<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326287995019788935</id><updated>2008-05-06T08:29:30.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Chicago Girl</title><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thechicagogirl.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326287995019788935/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thechicagogirl.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326287995019788935/posts/default'/><author><name>The Chicago Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12828778497914401859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>70</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326287995019788935.post-574274057038323433</id><published>2008-05-06T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T08:29:30.829-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chicago shopping'/><title type='text'>Nordstrom Rack Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 125px 0px 0px 64px; width: 620px; margin-left: 6px;"&gt; &lt;div style="float: left; width: 66px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://content.nordstrom.com/images/store/content/pub/ourstores/nordstrom_rack/images/event_buttons/may6_white.gif" alt="May 6th" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="padding: 6px 0px 0px 16px; float: left; width: 400px;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Here's a shopping tip-off for today: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tag Sale, Nordstrom Rack&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look for the red dots on select items&lt;br /&gt;throughout the store for extra savings—&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;take 25-60% off the last marked price.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Keep an eye out for more regular&lt;br /&gt;blog entries in the near future!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Subscribe to The Chicago Girl&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thechicagogirl.com/2008/05/nordstrom-rack-today.html' title='Nordstrom Rack Today'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6326287995019788935&amp;postID=574274057038323433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thechicagogirl.com/feeds/574274057038323433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326287995019788935/posts/default/574274057038323433'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326287995019788935/posts/default/574274057038323433'/><author><name>The Chicago Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12828778497914401859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326287995019788935.post-4410785616015275298</id><published>2008-04-08T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T11:00:51.370-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='express new line'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celia birtwell for express'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celia birtwell'/><title type='text'>Finally, Express Gains Some Momentum</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XuYRX7nNW8o/R_uxaOPk2uI/AAAAAAAAAQI/iY-uOX5Nns4/s1600-h/main_image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XuYRX7nNW8o/R_uxaOPk2uI/AAAAAAAAAQI/iY-uOX5Nns4/s200/main_image.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186934459905399522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually rush to Express for a few trendy pieces, but their Spring collection left me speeding out of the store.  Thankfully, Express British bohemian designer Celia Birtwell brings Express up to speed.  My favorite piece  is her Volume  Sleeve Dress for $128. Still, the problems with mass-designed clothing lines are that everyone has it and it's not all that cheap.  On the other hand, if you can wear it and own it, then you can make it your own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.expressfashion.com/celiabirtwell/index.jsp?utm_source=em&amp;amp;utm_medium=Sum1%231&amp;amp;utm_content=main_link&amp;amp;utm_campaign=webftr_celia"&gt;View The Collection&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Subscribe to The Chicago Girl&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thechicagogirl.com/2008/04/finally-express-gains-some-momentum.html' title='Finally, Express Gains Some Momentum'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6326287995019788935&amp;postID=4410785616015275298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thechicagogirl.com/feeds/4410785616015275298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326287995019788935/posts/default/4410785616015275298'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326287995019788935/posts/default/4410785616015275298'/><author><name>The Chicago Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12828778497914401859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326287995019788935.post-190492731713829848</id><published>2008-04-01T09:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T13:02:42.257-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='barbra walters special'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quality of life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='live to be 150'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='live longer'/><title type='text'>Tuck Ever-Lasting Longer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XuYRX7nNW8o/R_JqqOPk2sI/AAAAAAAAAP4/QKwvxUHxjdE/s1600-h/world%27s+oldest+woman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XuYRX7nNW8o/R_JqqOPk2sI/AAAAAAAAAP4/QKwvxUHxjdE/s200/world%27s+oldest+woman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184323394667338434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jeanne Calmet holds the record for world's longest lifespan at 122 years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(1875-1997)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/February_21" title="February 21"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Americans seem to be fascinated with the prospect of living a longer life.  Perhaps it's because science could bring biblical character's centennial-plus lifespans into a feasible reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barbra Walter's  special, "Live To Be 150", which airs tonight explores just that.&lt;br /&gt;I imagine that Barbra Walters will investigate how living a quality life&lt;br /&gt;and a longer life are two interchangeable factors.  But the part of the quest of quantity that irks me is the extreme measures people will go to extend their lifespan and the oversight of the quality of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For instance, there has been research involving whether an extremely limited diet might prolong a lifespan. There's still no hard evidence it does. (See "&lt;a href="http://abcnews.go.com/Health/Diet/story?id=1804962&amp;amp;page=1"&gt;Starve Yourself Live Longer&lt;/a&gt;.")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while I am a supporter of emerging science that could make 40 the new 20; I still can't comprehend why outrunning the Reaper for longer makes you more admirable.  See Michael Kinsley of The New Yorker's humorous take on the subject: "&lt;a href="http://www.newyorker.com/reporting/2008/04/07/080407fa_fact_kinsley"&gt;Mine Is Longer Than Yours&lt;/a&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should exercise, temper bad habits, and eat well enough to sustain our lifestyle, but even if we have the potential  to 150 in the future; we're still a mere speck in the scheme of things.  So relax, enjoy and eat that cupcake with the butter-cream frosting.  There's no reason to deprive ourselves of a quality life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Subscribe to The Chicago Girl&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thechicagogirl.com/2008/04/tuck-ever-lasting-longer.html' title='Tuck Ever-Lasting Longer'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6326287995019788935&amp;postID=190492731713829848' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thechicagogirl.com/feeds/190492731713829848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326287995019788935/posts/default/190492731713829848'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326287995019788935/posts/default/190492731713829848'/><author><name>The Chicago Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12828778497914401859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326287995019788935.post-3920383127638759600</id><published>2008-03-31T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T11:32:39.317-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spring trend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colorblocking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='color block dress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spring fashion'/><title type='text'>A Spring Dress With Flex</title><content type='html'>I realized upon recent inspection of my closet that my Spring wardrobe screams less chic and more Salvation Army.   