulies in Naeem Kahn.  Bad fit.  Can't imagine what she was thinking.

Salma Hayek in Gucci.  I really like her.  And I love the ombre hair.  But this just seems tone deaf.  Very Las Vegas strip.

Lea Michele in Marchesa.  She was clearly trying to take a risk or drum up some buzz but its just wrong.   Ugh.

Michelle Williams in Jason Wu.  WHAT?  How could she do this?  The same woman who is capable of making this incredibly exquisite choice made this one here?  How can that possibly be?  Everything about this is just so wrong.  Including the headband.

Emily Deschanel in "I HAVE NO IDEA SHE MAY HAVE SEWN IT HERSELF".  One sleeve is hard to make work and this proves the point. Ugh.  Just ugly. 

Did you have one you thought was a real disaster that I missed?

The Golden Globes-Best Dressed

As I mentioned in my previous post, all of these images are from MSN's Wonderwall.

Best of the Night


I tried to keep my choices to five, but I could only get to six.  These are my favorites.

Kate Winslet in Jenny Packham.  Love the color blocking.  Love the keyhole bodice.  Love the fabric.  Very unfrilly but feminine and strong.

Sofia Vergara in Vera Wang.  Wow.  Just stunning.  The color is unique and and the fit is perfect. 

Evan Rachel Wood in Gucci.  It is so hard to pull of feathers (not literally--you know what I mean).  This is a stunner.  It captures those iridescent black to green to blue tones you see in a feather when you find it. 

Kate Beckinsale in Cavalli.  Okay, I know I bitched about the "pales" in an earlier post, but this is my exception.  I'm allowed one.  The bodice on this is so structured and strong and the bottom is so feminine.  Love the cuffs.  I also note that the pale blush gown just works really well with her coloring.

Jessica Alba in Gucci.  Its just so pretty and in a great color for her.   Solid and firm feeling at the top with that drop back waistline and the beading is lovely.

Helen Mirren in Badgely Mischka.  She's just stunning.  This isn't the best photo of the dress.  That skirt is stunning and it moved so nicely.

Golden Globes-The Pale Trend

I love watching movie and TV award shows.  I never have time to blog about it because...well, I don't have time and its superfluous.  But I'm off work today for MLK and the boys are asleep.

First...a word about standing.  I realize that I never have to get dressed up and parade around and get criticized for how I dress and look.  I'm grateful for that.  But that doesn't disqualify me from being able to comment and criticize.  If your average guy can criticize how the best quarterback in the league just threw a ball, I can criticize Angelina's dress choice.  Its not like they're suddenly going to get up off the couch and walk onto Lambeau Field at game time.

Second...a word about credit.  All of these images are from MSN's Wonderwall.  

There was a flock of pale gowns last night.  A flock.  Though some of these are just lovely, in general, I think they are ill-advised.  Its like a plain old goose wandering into a field full of peacocks.  You just wonder what the heck they are doing there.  Are they lost?  Confused about where they are?  Check them out below.  (Designer noted if I could find it.)

Amy Poehler in Naeem Khan.  Just boring.  Nothing else.

Kristin Wiig in Bill Blass.  Nice structure and shape.  But it disappears. You have to squint to see it.

Emily Watson in Giorgio Armani.  Ugh. Jersey material. Bleh.  Bad shape on her body.  Needs a better bra.

Giuliana Rancic in Basil Soda. Very pretty.  But very...well...pale.

Taissa Farmiga in Vera Wang. Darkest of the pales, but totally unexciting just like her facial expression. 

Katharine McPhee in DKNY. Best of the bunch because its sexy.

Shaileene  Woodley (who is she?) in Marchesa. Bleh.  I can't even see the detailing. 

Piper Perabo in Theory. Okay.  This one is at least interesting.  The material is kind of plastic-y.  It wouldn't work in a dark or bright color so I guess I get it. But its mighty big.  It moved nicely, though.

Sarah Paulson  in Pamella Roland. Bleh.  Boring.

Amanda Peet in Marc Jacobs.  Ugly AND pale.  It looks like a Gunne Sax dress I wore for 8th grade graduation. It does NOTHING for her.

Elle McPherson in Zac Posen  Fun, pretty gown.  But it would have been so much better in a jewel tone.

Julie Bowen in Reem Acra. Just juvenile looking and her hair color looks horrible with it-she needs a toner.  She's so cute but this does nothing for her. 

Rocket Man

Connor started his third season of Giant Basketball last week and had his first game today. His team is the Houston Rockets and they lost. The other team was littler and scrappier. Plus, Connor's team has a bunch of kids who have never played before and who can barely dribble. Its a short league--over in just 6 weeks, but its a small time commitment and basically just a little something to do in the dead of winter.

Connor looks as if he's going to a prize fight.  And Georghe Muresan there on the right is obviously trying to get them to pay attention to something.

Trying to steal the ball from the opponent.

Flying down the court.

In the hunt

Blocking

In the thick of it

Balls

Welcome to the official first post in the category "Things P Says"!

Today at daycare a raucous lunchtime was had by all the teachers because my baby boy was on a quest....a quest for meatballs.

Apparently, the menu changed (I'm sure they communicated this but I pay little attention to things that are not likely to cause immediate injury or death to my offspring.) and the new meatballs were...shall we say...a hit. A big hit. Palmer apparently ate all of his and then began vocalizing a "ba" sound. When this wasn't getting through, he finally completed the grunting word..BALLS. "BALLS! BALLS! BALLS!" He would not be denied. He stalked the table like a hungry big cat stalks the high grass. He was so angry and relentless that the teachers went to the other classrooms for leftovers to give him.

I can see them tossing him over the fence to the angry toddler, can't you?

Packing Heat

Second child syndrome to the max. I would have been APPALLED at the thought of my baby Connor running around with an automatic weapon. Palmer---he's packing heat and it seems totally normal. He can't be the only kid in the bushes without a weapon.

Don't Say That

A few days before the holidays I ran into the office for two hours or so and Connor came with me. He was great. He played quietly on his iPod while I cleared out some emails and did one conference call. Barely a peep from him. Forgot he was there. At some point in a phone conversation I was talking to someone about communicating a fairly complex regulatory issue to a large number of field sales personnel. No disrespect to them, but I mentioned that I use as my barometer whether the communication I'm writing could be understood by a third-grader. They're busy. They have short attention spans. So, I said "you need to talk to them like you're talking to a third-grader so that they'll understand it." There was a third-grader in the room. I'd forgotten. A few moments later this note was quietly shoved in my face between my nose an my monitor. It was unceremoniously dropped and the author stomped out of the office and down the hall to the lavatory. My bad. My big bad. I had alot of 'splaining to do, as Ricky Ricardo would say. He forgave me. We're over it now. :)