Archive for October, 2009


Cheap and Sweet: Dessert for Lunch
October 15th, 2009 | 1 Comment

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For a minute it seems Boston is the new Hollywood, and we spent the morning chasing Jon Hamm and Ben Affleck around Beantown. We bike to stay in shape and keep our wallets full, but we bitches on a budget were exhausted and in desperate need of a sugar and caffeine infusion. We pedaled over to our favorite North End café, Modern Pastry, and sinfully and slowly consumed a double espresso and the best ricotta canoli ever made. Who says you can’t have dessert for lunch? Especially when it’s a bargain–$5 bucks.  Once we had given our sore saddle a rest we jumped  back in gear and rolled toward the South End in search of Cameron Diaz and Tom Cruise.






Mr Noodle’s Super Cleaner
October 14th, 2009 | 3 Comments

Yesterday we were raving about world peace, conflict resolution, conservation and the environment. Today we’ll share our best solutions—cleaning solutions.  Remember we told you it’s all about the highs and lows, the yin and the yang, the heady conversation and the real dirty work.

Trust us of all our fantasies about what we wanted to grow up to be, a modern day Heloise was not among them. But, we’re always looking for ways to save a penny here and a penny there so we can go out and splurge on the really good stuff.

We were gifted this formula by a really nice professional carpet cleaner one day after he had been over once too often to clean up after the supersized poodle, Mr. Noodle.  Instead of that $99 dollar carpet cleaner’s visit, this solution, dubbed “Mr. Noodle’s Super Cleaner”, costs just pennies and is (almost always)  just as effective.  A big fat disclaimer, test this on a corner of the carpet to make sure it doesn’t wreck the fabric or turn it to some odd neon green color.

First remove whatever the mess is you are trying to clean.  Vacuum the area.  Fill a jar with 2 parts water, 2 parts white vinegar, 1 part alcohol and 1-2 tablespoons Woolite.  Shake vigorously.

Once the area is cleaned, soak the stain with “Mr. Noodles” formula.  Use a clean white towel, apply pressure and blot up the liquid.  Repeat this until you see most of the discoloration come up. (You may need several towels and lots of pressure. ) Then cover the stain with a thick wad of paper towels and place a stack of very heavy books on top.  Check back the next day.

Let us know how it works for you and send us any other clever (or not so clever) household tips you’ld like to share.






The Nobel Prize for Thrift
October 12th, 2009 | 1 Comment

All the talk lately about Barack Obama winning the Nobel Peace prize has piqued our interest.  While we’re optimists by nature, we find ourselves a little worried. You know when a story climaxes too soon, the end result isn’t very satisfying. And we still have very high hopes for the big O.  While we were debating the merits of the award, we thought back to Al Gore and his winning the Peace Prize for his work with the environment and climate change. How relevant to our work: conservation and careful use of resources are keys to being a modern woman living on a budget. President Carter and his Nobel Prize for brokering conflict resolution also comes to mind as our heart lusts after all those unaffordable but adorable things we once thought essential to our happiness. You know, like a day at the spa, dinner at Daniel, or that Narcisco leather jacket. We digress.  Anyway, it got us to thinking about thrift and virtue.

Since everything is about us (isn’t it?), we began to wonder if there shouldn’t be a prize for being thrifty. Don’t we too deserve a reward for being so mindful and careful about how we’re spending our precious resources? What’s more virtuous than thrift? Then we started to get nervous. Images of thrift started floating by: a wingback chair, a needlepoint stool, little tabby lapping a wholesome plate of milk, Aunt Jenny saving rubber bands. It’s safe and sensible being thrifty. But do we want to be so prudent all the time? No, not really.

Remember in our “Whap!” post we talked about the devil and the angel sitting on your shoulders helping you resolve your purchasing conflicts? How in our brownie recipe we talked about teasing your palate with different sensory sensations? Well, contrasts are what make life worth living; without the ups and downs where would we be? (Okay, on Prozac.) But how would we ever experience joy and sadness, pleasure and pain, love and hate?

We’d live a very boring and passionless life if we didn’t on occasion act on that little lust engine that drives us. (Think planting peanuts versus running Worldwide Pants.) After all, lust is the fuel that propels us forward. It’s green (the color of envy) and it’s renewable. The trick is for you to be your own lust-master.   On the surface it should be easier for us than for boys, but have you seen Alexander McQueen’s new collection? Yes, we want to be thrifty, but not all the time. Learn to be your own conflict resolution negotiator; by saving and conserving you’ll have the flexibility to go out and have a satisfying good splurge. A great splurge should bring peace (if not a peace prize)—not saddle you with anxiety or buyer’s remorse.

