Royal Faux Pas

The Duke and Duchess of Cambridge are now officially married, which can only mean one thing. Some overbearing acquaintance has already poked poor Kate in her ironing-board of a belly and boomed: So...

Little Rascal

Dear Annabel, Having been enthralled at the level of diplomacy & decorum with which you’ve answered many other questions in the past for which I had no answers at all, it is to you I turn...

Manicure Meltdown

Foxy Brown should really think about doing her own nails. According to hallowed sources like TMZ and Us Weekly, the troubled performer was recently booted from a Royal Caribbean cruise after going ...

Delicate De-Friending

Check out this letter from my virtual friend Mary A., originally posted on her delightful blog: Dear Annabel: I love Facebook and tend to be somewhat of a… you know. Rhymes with “door.&...

Flatform Folly

Spring 2011 is teeming with embraceable trends. Darling trench coats. Chic, 70’s-style wide-legged jeans. Bright, poppy colors. And then there are flatforms, which the Daily Telegraph hilario...

Oscar and Intervention

Darling readers, as you might guess, I’m dying to dish about the dresses at last night’s Academy Awards. But first we need to address an etiquette emergency. Best Supporting Actress win...

Spring Forward

If there’s one thing I can’t resist, it’s a project. Recently, I tackled Operation Closet Overhaul, which involved ruthless elimination of tired togs and two hugely cathartic trip...

Super Shady

Under certain circumstances, it’s perfectly acceptable to buy yourself a present. It might be a new-job handbag, a hot-date party dress, or someone-just-broke-up-with-me stilettos. Today I we...

Golden Globalicious

To fully appreciate a schmaltzy, self-congratulatory awards show, you need a big TV, a gaggle of girls, top-notch nibbles, and some truly divine wine. Then (and only then) will you be ready to stud...

Thanksgiving Etiquette

Dashing between two competing turkey dinners? Dreading the moment your lout of a brother-in-law starts talking politics? Cooking for a crowd of fussy eaters? Good gracious, it must be Thanksgiving....

Annabel Forgets Her Manners

Have I ever told you I’m a jumpy, nervous driver? Eyes darting back and forth, white knuckles on the wheel, a foot far too eager to stomp on the brake… Plus I live in Los Angeles, which...