I'm one of those keep-them-just-in-case kind of gals, but a series of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;stretched&lt;/span&gt;-out cotton tank tops from middle school just won't cut it anymore.   That's the sad truth.   It's time to revise.  My goal is to add a few &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;versatile&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;more&lt;/span&gt; grown-up pieces like this one from New York &amp;amp; Company to my wardrobe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XuYRX7nNW8o/R_EsqOPk2pI/AAAAAAAAAPg/eeX7w0D-aM8/s1600-h/colorblock+shift+dress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XuYRX7nNW8o/R_EsqOPk2pI/AAAAAAAAAPg/eeX7w0D-aM8/s320/colorblock+shift+dress.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183973749969705618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nyandcompany.com/nyco/browse/product_detail_with_picker.jsp?productId=prod410064&amp;amp;parentId=cat60010&amp;amp;subcatId=cat450006"&gt;$54.95 New York &amp;amp; Co. City Style Colorblock Shift Dress&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Subscribe to The Chicago Girl&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thechicagogirl.com/2008/03/spring-dress-with-flex.html' title='A Spring Dress With Flex'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6326287995019788935&amp;postID=3920383127638759600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thechicagogirl.com/feeds/3920383127638759600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326287995019788935/posts/default/3920383127638759600'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326287995019788935/posts/default/3920383127638759600'/><author><name>The Chicago Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12828778497914401859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326287995019788935.post-9142163687610021443</id><published>2008-03-28T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T10:44:56.364-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jewelry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stephanie simek'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unique jewelry'/><title type='text'>Stephanie Simek Strikes Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Just try to make sense of 25-year-old Stephanie Simek’s world.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Rererato, t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;he Portland-based art/music space she shares with her man, Adam Keller sounds as wacky and interesting as the exhibits they feature.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Take, “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Spaghetti: A Rhinestone Studded Suburban Dream.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But if you can't make it to Portland, you can still experience Simek's equally interesting wearable art here in Chicago (1951 W. Division, &lt;a href="http://www.habitchicago.com./"&gt;www.habitchicago.com.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://habitatchicago.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Simek has added a new piece to her collection and it's just as eye-catching as her eyelash necklace.  The centerpiece is a delicate pearlized Turbo Cinereus shell filled with a silver powder that sprinkles a dusting on the wearer's chest when tapped.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XuYRX7nNW8o/R-07uuPk2nI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/f5tF2hCyomc/s1600-h/il_430xN.22815834.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XuYRX7nNW8o/R-07uuPk2nI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/f5tF2hCyomc/s320/il_430xN.22815834.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182864420046690930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; $95&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://stephaniesimek.com/wearables/index.htm"&gt;www.StephanieSimek.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shooting The Breeze With Simek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;TCG:&lt;/span&gt; How do you come up with ideas for your pieces?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;SS:&lt;/span&gt; I like thinking about materials, all kinds of them and, how to they can be worn.  I collect materials and then sometimes later they take the form of jewelry or adornment. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;TCG: &lt;/span&gt;When did you start designing jewelry?  When did your work start catching on?&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;SS:&lt;/span&gt; I started this line in the summer and things have been going pretty good from the start.  I think because they are somewhat unusual, they've been getting some attention.    &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;TCG:&lt;/span&gt; Would you say you have sort of a cult following for your jewelry?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;SS:&lt;/span&gt; I'm not sure about that, but I am very pleased that even though I am based in the U.S., more than half of my sales come from other countries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Simek's Projects:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hellobabybird.com/"&gt;Hello Baby Bird&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rererato.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Rer-what-oh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Subscribe to The Chicago Girl&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thechicagogirl.com/2008/03/stephanie-simek-strikes-again.html' title='Stephanie Simek Strikes Again'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6326287995019788935&amp;postID=9142163687610021443' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thechicagogirl.com/feeds/9142163687610021443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326287995019788935/posts/default/9142163687610021443'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326287995019788935/posts/default/9142163687610021443'/><author><name>The Chicago Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12828778497914401859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326287995019788935.post-8162307751240025465</id><published>2008-03-28T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T09:18:33.074-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='walgreens clothes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion no-nos'/><title type='text'>Walgreen's DUDS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XuYRX7nNW8o/R-0Y-uPk2lI/AAAAAAAAAPA/CJm1kPP7zPk/s1600-h/2008_3_27.womens.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XuYRX7nNW8o/R-0Y-uPk2lI/AAAAAAAAAPA/CJm1kPP7zPk/s320/2008_3_27.womens.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182826212017625682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walgreens wants you to done their new duds.  The problem is that their "clothing line" really is a dud.   The Casual Gear line is cheap, but if Walgreens thinks they're marketing anything other then pajamas, then they've really woken up on the wrong side of the bed.  Stick to what you know best Walgreens--condoms and candy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Subscribe to The Chicago Girl&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thechicagogirl.com/2008/03/walgreens-duds.html' title='Walgreen&apos;s DUDS'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6326287995019788935&amp;postID=8162307751240025465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thechicagogirl.com/feeds/8162307751240025465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326287995019788935/posts/default/8162307751240025465'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326287995019788935/posts/default/8162307751240025465'/><author><name>The Chicago Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12828778497914401859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326287995019788935.post-6423328574596955170</id><published>2008-03-21T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T13:04:22.736-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chicago art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='artist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contemporary art'/><title type='text'>Clean And Simple Charactures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XuYRX7nNW8o/R-QTX-Pk2kI/AAAAAAAAAO4/Sdy9dlwQMlw/s1600-h/bundled+mustard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XuYRX7nNW8o/R-QTX-Pk2kI/AAAAAAAAAO4/Sdy9dlwQMlw/s320/bundled+mustard.