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We’re feeling sultry at Halter Hotties Central right now. There’s a sense of relief that all the holiday mania has ended, but there’s a sense of melancholy hiding out… Dark days and long nights can make us moody, after all, and we recognize that the year is fading to a close.
We cast eyes on our favorite Mr. Hottie and begin to hum a tune, then sing the words, “What are you doing on New Year’s Eve?”
He knows us well, and he knows how to make our sad eyes light up.
He hands us a present, after all the other boxes and tissue paper have disappeared.
“Gilt Opulence” finds its way into our fingers, and the light dawns that what we’re doing for New Year’s Eve and into the wee hours of the New Year will be opulent, celebratory and naughty good times indeed.
Nat King Cole soothes Christmas-weary Halter Hotties as he sings of chestnuts roasting on an open fire (though he can keep Jack Frost’s nose-nipping, thankyouverymuch!) and we take a moment (and a long sip of mulled wine) to think toward other warm places… Like Africa… And we offer up a look that’s well-suited for curling up in front of that open fire on Christmas day, reveling in the ending of the Christmas mayhem. Lest we forget, however, the ending of the Christmas season also marks the beginning of Kwanzaa, an African-American celebration that kicks off December 26.
Our, “MeOww” ~fully lined, silk halter top~ brings you to the Kwanzaa table (or anywhere else!) with sophistication and glamour… And brings on a little extra heat for your own personal pleasure!
Occasionally we at Halter Hotties Headquarters feel the need for Donna-Reed-divine-homemaker dreams. Our hair would be freshly coiffed, our lips the most edibly-divine shade of cranberry, our heels impeccably non-scuffed (and comfortable, right? A girl can dream big!)
Wouldn’t it be just nifty to pull a clove-studded glazed ham out of the oven while Mr. Hottie shook and garnished the perfect cocktail? No, wait! Even niftier, pulling that ham out of the oven of our Hawaiian bungalow decorated with a faux, flocked tree and bright blue ornaments… Our swing skirt would sway as our hips did a quick little hula dance to the table.
“Mist” would pair up perfectly with that kicky little skirt (and polyester-fluff apron) while Bing Crosby wished us a jaunty little “Mele Kalikimaka.”
And we’d smile, twirl, and wink… Merry Christmas, indeed!
Alright, alright! We get it! It’s cold, it’s the holiday season, we’re rushing around frantically from work, to shopping, back home, trimming trees and decking halls, then darting off to our social obligations…
Then, above all this bustle we hear... “(The sweet sound of) Silver Bells… Silver Bells… It’s Christmas time in the city…”
And as we wear our Halter Hottie du jour “Silver Shadow” we remember to float serenely through the crazy times, being in the moment because we know that like in all the other years, “Soon it will be Christmas day.”
(And serenity is always better than insanity.)
Working with vintage scarves, we at Halter Hotties World Headquarters can sometimes get caught up in some awfully fun memories… Like back to that time in the eighties when we listened as the Waitresses told us a story about near-misses with Mr. Right…
With that in mind, we’d love to be caught in the only all night grocery in this little number!
“Candy” would certainly be the holiday halter top to turn the tables for us… Instead of chasing that guy, he’d be chasing us home, where our tale would have an even happier ending!
We Halter Hotties just love a little bit of prim with our sexy. We love to imagine ourselves buttoned up in our navy wool suit, high heels enhancing the curves of our calves encased in not-quite-opaque hose, pencil skirt hinting at the swell of our hips, the high neck of our blouse whispering modestly, “I’m not that kind of girl”…
The office hottie-man sees through our alter-ego look, though. Must be some kind of glint in our eyes hiding behind thick-framed glasses.
Mr. Hottie invites us to his place for a post-work, celebration-of-solstice drink.
We hesitate a little before offering up our “I guess that would be alright…”
In his warm penthouse, he takes our overcoat, and as we warm up we slide out of our jacket. His eyes light up when he sees his suspicions verified… “Moonlight” keeps with our “good girl” reputation, and hums the notes to the song “Baby It’s Cold Outside” as we tell Mr. Office Hottie, “ I really can’t stay.”
Will we break the spell of a waxing moon and the longest night of the year?
After all, it’s really, really cold outside…
We Halter Hotties have a passion for interior fashion as well as year-round halter tops.
We love the holidays for the opportunity to tart up our homes, some years going modern glass and silver, some years
playing with light (from Sweets Treats and Designs), still other years loading up on gold and cranberry to contrast with pine boughs and sprigs of holly leaves in a luxuriously traditional theme.
plays right into that décor motif, and puts us front and center as we hum “Deck The Halls.”
Well before Tim Burton and his Nightmare Before Christmas, back when we were tiny baby hotties, we at Halter Hotties World Headquarters marveled over the stop-motion puppetry of the Rankin/Bass. Then, we loved that toys were talking. Later, we loved the story or Rudolph, the underdog (under-deer?) of the reindeer world whose reindeer buddies used to laugh and call him names and never let him play reindeer games… But he got them later, as the lead-deer on the team with his bright red nose (hmmm, did Rudy have a drinking problem, maybe?)
