It's that time of year again. A time for friends and family to reconnect. A time for spiced egg nog and Secret Santa gift exchanges. A time for half naked supermodel angels to prance around in holiday themed lingerie making women everywhere regret that second helping of turkey on Thanksgiving.

The glamour is back with the 2008 Victoria's Secret Fashion Show. All of the girl's bodies we love to hate will be there: Adriana Lima, the no belly button wonder Karolina Kurkova and Miss Auf Weidersen herslef, Heidi Klum. Guys will drool, teen boys will drool even more, and women will calculate their Body Mass Indexes.

This year, the fashion show takes place in my neck of the woods - the good old MIA at my old stomping ground The Fountainbleau Hotel with the vocal stylings of Usher serenading the models of perfection as they do their little turns on the catwalk.

I'll be tuned in. I was a Victoria's Secret employee back in the day and still have a soft spot for sparkly push up bras...but deep down I'll be secretly hoping one of them trips.

So if you're into giant wings with no sides of stuffing, tune in to CBS tonight at 10pm eastern. If not, you'll probably be better off watching the quick fire challenge on Top Chef.

As Heidi would say, "You're either in or you're out."

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It is my belief that a girl can never have too many shoes, bags, girlfriends, or champagne bottles in her fridge.

The girlfriends we need for the sisterhood, the comfort, the shoulders to cry on, the same sized jeans, and the PMS commiseraters. The shoes and bags we need for work, for play, for status, for pulling together an otherwise drab ensemble and for hundreds of other reasons men will never fully understand.

...and the champagne we need for the mimosas.

I've got the girlfriend department well covered, now I'm moving on to the accessories. Conveniently, I can kill two shopping sprees with one stone and find designer shoes and handbags all in one hot spot - Online Shoes.com

Offering a smattering of holiday specials, I filled my shopping bags with bags o' plenty from totes to buckets, clutches to satchels. A few of my faves? This Hobo International slouchy Straw Jacklyn bag marked down to $199.99, the oh so marvelous Maple Ginnie clutch for $129.99, and who could resist Jessica Simpson's Pearl Tote for $79.99?

Oh yeah, did I mention the free shipping and $20 off any $100 purchase?

Now onto the shoes...and the liquor store. I'm gonna need some bubbly to celebrate.

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...any questions?

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It's better to Thanksgive than to receive, so give thanks this holiday for all of your many blessings...

Thank you and god bless us everyone.

Have a lovely holiday weekend, and may your turkey be stuffed as well as Martha's.

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Black Friday is sixty-four hours away and counting. I along with millions of other brave shopaholics will brave the malls and fight to the death in order to acquire gifts for the people we love.

To most, Black Friday is a tradition to look forward to every year. Black Friday virtuosos are probably already outfitted with protective armor, fanny packs, coupons and flame throwers...

If you're a Black Friday virgin attempting your very first excursion, here are a few tips that might keep you alive and kicking.

Ten Tips for surviving Black Friday...

1. Eat first. Enjoy a nutritious meal before you go into battle, you don't want to pass out from lack of sustenance when you have to fight a caravan of soccer moms for the Holy Grail of Christmas gifts.

10. If you do get apprehended by Mall security, feign an epileptic attack.

We'll talk about Shopping the Day after Christmas later...

May the shopping force be with you.

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Why is Ashlee Simpson jumping for joy?

1. She's going to get that slamming figure back.

2. She and hubby Pete Wentz just welcomed their own miniature fall out boy into the world, Bronx Mowgli Wentz (No comment). Bronx weighed in at 7 lbs, 11 oz and was reported to be playing air guitar with his umbilical cord while lip synching to one of Mom's songs during delivery.

Congrats Pete and Ash!! Hope Bronx likes his onesies!

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If you haven't yet caught wind of the pop culture phenomenon that is Twilight, Stephenie Meyer's ode to young vampire love, it's only a matter of time before you're bitten. The first installment of the four book series enjoys it's big screen debut this Friday, and the lines are forming as I type.

If you thought Brad Pitt and Tom Cruise were bloody hot in Anne Rice's "Interview with the Vampire", you haven't met Edward Cullen. The haunted seventeen year old going on one hundred and eight is God's gift to women, tween girls and quite a few homosexual dudes.

A coven of fans will be out to enjoy the Twilight this weekend. This blog's for them.

Edward Cullen and his lady love Isabella Swan keep each other warm in the cold, wet town of Forks Washington, but I'm outfitting them with some his and her outerwear all the same. A Batman Leather Jacket from Leather Coats etc. for Mr. Cullen (tee hee) and a Solid Toggle Jacket from Alloy for Ms. Swan. I'm throwing in some extra strength Whitening Gum to keep Bella's smile as dazzling as Edward's, and Waterproof SPF 30 Sunscreen because Ed has rather sensitive skin...

I'm also gifting Bella with special edition sets of The Lost Boys and Buffy the Vampire Slayer from Columbia House DVD Club...just in case the Cullens get crazy.

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The People have spoken. Hugh Jackman is the sexiest man alive according to People Magazine...

and me.

I love Hugh you. I mean, I love you Hugh.

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Hi Caprilee,

Thanx,
Maggie

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Hi Mags!

Thanks for your question. I'm sure there are plenty of ladies out there in cyberland pondering over what they should wear for the big holiday dinner with the in-laws, new beau's fam, second cousins thrice removed, etc.

I say - First, do some investigative research. Ask your boyfriend how his family usually dresses during the holidays. If they eat turkey on paper plates in shorts and t-shirts around the flat screen, then it's obviously a pretty casual affair- but don't let that be an invitation to wear sweats and a sports bra. You're a special guest this year, so they might just up the ante and dress a little more traditionally in your honor. Odds are it won't be a black tie affair since there will be home cooking and gravy involved, so I would put casually elegant at the top of the menu.