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180286773949160002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The subjects of her art are dreamlike caricatures drawn with clean lines, sprinkled with a touch whimsy and a Japanese anime flair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicago artist  &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=5084568"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Laura George&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; attaches simple themes to each of her drawings.  The result is an image that conveys a singular thought and expresses that thought in a clever and upfront manner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Subscribe to The Chicago Girl&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thechicagogirl.com/2008/03/clean-and-simple-charactures.html' title='Clean And Simple Charactures'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6326287995019788935&amp;postID=6423328574596955170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thechicagogirl.com/feeds/6423328574596955170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326287995019788935/posts/default/6423328574596955170'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326287995019788935/posts/default/6423328574596955170'/><author><name>The Chicago Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12828778497914401859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326287995019788935.post-3115943153463593351</id><published>2008-03-21T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T09:38:11.424-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='man sells life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='odd news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strange news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a life for sale'/><title type='text'>Rebirth: A New Life In Perth?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XuYRX7nNW8o/R-PjlOPk2jI/AAAAAAAAAOw/DH31yYiudY0/s1600-h/20080318172009990044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XuYRX7nNW8o/R-PjlOPk2jI/AAAAAAAAAOw/DH31yYiudY0/s200/20080318172009990044.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180234225024293426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Is it curiosity, a question of identity or an innate existential desire to wonder what it would be like to be someone else?  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;What if you gave up your job, friends, hobbies, and home to a stranger and left town with only your wallet and a sense of wanderlust?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;One man in Perth is doing just that.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After divorcing his wife a year ago, his home that was meant for two started to feel like an itchy wool  that had to come off.  He’s aching to throw it aside and start new so he’s selling his life on EBay, seriously.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The winner is expected to bid roughly $500,000 for everything from his skydiving equipment, car, big screen TV to his job and introduction to his friends.&lt;/p&gt;Bidding takes place on June 22.  Check out his website: &lt;a href="http://www.alife4sale.com/"&gt;A Life For Sale.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Subscribe to The Chicago Girl&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thechicagogirl.com/2008/03/rebirth-new-life-in-perth.html' title='Rebirth: A New Life In Perth?'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6326287995019788935&amp;postID=3115943153463593351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thechicagogirl.com/feeds/3115943153463593351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326287995019788935/posts/default/3115943153463593351'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326287995019788935/posts/default/3115943153463593351'/><author><name>The Chicago Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12828778497914401859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326287995019788935.post-7166461377493197741</id><published>2008-03-20T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T12:29:48.647-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chicago author'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Lady Inside The Red Diary</title><content type='html'>Read The Red:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.redleatherdiary.com/"&gt;The Red Leather Diary&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;Release Date: April 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XuYRX7nNW8o/R-K5S-Pk2iI/AAAAAAAAAOo/Pwm6fDUfui4/s1600-h/16diary.large1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XuYRX7nNW8o/R-K5S-Pk2iI/AAAAAAAAAOo/Pwm6fDUfui4/s200/16diary.large1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179906257026603554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span class="e"&gt;Born and raised in Chicago, 26-year-old writer, Lily Koppel began her career doing celebrity reporting, going on to cover the aftermath of Hurricane Katrina, and eventually creating her own beat covering the hidden characters of old New York.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span class="e"&gt;But it was the story that Koppel found in an old diary in the dumpster outside her apartment building that bridged the gap between her reporting  and personal life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The diary follows the life of a young woman through 1929 to 1934 whose candid accounts range from sexual curiosity, a love of Baudelaire to horseback riding in Central park.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span class="e"&gt;Koppel immediately identifies with the author in her self-consciousness, love of the arts, and free-spirited nature so much so that she hires a private detective to find the author with the only clue the inscription on the frontispiece being—"This book belongs to …Florence Wolfson." &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span class="e"&gt;From there, Koppel and Wolfson begin an unlikely friendship that gives new life and perspective to both. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Subscribe to The Chicago Girl&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thechicagogirl.com/2008/03/lady-inside-red-diary.html' title='Lady Inside The Red Diary'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6326287995019788935&amp;postID=7166461377493197741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thechicagogirl.com/feeds/7166461377493197741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326287995019788935/posts/default/7166461377493197741'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326287995019788935/posts/default/7166461377493197741'/><author><name>The Chicago Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12828778497914401859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326287995019788935.post-2543376995684550273</id><published>2008-03-19T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T14:56:20.343-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toast of the town'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wine tasting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wine event'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chicago wine tasting'/><title type='text'>Raise A Glass To The Winos With Class</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;I See Wine In Your Future &amp;amp; Lots Of It&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wineenthusiast.com/E/details.asp?Ep=An/0//A/21831&amp;amp;uid=021A669B%2D37B5%2D4194%2D8E7D%2D63CCB59166D3"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wine enthusiast heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether a snob or wine gringo, you can find a Pinot Grigio or learn some vino lingo at The Toast Of The Town at The Field Museum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring your buds (taste buds &amp;amp; your posse) to the May 1 event.  Over 500 wines and spirits will be paired (what cute couples) with food from some of the city's hottest restaurants.  Tickets are pricey at $95 a pop, but you can save $10/ticket if you're bringing a crowd of over 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'mon, I'm giving you enough notice to start saving.  Besides, you really don't need these.  They look ridiculous on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XuYRX7nNW8o/R-GLIOPk2gI/AAAAAAAAAOY/5DrtT05U3Q0/s1600-h/_5598637.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XuYRX7nNW8o/R-GLIOPk2gI/AAAAAAAAAOY/5DrtT05U3Q0/s200/_5598637.