While we’re budget gurus, we recognize the eternal yin-yangness of life on earth. And so we celebrate the splurge as well as the conservation. We laud the new and shiny as well as the old and worn.

Tell us: what’s the biggest and best splurge in your recent memory?






Sock It To Me–Bargains!
October 9th, 2009 | 12 Comments

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We bitches on a budget are always searching for our favorite designers at sale prices.(After all, we only buy pricey labels on sale.) Shop It To Me is one of the many tools in our arsenal when we search  for great merch. Sign up, name your favorite brands and sizes, and they’ll troll the web on your behalf. Then they’ll send you an email when they find that perfect Theory dress or Burberry coat on sale at on-line retailers like Bloomie’s and Bluefly.






Thrifty Travel Splurge
October 8th, 2009 | Comments

We bitches just love a good oxymoron (no we’re not referring to your spouse or boyfriend on drugs) and a thrifty travel splurge fits the bill!

Give us any excuse and we’ll fold our body into coach for a fourteen-hour plane ride to China.  We can’t wait to see what’s new. We can’t wait to see what’s old. After all, we’re just a footnote compared to thousands and thousands of years of Chinese history. Shanghai is second only to Paris and NY (tied) as our fave city in the world. And it’s one of the best places for all of us luxury-seeking, IMG_0464_2nearly broke bitches to stretch our dollars these days. We just stayed at a fabulous hotel on the Bund for next to nothing –the views from our room of the Huangpu River and Shanghai skyline would’ve had Fritz Lang weeping.

We’re counting down the days until the release of our book (December 29th).  Since we’re such good sharers, we fill you in our secret haunts to find treasures fit for an empress with a peasant’s purse.






Tongue Teasing Brownies
October 7th, 2009 | 4 Comments

Food fashions fade in and out like pouffy skirts. It’s kind of tricky to know when to bite. The latest seems to be a hot and sweet tongue teasing, and we’re here to reassure you that this trend is for real. Sophisticated hedonists have always known that stoking up contrasts arouses your sensory pleasure…

So you don’t feel left out of the latest foodie flavors, we’ll share our own recipe for brownies that’ll have them on their knees, weeping and begging you for more:

The Bitches’ Devil Brownies

Pre-heat oven to 350 degrees

5ozs unsweetened chocolate

1 ½ sticks unsalted butter

3 eggs

1 ¾ cups sugar

1 cup flour

1 tsp vanilla

½-1 tsp crushed hot pepper flakes (up to you how hot you like it)

Pinch of kosher salt

¾ cup walnuts (optional)

8” square buttered baking dish

Melt chocolate and butter in microwave for approximately two minutes.  Stir to completely dissolve chocolate.  Add sugar and mix until you can’t see granules. Beat eggs and vanilla with a fork, add to chocolate and sugar mixture, and stir until glossy and smooth.  Mix in hot pepper flakes, salt, and walnuts.  Stir in flour until everything is mixed evenly together.  Pour into buttered baking dish.  Bake approximately 25 minutes or until a toothpick comes out smooth.  (Our advice is to slightly under-bake these, they taste even better).

So easy and you’ll look like a hip baking genius–you owe us big time.

P.S. This is our basic brownie recipe all tarted up. Skip the spice for the best brownies ever.






We’re Never Bored
October 6th, 2009 | Comments

Since staying in and watching TV is cheap and lazy,  we’re here to report on what promises to be our newest television addiction.  Bored to Death.  Sly devils that they are, HBO premiered this series a few weeks ago using Entourage as bait.  Sunday they double baited the trap: The Larry David Show (Seinfeld Reunion Episode) and the series finale of Entourage.  We bit.

Don’t get too excited, we warn you the leading character Jonathan Ames (Jason Schwartzman) doesn’t have Vincent Chase (Adrian Grenier) sex appeal, but his self-referential, hipster character offers plenty of appealing cool.

While Bored to Death hasn’t hit it’s full stride, this is your opportunity to get in on the ground floor of what could be the next big thing.  After all, isn’t it finally your turn to be one of those in-the-know bitch’s who says “OMG! You haven’t seen Bored to Death yet?”






Blow off the Daily Wash
October 5th, 2009 | Comments

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In our upcoming book we rant and rave about dry shampoo. Sounds kind of weird, you may be thinking. Spray powder for my head? What am I, George Washington in the school play? Don’t cut down the cherry tree just yet, honey.

For mornings when you have no time to wash but your hair’s a veritable oil slick, this stuff rocks. You’ll find tons of expensive versions out there, but there’s no need to blow your wad!