If you wear jeans make sure they're dark, boot cut and not too low slung (you don't want to give Grandpa an eyeful of coin slot if you bend over to pick up a napkin). Pair it with a nice blouse that's a step up from your everyday tee.

If you're more of a dress girl, leave the taffeta and lace at home and choose something that doesn't attract a Iot of attention. You don't want to outdo the audacious Aunt Mae. Keep the majority of your yams covered with a skirt that falls slightly above or at the knee and a bodice that leaves your bosom properly concealed, and don't forget your bra...you don't need your guy's fam to notice when your turkeys are done.

I myself will probably go the safe route with something along the lines of this sweeter-than-a-sweet-potato Sweater Dress from dELiA*s.

Dear Lord,

Amen,
Caprilee

Having a fashion dilemma or crisis?

Need to know what top goes with what bottom?

Don't go it alone. Ask Caprilee!

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prostidude (noun) [pros-ti-dood, pros-ti-dyood]: 1. A man excessively concerned with his clothes, grooming, and manners, but acts like he's not. 2. The term most commonly used to describe a man whore.

John Mayer is a prostidude.

Hold up John Mayer fans, don't hurl insults into my comment box just yet. I mean it as a compliment. We all know that John Mayer gets lots o' women...high profile women at that. His wonderland of bodies include Jennifer Love Hewitt, Minka Kelly, Cameron Diaz, Jessica Simpson and most recently, our favorite Friend Jennifer Aniston (by the way guys, congrats on the twins! a pair of onesies are already en route compliments of Let's Talk Style).

He gets a lot of A list action, and loves every minute of it. I'm here to let you dudes know, it doesn't take much to prostidude yourself like John.

1. First, you've gotta tame the hair. Use an organic product like John's Olive Soy Hair Mask from Garden Botanika, and the girls will swoon thanks to your shiny mane and minimal breakage.

2. Prostitudes usually sport a clean, close shave. The better to kiss high maintenance actresses with. Use a high quality Shave Brush like this one from Caswell-Massey and slather on that shaving cream to reveal a baby face she can't resist.

3. We're dealing with the visuals here, but don't forget her other senses. My suspicions tell me that our boy John has a secret weapon in his beauty arsenal -Obsession Cologne. Hit up Fragrance.Net.com for the Calvin Klein classic that makes John smell irresistible while explaining his womens' obsessive behavior.

4. Good jeans will travel. It doesn't really matter what you've got going on on top, as long as you have some beaten up designer denims like these Ed Hardy 5 pocket Jeans from Dr. Jays.

If these items don't give you prized prostitdude status, my theory is wrong.

It could just be the pheromones.

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The newest James Bond installment opens tonight - Quantum of Solace, and while guys are drooling over Agent 007's hi-tech spy gadgets, cars and the newest Bond girl, I'll be drooling over the clothes. I love a sharp dressed man, and Daniel Craig fills his predeccessor's Hugo Boss shoes nicely. On a scale of 1-10, I give him a double oh seven.

It's Friday night, date night. Make it an affair to remember. Grab your guy, get dressed to the nines in outfits Moneypenny would approve of and head to the movies to see Mr. Craig resurrect Bond...James Bond. I'm liking this Black Wool Dinner Suit from Charles Tyrwhitt for him and this sexy Red Dress from Carabella for her. You'll feel all fancy schmancy, and moviegoers will think you've just come from the opera.

Just don't get any popcorn butter on the clothes. That would be a double oh no-no.

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Christmas is a mere six weeks away. Time to start making out those wish lists...

I want to kiss these cutie patootie booties under the mistletoe for $350.

Got that Santa?

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Happy Birthday to you,
Happy Birthday to you,
I want your entire wardrobe
your shoes and hand-bags too.

This is the 2nd blog I've written about Anne this week, so she must be special. From the Princess Diaries to the Devil and Prada, we've seen this girl blossom before our eyes into a budding style icon. Today, with only 26 years under her skinny belt, we know we're in for decades of smart outfits and classic looks.

Happy Bday Anne!

p.s. Sorry about your ex.

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I have this picture of me when I was three, bundled up in an Eskimo coat smiling like a crazy kid with my baby teeth chattering, a toddler Nanook of the North if you will. I often wonder if that fur circling my face was real or faux. If that fur had been real, would my three year old self be doused with red paint today by extreme animal rights activists?

I'm guessing it wasn't real. Why would Mom waste money on a real fur lined coat for a three year old girl who would ever so stylishly grow out of it in a month or two? Not to mention all the snot I'd probably get on it.

As the weather continues to cool, loads and loads of fur coats are coming out to brave the harsh winter and the even harsher folks from the People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals organization, better known as PETA.

Fur coats used to serve as symbols of status and decadence in days of old. There was no better way to show off and tell your neighbors "Hey, I'm so rich I wear animals". Then it was diamonds and furs, today it's sunglasses, shoes and handbags that relay images of wealth. Interesting how times have changed, although diamonds are still pretty schnazzy.

Personally, I don't get the real fur thing. Besides adding lots of bulk, why would you want to wear the fur of a helpless creature when there are just as many amazing faux fur designs that feel and look just as luxurious? If you don't believe me, check out Fabulous-Furs- the authorities on guilt free fur. You'll be bound to find a cool fur accented piece of outerwear, fur sure.

Before I get any comments requesting I post that three year old Eskimo photo, don't bother.

It ain't happening.

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