By Nora Zelevansky / January 3rd, 2011



Do you think EVERY January 1rst, we say something like, "Wow, this past year was particularly crazy"?

I'm really not sure.  Perhaps.  I know I am prone to the dramatic.  But, still, it needs to be said: 2010 was a year full of intense ups and downs too.

There were short posts and long posts and then (gasp!) no posts at all.  First class photos, grainy camera phone pictures and sometimes just stolen images from who knows where?  Some days we had clear skin.  Some days we broke out.  We ate fried pickles, sure.  But were they all good?  I can't say that they were.  And the haircuts?  They varied from great to not so good too.  Yes, it was a tumultuous year.

But that's on a more macro level, you know, with major global impact.  Some big up and downs happened in my own life too.  But I'm not superficial enough to get into those.  Let's stick to the important stuff.

ANYWAY, am I foolish in believing that many people had exceptionally good New Years parties this year?  It seems that way.  Normally, I'm just trying to sort of get through New Years without any extended moments stuck outside in freezing cold weather, at a boring ass party or at some new club, where I can't find a seat.  Boo.  Hiss.

This year, The Dreswer and I sang our brains out (thanks to a rented karaoke machine), drank Proseco and ate more meatballs than bear mentioning from Bay Cities – with some old friends, but also some very new ones.  I wore the above Rebecca Minkoff dress, which I can't say is fresh from the shop, but it's still new enough in a comfy kind of way (although it's looking kind of bunched and weird at the waist here).

Well, maybe that's a lesson for the New Year: Make new friends, but keep the old.  One is silver and the other is Rebecca Minkoff.

Either way, I wish you all a Happy Happy Healthy New Year!  May your skin be clear and your fried pickles be crisp.

And may you clean up my cat Mina's puke, as she's sort of bulemic and she just threw up across the room from me yet again all over my nice plastic bins.  Sigh.

xo – N.


By Nora Zelevansky / November 16th, 2009

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This is me.

Yup.  Now that I'm a year older, not only don't my thighs touch, but they're like a foot apart.  I'm also really tall.  And blond.  Also, in this picture, I was having back pain, so that's why I'm standing all crooked and stuff.

Okay, fine.  The jig is up.  The pic is not of me, but I did wear the above Rebecca Minkoff dress to my birthday festivities on Saturday night at Bar Lubitsch.  I absolutely love her bags (and even bought my mother a signature "Morning After" at a small sample sale years ago, where the designer was personally selling her stuff in a friend's living room), but–in the interest of full disclosure–I feel like her apparel can be a little overpriced.

Luckily, I found this baby on major sale at my neighborhood Loemann's, just a couple hours before the (oh so fun!) party, and it soon became one of my lovely birthday presents (thanks, Drewser!).  I never used to do Loehmann's and other discount stores (at least not well) because I hate sorting through massive amounts of stock, but I find the middle and right side of their high-end backroom pretty manageable.  Plus, it's like two feet from my house.

And anything two feet from my house is worth frequenting.  Of course, in this neighborhood full of adorable boutiques and high-end food stores, that's a dangerous proposition.

xo – N.