Because I Was Meant For This...

Season 2 of Gossip Girl came out on DVD just a couple of days ago, and my non-parenting hours have been spent glued to the TV, devouring each new-to-me episode. I am not ashamed to admit this, because what Beverly Hills, 90201 was to my generation (Class of 1993, represent!), Gossip Girl is to teens of today. And by "teens of today," I clearly mean adults over the age of 25, or more specifically, married gals who are aged 34.

Seriously. Have you seen Gossip Girl? It makes 90210 look like Romper Room.

So yeah...it's a nighttime soap for adults (and I guess teens watch, too), and I got suckered in a couple of months ago when I watched the entire first season in 1 weekend. My husband and girls were gone, so it was just me and the chips & salsa...and Chuck Bass. Y'all know I love the bad boys, and Chuck is probably one of my favorite naughty fellas of all time.

He just said something totally tacky here. Guaranteed. 'Cause he's Chuck Bass.

Gossip Girl is filled with witty dialogue...sexy snark, quick come-backs...all wrapped up in a peek into the lives of Park Avenue's uber wealthy families. It also features some pretty incredible music in each episode. (Alexandra Patsavas, I feel you...I get you...I love your work as GG's music supervisor. But girl, what happened with the Twilight soundtrack? Shudder. Please redeem yourself with New Moon's music. I'm still fasting and praying. Amen.) Yet what I really love the most about Gossip Girl is the fashion.

Each episode is like a walking, talking version of Vogue or Elle. It's pure escapism. I love Chanel and Chloe and Marc Jacobs and Marchesa. I'll most likely never wear these designers myself...well, except for Chanel. Dude, I will own me some Chanel one day. It's my life's goal.

So I live vicariously through the gals of Gossip Girl. Most especially, through one Blair Waldorf:

This creation made me want to hunt down my vampire boyfriend,

(Alexander Skarsgard, thankyouverymuch!)

while channeling my inner Roxie Hart.

It's dark, it's delicious, it's flirty, it's retro...and I want it.

Sans the headband.

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I gasped.

I audibly gasped when Blair wore this frock mid-way through Season 1.

It's like a contemporary version of

Grace Kelly & Audrey Hepburn, all in one gown.

Pretty much my dream come true.

Le sigh...

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I love her lace tights...her prim, sailor-esque dress,

the blouson sleeves, and that grey coat.

I just love me some Blair.

And I want her entire closet.

That is all.

The end.

Now if you will excuse me, I still have over half a season of deliciousness to enjoy. Oh, and would somebody please nominate the show's stylist/wardrobe person for an Emmy? He/She deserves a mantle full of trophies for such visual delights.

p.s. For some silly reason, Lauren (one of my favorite people in the world) felt I should guest post over at her place. I hated to lame up her blog. Regardless, I'm hanging there today. Please stop by and tell Lauren hello. And look at how utterly fabulous she is:

That's my Lauren...giving Blair Waldorf a run for her money.