Sweater Weather

Shireen Sandoval, Shireens Favorite Things, Fashion blog, sweater weather, winter, cold, stylist, koko and palenki, shoes, wsvn, deco drive, photoshoot

Shireen Sandoval, Shireens Favorite Things, Fashion blog, sweater weather, winter, cold, stylist, koko and palenki, shoes, wsvn, deco drive, photoshoot

Shireen Sandoval, Shireens Favorite Things, Fashion blog, sweater weather, winter, cold, stylist, koko and palenki, shoes, wsvn, deco drive, photoshoot

Shireen Sandoval, Shireens Favorite Things, Fashion blog, sweater weather, winter, cold, stylist, koko and palenki, shoes, wsvn, deco drive, photoshoot

Shireen Sandoval, Shireens Favorite Things, Fashion blog, sweater weather, winter, cold, stylist, koko and palenki, shoes, wsvn, deco drive, photoshoot

Shireen Sandoval, Shireens Favorite Things, Fashion blog, sweater weather, winter, cold, stylist, koko and palenki, shoes, wsvn, deco drive, photoshoot

“She’s my person. If I murdered someone, she’s the person I’d call to help me drag the corpse across the floor.” I absolutely love that quote from the television show, “Grey’s Anatomy,” and it’s exactly how I feel about my stylist, Shari Bloch. 

She’s my person. The one I’d call if I got arrested in the middle of the night; she’d style my mug shot with ease and then bail me out of jail. She’s the one I’d depend on if I had to flee the country at a moment’s notice with nothing to wear. She’d insist on pulling looks for my life on the lam and remind me to always buy quality and classic as she kissed me goodbye. 

She’s the Thelma to my Louise and if I were ever to drive my car off a cliff (like they did in the movie,) she’s the one I would want in my passenger seat, holding my hand, screaming, laughing, crying and seeing me out of this world as well-dressed as possible. It wasn’t always that way, though. 

When I first came to Miami as a young entertainment reporter, I struggled to fashionably fit in and felt very self-conscious, even inadequate at times. Especially as I started to frequent Los Angeles and New York City for my job. My clothes were cute, but conservative and nothing special. My style was, well, to be totally honest, I’m not sure that I had one, but it wasn’t from lack of trying.

I spent a lot of time roaming around the Aventura Mall and local boutiques perplexed on how to harness the sex appeal of South Florida fashions, but at the same time, balance and blend them with the class and sophistication that the movers and shakers of Hollywood and Manhattan expected. That’s how I met Shari… 

I bumped into her at an upscale boutique where she was working at the time and I fell in love with her immediately. She was affable, fun-loving and full of light and love. What’s more, she knew her fashion and was incredibly astute. She noticed something about me that NO ONE ever notices. I’m related to someone incredibly famous and there’s a very subtle clue about me that gives it away. Shari caught on immediately, but had the class and decency enough not to mention it in a room full of people. 

Read the rest of “Sweater Weather” at www.wsvn.com or shop the look at www.kokopalenki.com. Remember, if it makes you happy, wear it!

A Fringe Frenzy

A Fringe Fenzy

A Fringe Fenzy

A Fringe Fenzy

A Fringe Fenzy

I hung up the phone and let out the most agonizing groan. I knew I was being overly dramatic, but when I agreed to go to a vodka launch party with one of my BFF’s, I didn’t know it was actually a “white party,” too. Ugh, I hated white parties. Matter-of-fact, I hated any type of party that forced my hand in fashion.

Despite living in South Florida, I have this hard and steadfast rule about white: I only wear it when I’m getting married and since I’d already trudged down the aisle twice, I’d pretty much retired it from my closet. I called my date to break the white wearing news. He groaned out-load, too. Mind you, I had only received the dress code confirmation a few hours prior to the party.

With less than two hours to shower (because I had just jogged on the beach path behind my house) and shop, I only owned the two white aforementioned unwearable wedding dresses. I found myself in a major fashion pickle; one that I was bound and determined to free myself from. After all, how hard could it be to find a fabulous white dress in Miami?

I drove like a bat out of hell (with my seatbelt on) to several beautiful little boutiques. Nothing. I called my stylist who dresses me for Deco Drive; she was out of town. I called a reliable vintage store; the lady who answered laughed at me and quipped sarcastically: “You want a white dress for when?” I hung up my cell phone with the realization that I was royally screwed. So…

Read the rest of my “A Fringe Frenzy” fashion article at www.wsvn.com or to shop the look go to www.koreboutique.com www.kokopalenki.com www.MYCACouture.com.

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