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179574019831421442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Please email your events to melissa.a.talon@gmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Subscribe to The Chicago Girl&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thechicagogirl.com/2008/03/raise-glass-to-winos-with-class.html' title='Raise A Glass To The Winos With Class'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6326287995019788935&amp;postID=2543376995684550273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thechicagogirl.com/feeds/2543376995684550273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326287995019788935/posts/default/2543376995684550273'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326287995019788935/posts/default/2543376995684550273'/><author><name>The Chicago Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12828778497914401859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326287995019788935.post-6356871467175154889</id><published>2008-03-17T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T14:39:43.500-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chicago'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nordstrom rack'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spring fashion'/><title type='text'>This Chicago Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XuYRX7nNW8o/R97jdqVwFeI/AAAAAAAAAOA/9KWevCirR4w/s1600-h/grocery+tote.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XuYRX7nNW8o/R97jdqVwFeI/AAAAAAAAAOA/9KWevCirR4w/s320/grocery+tote.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178826720243881442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This Chicago Girl Went To Market:&lt;/span&gt; I have been on the hunt for a grocery tote bag that's trendy and functional.  This is it. &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=9690210"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;TT Collections&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XuYRX7nNW8o/R97ji6VwFfI/AAAAAAAAAOI/kOCLdArTLhM/s1600-h/bedding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XuYRX7nNW8o/R97ji6VwFfI/AAAAAAAAAOI/kOCLdArTLhM/s320/bedding.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178826810438194674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This Chicago Girl Stayed Home:&lt;/span&gt; I need new bedding, desperately.  This set from &lt;a href="http://www.overstock.com/"&gt;Overstock.com&lt;/a&gt; just might make the cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This Chicago Girl Went To:&lt;/span&gt; Nordstrom Rack gets a new shipment in on tomorrow.   It's  too early for any decent Spring sales, but now is a good time to scope out what you want to buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a Beef with TCG?  Let's settle it on Mr. Beef Blvd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XuYRX7nNW8o/R97khKVwFgI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/NJVHusppYQg/s1600-h/3289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XuYRX7nNW8o/R97khKVwFgI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/NJVHusppYQg/s200/3289.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178827879885051394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Subscribe to The Chicago Girl&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thechicagogirl.com/2008/03/this-chicago-girl.html' title='This Chicago Girl'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6326287995019788935&amp;postID=6356871467175154889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thechicagogirl.com/feeds/6356871467175154889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326287995019788935/posts/default/6356871467175154889'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326287995019788935/posts/default/6356871467175154889'/><author><name>The Chicago Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12828778497914401859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326287995019788935.post-3753238582818971463</id><published>2008-02-28T07:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T07:36:10.557-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trench coat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spring fashion'/><title type='text'>In The Trenches</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XuYRX7nNW8o/R8bR5N69YEI/AAAAAAAAANs/DDw9ICIAius/s1600-h/tuffled+trench.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XuYRX7nNW8o/R8bR5N69YEI/AAAAAAAAANs/DDw9ICIAius/s320/tuffled+trench.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172052003001294914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jcrew.com/catalog/product.jhtml?id=prod90815201&amp;amp;catId=cat290130"&gt;J. Crew's&lt;/a&gt; ruffled trench coat is adorable and if you have $250 to spend on your Spring wardrobe, it's certainly a staple item.   I'm going to look for a trench coat for for less money, but I still want one that makes a bold statement on its own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep accessories minimal and pair it with skinny pants, heels, and a big pair of glasses.  You'll feel like a chick right out of a 1940s Film Noir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Subscribe to The Chicago Girl&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thechicagogirl.com/2008/02/in-trenches.html' title='In The Trenches'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6326287995019788935&amp;postID=3753238582818971463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thechicagogirl.com/feeds/3753238582818971463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326287995019788935/posts/default/3753238582818971463'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326287995019788935/posts/default/3753238582818971463'/><author><name>The Chicago Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12828778497914401859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326287995019788935.post-6715933308794218298</id><published>2008-02-28T07:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T07:14:01.943-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='artist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='local artist'/><title type='text'>Defining Her Art</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XuYRX7nNW8o/R8bPCN69YDI/AAAAAAAAANk/HVxB-BvlcIw/s1600-h/products+exploit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XuYRX7nNW8o/R8bPCN69YDI/AAAAAAAAANk/HVxB-BvlcIw/s400/products+exploit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172048859085234226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/lauraprentice/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Artist: Laura Prentice&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;The Student&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The largest defining factor of my overall work is that I am currently an art student.  I hope that I will always be a student, learning in one sense of another, but right now, I have classes that me to make tons of art.  Sometimes I'm making so much art that I just make a lot of bad art or a lot of mediocre art that doesn't mean anything.  I guess at this point I'm still learning and "finding my song" as I like to call it so anything out is good.  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Her Passion&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I would not really consider myself any "ist" titles.  I was born with passion and ability to make art, and I seriously consider art my voice in the world.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have a huge burden for under-served children, ignorant people, the city, and bad Christians.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;How it started&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I was born making art.  My dad is a graphic designer/ illustrator and I used to wake my dad up on Saturdays at 4 a.m. as a preschooler draw pictures with me.  My parents were always encouraging my artistic side (probably as soon as they learned how much I sucked at peewee soccer) and that has made a great impact upon my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;The process&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My process usually involves an idea, dilemma, or something that I'm thinking about fairly frequently.  The best art that I make comes from an idea mulling in my brain for a few weeks until I can't do anything but make it.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; In that way I'm tortured.  Often, I let the work go where it wants to and over time it evolves into some kind of finished state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Subscribe to The Chicago Girl&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thechicagogirl.com/2008/02/defining-her-art.html' title='Defining Her Art'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6326287995019788935&amp;postID=6715933308794218298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thechicagogirl.com/feeds/6715933308794218298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326287995019788935/posts/default/6715933308794218298'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326287995019788935/posts/default/6715933308794218298'/><author><name>The Chicago Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12828778497914401859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326287995019788935.post-4683617449464253255</id><published>2008-02-27T13:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T14:40:19.267-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Routine Comforts</title><content type='html'>Inertia kept me in bed for those few extra minutes after the alarm sounded this morning.  