For any hottie who might have been left over in the past, we offer up our sophisticated take on how to get the attention to put you ahead of any pack: “Burnished Metals” shines with a subtle shimmer and refined elegance, perfect for a day-to-night mood. This beautiful blouse recalls strains of Burl Ives singing “Silver and Gold” -- “How do you measure its worth? Just by the pleasure it gives here on earth.”
(Man, Halter Hotties just love it when lyrics mesh with our own personal mission!)
But Burl, bless his ever-lovin’ heart, goes one step further. “Everyone wishes for silver and gold,” he (as Frosty the Snowman) told Rudolph.
Well you, dear hottie friend, don’t have to wish for it! It’s here, easy as a little click of the order button! Silver and gold.
“The Majorette” we imagine that we’re leading the soldiers in their battle against the mice. Of course, we’d much rather watch the action on stage from our warm perch in the audience, with apologies to Clara and all the others for commanding the attention from all the men in the audience away from the dance. (pssst—Clara! I know where you can get your own Halter Hottie!)
Spiced Nut Recipe
Toast 1 cup pecans, cashews, walnuts, or mixture, spread out in a single layer on a baking sheet in a 350° oven, stirring occasionally, for 10 to 15 minutes, set aside.
Combine the following in saucepan;
· 1 cup sugar
• 1/2 teaspoon salt
• 1/4 teaspoon ground nutmeg
• 1 teaspoon ground cinnamon
• 1/8 teaspoon ground cloves
• 2 tablespoons butter
• 1 teaspoon vanilla
• 2 tablespoons water
Cook stirring constantly, until a small amount dropped into cold water forms a soft ball, about 236° on a candy thermometer. Stir in the 1 cup of toasted nuts. Remove from heat and stir until no longer glossy. Pour into buttered baking sheet and spread thinly. Cool, and break into pieces.
The encyclopedic folks tell us that here in the Pacific Northwest we enjoy a “temperate” climate.
Ummm… Really? We at Halter Hotties Central have been burying our own bared backs under layers of thermal undies, wool, fleece, and gore-tex, and still shivering!
The cold snap is enough to make us say, “enough!”
Cranking up the stereo and the heat, we pop on Big Bad Voodoo Daddy and our saucy-hot little halter top.
“Cabin Fever”, aptly named as we avoid going anywhere that requires layering up, is the perfect little number for jumping and jiving to “Mr. Heatmiser.” We embrace the idea of the funny little ogre who tells us, “I’m Mr. Green Christmas, I’m Mr. Sun… I’m Mr Heat Blister, I’m Mr. One hundred and one.”
Forget Jack Frost, Frosty the Snowman and dreams of a White Christmas: as our feet fly and our hearts pump, our kicky little Halter Hottie top reminds us that we’re as free and hottie as we want to be!
Here at Halter Hotties Central we believe in creativity-in-altruism… Our fab blouses help save the planet, after all, with our eco-conscious re-use of materials. We believe in supporting local businesses and being sustainable, the same way we keep things real, local, and sustainable ourselves.
But we also believe in luxury, flattery, and a healthy dose of saucy fun. We offer up this bright halter top with a wink and a nod toward the kind Mr. Claus.
"Santa's Baby" makes us feel all the right kinds of slinky-festive. We feel like a Cranberry Martini sipped in the glow of good company and the lights on a Christmas tree while Eartha Kitt purrs out our feelings. Think of all the fellas that we haven’t kissed, indeed!
Cranberry Martini... Shake the following, over ice, in a Cocktail shaker; 2 ounces of vodka, 1/2 ounce of vermouth, 2 ounces of Cranberry juice. Pour into a chilled Martini glass & top with 3 fresh cranberries ~ Follow with a toast to Miss Eartha Kitt.
Remember the Twelve Days of Christmas? We do, too, but we’re so over partridges in pear trees (who needs all that bird poop?) and Lords a’Leapin’ (thanks, we’ll go see the Nutcracker if we really want to see jumping boys in tights!)
In the days to come, stay tuned for our own interpretation of the Twelve Days… Twelve of our fabulous one-of-a kind blouses and songs they bring to our minds…
We’ll start our visual tour-of-holiday-songs with an opulent little Halter Hotties number, "Velvet Shadow"…
We can’t help but to imagine velvety-smooth hot chocolate spiked with Baileys, sipped in front of a crackling fire while Mr. Hottie slowly runs his fingers over our shoulders in mesmerizing little circles…
While outside temperatures plunge as the wind blasts, inside Ella Fitzgerald croons, “I can’t remember a worse December…Just watch those icicles form… What do I care if icicles form? I’ve got my love to keep me warm.” 
Oh, yeah... Sing it sister!
It’s that time of year, once again… As much as we grapple with ideas for gifts for others, we also live in the dread of receiving another bad Fredericks of Hollywood garter, some cloying perfume we’ll never wear, or –horror of all horrors— a tiger-print Snuggie.
So we’ve devised some pretty innovative ways of making sure our needs are met this year.
