Thank the LAWD it's Friday!

Welcome to ToDieFor Fridays! TDF Fridays, y’all! Doesn’t it just roll off the tongue…kinda like TGIFridays! But ya know, without the trashy red and white- striped decor and those awful red-polo uniforms.

TDF Fridays is less about 3,000 calories wasted on soggy buffalo wings and greasy jalapeno poppers and more about my latest sartorial obsession.

Allow me to explain! I confess that I watched Rachel Zoe’s stint in faux-ality television. Buttttt…in my defense, the only thing that I allowed my brain to actually encode was her absolutely fabolous use of the term “die.”

Whether she was rasping on about some gorg vintage Halston or screaming in delight about the latest from Oscar D, she employed this usually somber word like it was Shakesperean prose. As her uber-sensitive lil’ assistant Brad took turns doing as little as possible and crying his eyes dry, she took turns shouting “Oh, I die!” or “To diiiiieee for.”  Shit, she nearly “dieeeed” extending the phrase from her 12-lb body each episode.

The Death Rattler herself...

Therefore, in quasi-celebration of Bravo giving The Rachel Zoe Project a second season, I will feature ToDieFor Fridays- a post dedicated to one suicide-inducing item each week.

I will show you boutiques, designers and clothing so frickin’ chic, you will want to stab yourself with a sharpened stiletto just to be put out of your misery.

O, stop boo-hooing over the suicide part- no one said fashion was all fun and games!