It's during that time that we just want to cocoon ourselves in blankets and call in sick to work.  We want to escape routine.  We need a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this morning, I was struck by the ordinary.  It could be the most ordinary part of a day--flossing, getting dressed, taking the train to work, but you really don't notice the ordinary until it's out of place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While walking to work this morning, someone caught my attention.  She's there every day handing out newspapers in the Pedway.  "Good morning everyone, Happy Wednesday."  Tomorrow she'll be there handing out newspapers saying, "Good morning everyone, Happy Thursday."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing is, I have never really taken much notice of her before.  I would really only notice her sing-songy voice in its absence.  I just figure that so long as I take the same route to work, she'll always be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks ago, I took a seemingly ordinary trip back to Detroit to  see my family.  I was not expecting to  find out about a serious sickness in the family.  No one ever expects bad news.  No one wants to cope with the possibility of losing someone, but we do expect and take for granted the ordinary.  We do expect to call home to talk about our ordinary day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when someone we always expect to be there is no longer there, then what?  Tomorrow when I wake up, brush my teeth, get dressed, and make my way to work, I'm looking forward to passing by the woman handing out newspapers proclaiming "Happy Thursday."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Subscribe to The Chicago Girl&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thechicagogirl.com/2008/02/routine-comforts.html' title='Routine Comforts'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6326287995019788935&amp;postID=4683617449464253255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thechicagogirl.com/feeds/4683617449464253255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326287995019788935/posts/default/4683617449464253255'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326287995019788935/posts/default/4683617449464253255'/><author><name>The Chicago Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12828778497914401859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326287995019788935.post-4584890724053067026</id><published>2008-02-14T12:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T12:53:42.907-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='valentine&apos;s day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='valentines day'/><title type='text'>Apple Of My Eye</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XuYRX7nNW8o/R7SqUt69YAI/AAAAAAAAANM/14VqtbPf_6k/s1600-h/pink%2Beye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XuYRX7nNW8o/R7SqUt69YAI/AAAAAAAAANM/14VqtbPf_6k/s200/pink%2Beye.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166941945401794562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Call it a a day to celebrate your love, a Hallmark holiday, Singles Awareness Day, or just plain old Valentine's Day.  However you slice it, there's no avoiding red, white, and pink today. But for me, there may be some avoiding of pink.   Today I opened my email to receive a message from my boyfriend: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Roses Are Red Violets Are Blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I Have Pink Eye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;No More Dinner For Two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;OK, so that didn't happen.  It was more like this: Ring, ring ring.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Hey!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Heeey, Happy Valentine's Day."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"You too."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Yeah, so I have pink eye."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Seriously, wow that sucks."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"We could still go to dinner."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"I don't know, isn't pink eye really contagious?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Yeah, maaaaan.  OK, I'll talk to you after you get your special package in the mail."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Here's how I SEE it.  We shouldn't be pressured to make Valentine's Day incredible or rush to speed select a date.  If you're in a relationship, just make sure your lova knows that you care about them.  If you're single, take a long bubble bath, send yourself a Valentine, go out with some friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Just know that sometimes Cupid hits you with an arrow in the heart, sometimes the eye.  But  tomorrow's a new day filled with all new &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eye-deas&lt;/span&gt; and opportunities.  And &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eye&lt;/span&gt; for one, can't wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Subscribe to The Chicago Girl&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thechicagogirl.com/2008/02/apple-of-my-eye.html' title='Apple Of My Eye'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6326287995019788935&amp;postID=4584890724053067026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thechicagogirl.com/feeds/4584890724053067026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326287995019788935/posts/default/4584890724053067026'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326287995019788935/posts/default/4584890724053067026'/><author><name>The Chicago Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12828778497914401859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326287995019788935.post-7976042479762339344</id><published>2008-01-31T19:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T20:20:16.761-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photographer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chicago photographs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chicago photographer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chicago pictures'/><title type='text'>New Photographer, New Exposure</title><content type='html'>A year ago, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/melfindlay"&gt;Melissa Findlay&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;went to the &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1201836732_1"&gt;Henry Doorly Zoo&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1201836732_2"&gt;Omaha, Nebraska&lt;/span&gt; to take pictures. "It was then that I knew this what I wanted to do, no matter the cost." After moving to &lt;span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1201836732_3"&gt;Chicago&lt;/span&gt;, she began shooting more and more frequently...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XuYRX7nNW8o/R6S1po0dXVI/AAAAAAAAAM0/KAKpxQldzd0/s1600-h/Pink+Metra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XuYRX7nNW8o/R6S1po0dXVI/AAAAAAAAAM0/KAKpxQldzd0/s320/Pink+Metra.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162450799810141522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shots of the city&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XuYRX7nNW8o/R6S2So0dXXI/AAAAAAAAANE/P0dRsurlahI/s1600-h/Perception.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XuYRX7nNW8o/R6S2So0dXXI/AAAAAAAAANE/P0dRsurlahI/s320/Perception.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162451504184778098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XuYRX7nNW8o/R6S1wI0dXWI/AAAAAAAAAM8/b7DK6vYAtjE/s1600-h/Take+my+picture-.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XuYRX7nNW8o/R6S1wI0dXWI/AAAAAAAAAM8/b7DK6vYAtjE/s320/Take+my+picture-.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162450911479291234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was walking with her camera one day and this guy just asked to have his picture taken.