Psssssst Instant Spray Shampoo. Five and a half bucks a can. And—best of all—unscented. Unscented! A rare find. It means your head doesn’t smell like nuclear mango or baby powder fireball all day.

SO:

1. Spray it in.

2. Brush it out.

3. Oil is absorbed. Bounce and texture amplified.

Be sure to brush thoroughly (especially if you’re a raven-haired beauty) so that you don’t unwittingly resemble good ol’ George.

Later, when you’re complimented on your luscious, glowing locks, be like our Founding Father and say: “I cannot tell a lie. I barely do anything to my hair.”

Try it and let us know what you think.






Baby Needs Some Clothes!
October 2nd, 2009 | Comments

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Are you a mama on a budget? Or in that phase of life where your friends’ kids are breeding like flies and you’re forced to send a baby gift every, like, thirty seconds?

Check out Mama Bargains—just one item a day at deep, deep discount. Bibs, clothes, hats, toys, diaper bags, nursing bras, the whole shebang. Get it while it’s hot, because tomorrow something else shows up. (Word of warning: unless a product is defective, they DO NOT accept returns.) “You snooze, you lose,” they say on their site. (What? Snooze? We’re not sure which mamas they’re talking about.) Take a look—you’ll be cooing with pleasure.






Stay on The Fashion Grid
October 1st, 2009 | 3 Comments

We just got an email from Bloomie’s saying they’re “mad for plaid,” which of course made us recall a twitter post we sent last month about plaid being hot, hot, hot. We’ve been meaning to fill you in with more than 140 characters of details.

For those of you who missed our tweet: “Stay on the fashion grid with plaid. Pass on pricy lines go straight to the source look like a real lumberjack check out Woolrich.”

Listen up girls. This is a mulit-part lesson (for the price of one post).

Part I.

Go for it. Be fashionable and pick up a plaid piece to layer into your wardrobe. (You may only wear one plaid garment at a time, though.) Plaid is a classic and was around long before those guys started wearing skirts in the Highlands. In fact, like all things tasty, tartan (just another word for plaid) is most likely a derivative of the French word tiretaine, which was a ‘linsey-woolsey’ fabrication with a plaid pattern (we’ll save the full history lesson for another post).

We prefer our plaid on shirts, outerwear, and underwear (you are allowed to wear two pieces of plaid if one is kept private). Skirts? Uh, not really—too many horizontal stripes. And if that isn’t unflattering enough, we’ve often observed that once a designer gets a plaid into their little hand they tend to get all kilty-cute and put pleats in all the wrong places. Scarves? Okay, but kind of boring—too often a timid girl’s nod to fashion. What we’re saying is we like the outdoorsy, lumberjacky, trotting-on-a-horse-through-the-moors, peaty, smoky-smelling feeling a plaid/tartan can evoke.

Part II.

This brings us to the second point of our post, and it’s the key to being a true bitch on a budget: never, ever look like a bitch on a budget. How you ask?

Honey, like everything in life, it’s all in the details.

A mark of a cheap garment is weird seams. Some  manufacturers don’t take the time, or chintz out on the extra material needed to make sure the pattern lines up. Make sure that the plaid pattern matches at the seam! This is child’s play.

So we’re natural-born suckers for red plaid.  Just us, we love red plaids, and last week while shopping with a friend we spied the most flirty little red plaid three-quarter-length coat with a faux fur collar. We were so excited we felt a little pulse you know where. Then when we opened it up and saw that it was made with a Woolrich fabric, we were ecstatic. OMG. We were so in. (And we felt so smug and prescient to have talked about that American classic plaid purveyor—so on trend).

Then we saw the price tag it was like someone threw cold water on our little party.  $570.00.  Just not happening.

Part III.

Wait.

Here’s our third point for staying fresh and on trend with an old look on a bitch’s budget. Be flexible (yes, we know that’s hard for you).

We were so, so frustrated but soldiered on. To our great delight (and dismay cause the place had been there for 15 years and we never wandered in before, shame on us) we stumbled into the coolest second hand, used, recycled, whatever, clothing store we had ever been into in our life. And directly in front of us was a full rack of old Woolrich red plaid jackets. A gift from the heavens.

We paraded out in a brand new, very old little jacket for under $50 bucks. Perfect condition. And in full frontal disclosure, it wasn’t red and it wasn’t Woolrich, but an original Bemidji Woolen Jacket in the most sophisticated grey and green.

We were even happier than if we had been able to buy that flirty number at ten times the price (at least, that is what we keep telling ourselves).