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Subscribe to The Chicago Girl&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thechicagogirl.com/2008/01/new-photographer-new-exposure.html' title='New Photographer, New Exposure'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6326287995019788935&amp;postID=7976042479762339344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thechicagogirl.com/feeds/7976042479762339344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326287995019788935/posts/default/7976042479762339344'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326287995019788935/posts/default/7976042479762339344'/><author><name>The Chicago Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12828778497914401859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326287995019788935.post-5972624151593250973</id><published>2008-01-28T08:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T14:05:17.234-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='designer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion designer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><title type='text'>Hello Dolly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XuYRX7nNW8o/R54F240dXSI/AAAAAAAAAMc/4BTg-s-b8zM/s1600-h/Pearl-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XuYRX7nNW8o/R54F240dXSI/AAAAAAAAAMc/4BTg-s-b8zM/s320/Pearl-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160568663536655650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;T&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;atyana Merenyuk’s designs are, as the name of her line &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.reddollbytm.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;reddo&lt;/span&gt;ll&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;suggests, reminiscent of the miniature petticoats and frilly doll dresses of her girlhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But while she wants to,”make all ladies look like beautiful dolls,” her first concern is making clothes that are flattering, wearable, and comfortable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Tatyana’s fascination with fashion began as was a child in Kiev, Ukraine.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Her mother was a seamstress and fashion icon.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Growing up, she made all Tatyana and her sisters’ clothes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Tatyana’s clothing line blends elements of her childhood with the artistry of movies, costumes, culture, and history.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now living in Chicago, she draws inspiration from people with personal she sees on the street.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“I love Chicago.  It’s truly an amazing city with super nice people and unique style.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;On Etsy: &lt;a href="http://www=2eetsy=2ecom/shop=2Ephp=3Fuser=5Fid=3D5146469"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;reddoll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;And oh what a frill!  Tatya designs custom-made dresses in addition to her clothing line.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Subscribe to The Chicago Girl&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thechicagogirl.com/2008/01/hello-dolly.html' title='Hello Dolly'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6326287995019788935&amp;postID=5972624151593250973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thechicagogirl.com/feeds/5972624151593250973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326287995019788935/posts/default/5972624151593250973'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326287995019788935/posts/default/5972624151593250973'/><author><name>The Chicago Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12828778497914401859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326287995019788935.post-6931893982940720229</id><published>2008-01-25T12:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T12:08:31.175-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='designer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='handbag'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='purse'/><title type='text'>V-Day Overload?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XuYRX7nNW8o/R5pBYY0dXPI/AAAAAAAAAME/-WifNVtMZZc/s1600-h/il_430xN.11826000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XuYRX7nNW8o/R5pBYY0dXPI/AAAAAAAAAME/-WifNVtMZZc/s200/il_430xN.11826000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159508210341469426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XuYRX7nNW8o/R5pBbY0dXQI/AAAAAAAAAMM/QJwD6nISjes/s1600-h/il_430xN.11826176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XuYRX7nNW8o/R5pBbY0dXQI/AAAAAAAAAMM/QJwD6nISjes/s200/il_430xN.11826176.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159508261881076994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XuYRX7nNW8o/R5pBYY0dXPI/AAAAAAAAAME/-WifNVtMZZc/s1600-h/il_430xN.11826000.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, it's another V-Day item, but I could not resist this bag by &lt;a href="http://www.mabelhandbags.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;MABel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  As Chi-Town designer Jessica Miller-Webster says, she "designs all her bags with personality.  Who needs clothes?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Subscribe to The Chicago Girl&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thechicagogirl.com/2008/01/v-day-overload.html' title='V-Day Overload?'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6326287995019788935&amp;postID=6931893982940720229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thechicagogirl.com/feeds/6931893982940720229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326287995019788935/posts/default/6931893982940720229'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326287995019788935/posts/default/6931893982940720229'/><author><name>The Chicago Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12828778497914401859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326287995019788935.post-407797788506842903</id><published>2008-01-25T07:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T07:58:11.726-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='valentines day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='womens clothing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clothing'/><title type='text'>She Wears Her Heart On Her Sleeve</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XuYRX7nNW8o/R5oEv40dXOI/AAAAAAAAAL8/5lw2JZPvwpA/s1600-h/il_430xN.17960365.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XuYRX7nNW8o/R5oEv40dXOI/AAAAAAAAAL8/5lw2JZPvwpA/s320/il_430xN.17960365.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159441543859100898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's got the candle-lit dinner and night full of surprises planned.  You've got, well, nothing to wear.   Bless Cupid's little heart for Chicago's own &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.spiderlilyclothing.com/"&gt;Spiderlily Clothing&lt;/a&gt; line just in time for&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; Valentine's Day&lt;/span&gt;.  Spiderlily proposes wearing your heart on your sleeve or neckline for your V-Day soiree.   I adore the purple heart  shirt.  It's just so dainty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Subscribe to The Chicago Girl&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thechicagogirl.com/2008/01/she-wears-her-heart-on-her-sleeve.html' title='She Wears Her Heart On Her Sleeve'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6326287995019788935&amp;postID=407797788506842903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thechicagogirl.com/feeds/407797788506842903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326287995019788935/posts/default/407797788506842903'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326287995019788935/posts/default/407797788506842903'/><author><name>The Chicago Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12828778497914401859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326287995019788935.post-1847185605515427660</id><published>2008-01-24T10:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T11:05:17.332-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chicago deli'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jewish deli'/><title type='text'>In The Barren Deli Chicagoland, I Miss Steve's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XuYRX7nNW8o/R5jgF40dXMI/AAAAAAAAALs/VcF1nUaCxLk/s1600-h/about_photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XuYRX7nNW8o/R5jgF40dXMI/AAAAAAAAALs/VcF1nUaCxLk/s200/about_photo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159119764909284546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stevesdeli.com/home/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Steve's Deli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When I first moved from Detroit to Chicago, one of my first questions was: “Where are the good delis?” &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;My question was promptly followed by the answer: “There are none.” &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Really? &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;There must be a few.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There are a lot of Jews in Chicago.” &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Nope, no good delis.” &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I tried Eppy’s— horrible.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;The Bagel in Lakeview was decent, but a deli calls for more than decent.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It calls for, well, the kind of reaction Meg Ryan had at Katz’s in When Harry Met Sally.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Seriously, I’m asking for a damn good corned beef sandwich.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But I’m not expecting a Second Avenue Deli or a Katz’s, I’m asking for well, Steve’s.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Steve’s is easily the best deli in Detroit and soon-to-be the best in Chicago. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When my younger sister heard that Steve’s was opening up in Chicago, I was elated.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Their website listed the new Chicago location across from the East Bank Club so I decided to check it out one day.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Not open.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was a sad day.&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Metromix says their target open date is late February to early March, but for Jews, take that target opening date and bump it back at least a month.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So until then, I will wait not-so patiently for Steve’s Deli to show Chicago what real Jewish deli food tastes like.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Subscribe to The Chicago Girl&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thechicagogirl.com/2008/01/in-barren-deli-chicagoland-i-miss.html' title='In The Barren Deli Chicagoland, I Miss Steve&apos;s'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6326287995019788935&amp;postID=1847185605515427660' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thechicagogirl.com/feeds/1847185605515427660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326287995019788935/posts/default/1847185605515427660'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326287995019788935/posts/default/1847185605515427660'/><author><name>The Chicago Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12828778497914401859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326287995019788935.post-6250717524880704688</id><published>2008-01-23T09:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T10:06:57.728-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='artist gallery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contemporary artist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='artist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contemporary art'/><title type='text'>Nature vs. Industry: A Rising Artist's Canvas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XuYRX7nNW8o/R5eCMo0dXLI/AAAAAAAAALk/1mi2WfjE16c/s1600-h/Candyland+Sanctuary_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_XuYRX7nNW8o/R5eCMo0dXLI/AAAAAAAAALk/1mi2WfjE16c/s320/Candyland+Sanctuary_edited-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158735051803679922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amandasears.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chicago Painter: Amanda Sears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TCG:&lt;/span&gt; Your pieces are all very different, but still have a certain cohesiveness.  Is that on purpose?  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;AS:&lt;/span&gt; The building blocks of my work; lace-like patterns, typography, texture are always encouraging me to explore ideas in different ways, but I never really think about the "cohesiveness" of my work. I just paint whatever is currently inspiring me. I suppose I go through phases using certain patterns, colors, or techniques, but I rarely intentionally create them as a series.&lt;br /&gt;                                                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;TCG:&lt;/span&gt; Why are you drawn to the contrast between nature and industry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;AS:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love the raw, edgy feel of industrial design. It's slick &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; gritty, but there is something that inherently warns you to keep your distance. It can feel dangerous. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Nature is this beautiful organic flow; warm, inviting, very alive, but it dies and there's something about decomposition that I find beautiful. I think of industry being this modern, steely, glamorous monster, but if it is not maintained nature will irrevocably take it over or break it down. I don't know if it is so much a contrast between the two that I try to express as much as it is allowing them to live together in a peaceful way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;TCG:&lt;/span&gt; How do you think your perception of your own work is different form your audience's perception? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;AS:&lt;/span&gt; All anyone can ever be completely sure of is their own perception. All I know is where my inspiration might come from and how satisfied I am with the result of that expression. Once my process is finished, the viewer's begins and their perception is all that matters. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I think a lot of the art world has lost sight of that and waits for other people to tell them what to think is important.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Subscribe to The Chicago Girl&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thechicagogirl.com/2008/01/nature-vs-industry-rising-artists.html' title='Nature vs. Industry: A Rising Artist&apos;s Canvas'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6326287995019788935&amp;postID=6250717524880704688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thechicagogirl.com/feeds/6250717524880704688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326287995019788935/posts/default/6250717524880704688'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326287995019788935/posts/default/6250717524880704688'/><author><name>The Chicago Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12828778497914401859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326287995019788935.post-2123842620579827497</id><published>2008-01-22T20:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T20:46:49.690-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='illustrator'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chicago illustrator'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chicago'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><title type='text'>The Boy Short Of It</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XuYRX7nNW8o/R5bFro0dXGI/AAAAAAAAAK8/yMHtkA_VgmI/s1600-h/underwear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XuYRX7nNW8o/R5bFro0dXGI/AAAAAAAAAK8/yMHtkA_VgmI/s400/underwear.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158527776681974882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Chi-Town artist &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://journalofillustratedscience.blogspot.com"&gt;Sharon Parmet &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;designed this illustration for TCG blog.  And boy oh boy, it doesn't come short. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Subscribe to The Chicago Girl&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thechicagogirl.com/2008/01/boy-short-of-it.html' title='The Boy Short Of It'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6326287995019788935&amp;postID=2123842620579827497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thechicagogirl.com/feeds/2123842620579827497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326287995019788935/posts/default/2123842620579827497'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326287995019788935/posts/default/2123842620579827497'/><author><name>The Chicago Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12828778497914401859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326287995019788935.post-3834485367723281056</id><published>2008-01-22T20:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T20:31:59.058-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chicago art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='artist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chicago artist'/><title type='text'>Art In The Everyday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/traditionology"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Artist: Mike Dewar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://the-darkmoogle.deviantart.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;On Deviant Art&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XuYRX7nNW8o/R5bB1I0dXDI/AAAAAAAAAKk/ZXZzsHmllM4/s1600-h/number_thirteen_by_the_darkmoogle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_XuYRX7nNW8o/R5bB1I0dXDI/AAAAAAAAAKk/ZXZzsHmllM4/s400/number_thirteen_by_the_darkmoogle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158523541844220978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Number 13&lt;/span&gt; more or less grew out of a scrap heap of photos.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;While going through pictures to find intriguing things to mix, I kept finding&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;small moments within them that seemed worth saving. When I went back&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;through the pile, I found there was a sort of story already formed - a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;story about those little lost moments spent waiting for the L to take&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;you home, or work, or into the arms of loved ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XuYRX7nNW8o/R5bB_Y0dXEI/AAAAAAAAAKs/MjqY-8CLwHs/s1600-h/red_line____by_the_darkmoogle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_XuYRX7nNW8o/R5bB_Y0dXEI/AAAAAAAAAKs/MjqY-8CLwHs/s320/red_line____by_the_darkmoogle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158523717937880130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Red Line: &lt;/span&gt;One day I went down to the subway to get on the Red Line. The train came, I got on, and sat down.   Lost in thought or a song or looking at something interesting,  the train started moving.  I felt a breeze and thought, "Wow,someone left the window open in the winter! That's a dick move." It took a second or two to realize that the subway's windows don't go&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;down, and that in fact, the window I was sitting next to was nothing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;more than a gaping hole devoid of glass.  I waited until we stopped then stuck my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;camera out the window. Click. Some people ride that subway several times&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;a day, but who really knows what it looks like between the train and the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;walls?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Subscribe to The Chicago Girl&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thechicagogirl.com/2008/01/art-in-everyday.html' title='Art In The Everyday'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6326287995019788935&amp;postID=3834485367723281056' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thechicagogirl.com/feeds/3834485367723281056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326287995019788935/posts/default/3834485367723281056'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326287995019788935/posts/default/3834485367723281056'/><author><name>The Chicago Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12828778497914401859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326287995019788935.post-6878190108808297775</id><published>2008-01-22T14:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T10:10:43.291-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='french specialty food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='french specialty store'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='french food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chicago event'/><title type='text'>Cuckoo For Coq Au Vin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XuYRX7nNW8o/R5ZvyYFuowI/AAAAAAAAAKU/L_3sRxR-xdI/s1600-h/6_coq_au_vin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XuYRX7nNW8o/R5ZvyYFuowI/AAAAAAAAAKU/L_3sRxR-xdI/s200/6_coq_au_vin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158433334450103042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chicago's first French specialty store, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Coq Au Vin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; is opening today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satiate that craving for saucisson (so zis saison) and cheer up your palate with a free wine and cheese tasting.  Coq Au Vin means rooster in wine in French and The Chicago Girl is hoping this hen-picked event will be somewhere where you can feather your nest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cook-au-vin.com/"&gt;Coq Au Vin Grand Opening&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Time:  &lt;/b&gt;7:00 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Location:&lt;/b&gt;  2256 N Elston Ave Chicago 60614 &lt;a href="http://www.cook-au-vin.com/legal/company.html"&gt;(see map)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ress code:&lt;/b&gt;  Casual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Subscribe to The Chicago Girl&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thechicagogirl.com/2008/01/cuckoo-for-coq-au-vin.html' title='Cuckoo For Coq Au Vin'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6326287995019788935&amp;postID=6878190108808297775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thechicagogirl.com/feeds/6878190108808297775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326287995019788935/posts/default/6878190108808297775'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326287995019788935/posts/default/6878190108808297775'/><author><name>The Chicago Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12828778497914401859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6326287995019788935.post-2761692147752500570</id><published>2008-01-22T09:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T10:11:28.713-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='how to become cultured'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='culture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='become cultured'/><title type='text'>Five Ways To Feign Being Cultured</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;1) Talk about that incredible Ethiopian restaurant you ate at last night. The wat was to die for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;2) Recount your last trip to Italy (even if you've never been.) Find out the best places to stay on Fodors.com and talk about your stay at The d'Inghilterra. Throw in a few Italian sayings now and then. "Niente di nuovo sotto il sole!" Then follow up with: "That means, there's nothing new under the sun. The Italians in the little villa I stayed in love that saying."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;3) Say you play squash, but if anyone asks you for a game say you injured yourself in the British Open. Still, you don't regret that day because you made it to the semi-finals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;4) Your prep school was so prestigious, you're sure they haven't heard of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;5) Subscribe to a few contemporary art blogs and tell everyone about up-and-coming artists. You own their paintings and they're going to be worth millions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ghinmeca.com/"&gt;Global Index Directory&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.clarib.com/"&gt;Clarib Web Directory&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Subscribe to The Chicago Girl&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.thechicagogirl.com/2008/01/five-ways-to-feign-being-cultured.html' title='Five Ways To Feign Being Cultured'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6326287995019788935&amp;postID=2761692147752500570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.thechicagogirl.com/feeds/2761692147752500570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326287995019788935/posts/default/2761692147752500570'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6326287995019788935/posts/default/2761692147752500570'/><author><name>The Chicago Girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12828778497914401859</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author></entry></feed>