Let’s set up a scenario. You want a Halter Hotties blouse, though you’re not entirely sure which one yet (these decisions sometimes take time.) You know, because you’re savvy like that, that Halter Hotties offers gift certificates. You know that your man would love the ease of point-and-click shopping, and you know he’d appreciate a squeal of pleasure and the big, juicy kiss he’d receive for gifting just the right thing.
You also know that saying “I want it right now” gets results, but (because you’re a Hottie) you appreciate that sometimes a more delicate approach, like leaving a candle burning, wearing a certain nightie, or dabbing on a certain scent gets those results, is much more fun to set up, and makes him feel suave and superior.
With all that in mind, we offer up: The Hottie Way to Get What You Want.
Step one ~ When he asks, “What do you want for the Holidays?” demure, with batted eyelashes, “Nothing sweetie, I have everything I need right here!”
Step two ~ Covertly, but in front of him, chat with a girlfriend. Make sure you say words to the effect of, “He’s getting her a what? A Halter Hotties Gift Certificate? Oh-my-gosh, he must love her an awful lot; I hope she appreciates what she’s got there!”
Step three ~ Wear a few of your worst, frumpiest, Pam-at-The-Office blouses and bemoan the sad state of your closet. If he tells you that you look pretty, wear a bad holiday sweater. Or better: a bad holiday vest coupled with a frumpy blouse. Sigh and mutter to your self, “Gosh, I’d love to have a Halter Hotties blouse to pair with my blazer…”
Step four ~ Directly ask him to love your back. Ask him to wash it in the shower, rub it with lotion, massage it with a scented oil (not all at the same time, silly!).
Step five ~ Accidentally leave the Halter Hotties site open on his laptop. On purpose, make sure it’s at the gift certificates section.
Happy Holidays, and stay tuned for future hints, tips, and holiday-singin’, blouse-lovin’ fun times!!
"Gilt Opulence", fits S thru L, was 159.00, now thru Sunday $111.00 
Call it “post-Bellevue bazaar dementia”, call it “we don’t want to see our halter tops placed neatly away (we’d rather see them sold)” or, even call it “seasonal glad tidings” – whatever name you put on it, we’re calling it “SALE!”
We know that post-turkey-meal letdown… the looming stress of holiday shopping and parties… the fervent desire to turn that boy’s head away from the football game…
So we want to help boost your spirits!! For a short time we’re making it more compelling for you to buy yourself (or your favorite Hottie) one of our exclusively awesome, vintage spectacular, silky-good halter tops:
We’re marking our prices down 30%
from
November 27 to November 29.
Yeah, you’re right to tremble in excitement, because that’s a great deal on a blouse you’re absolutely certain not to see on your best frienemy! It’s the kind of one-of-a-kind classic clothing article that brings together all kinds of feel-good components: repurposing vintage scarves means we’re saving a little bit of the planet one garment at a time without compromising quality or workmanship since we control both by doing all the work in-house here in the USA… Meanwhile our sexy styling subtly skims certain body parts while blatantly baring others.
It’s the kind of garment you can wear year-round… Demure enough for a day at the office, brazen enough for the hottest of dates. Best of all, it has all the best multiple-personality traits of that not-quite-best-friend, not-quite-enemy of yours: It looks one way when you wear it now with boots, tights, and a tailored skirt, then wear it next summer with your favorite sandals and well-worn cut-off jeans, and it’s a completely different piece!
So let’s recap: we’re creating versatility and quality, AND we’re turning around and putting it all on sale!
Yep!
Sure, it’s a little nuts (but you’ll be nuttier if you pass this up!!)
Call it temporary running-around-trying-to-prep-for-the-Bazaar insanity, call it a surge of holiday gift-giving spirit, or just call it a Really Good Thing: Whatever you call it, the end result is SALE! SALE!! SALE!!!
Saturday at the Bellevue Club Holiday Bazaar we’re offering our halter tops and jewelry at 20% off. And yes, we’re still offering flax seed-filled aromatherapy eye pillows FREE with each halter top sale.
So, now you’re really set to get yourself here, the Bellevue Club Bazaar from 10:00 p.m. – 4:00 p.m. on Saturday, November 21.
We can’t wait to see you when you come by and say hi!
Like Dove Chocolates, Project Runway, and halter tops, the vampire series has sucked us in, mesmerizing us even before we gazed into Robert Pattinson’s delightfully moody eyes.
And now that we’re less than a week from the cinema opening of New Moon, our daydreams have run away with us…
a little trip to Forks inspired by Halter Hotties' Midnight Blood silk halter top.
The air was heavy with a moist chill as she huddled into her vintage velvet coat, pulling the collar up to protect her cold and vulnerable neck. As the ferry neared its destination, she felt a compulsion she couldn’t understand, a need to feel
the environment that drew her inexorably to her fate.
The breeze swirled her skirt ( ) against her hose, creating goosebumps on her thighs. As she disembarked the water craft, she felt a shiver run the course of her spine, followed by a heat of longing deep in her solar plexus, a heat that
traveled with a slow, determined weight further down her core.
He was here. She could feel him.
She stopped, her head slowly turned on its own volition, and her eyes locked on a pair of seductive eyes, eyes that beckoned, apologized, and asked for nothing all at once.
“You’ve come,” his low, quiet voice came through the mist to her soul: had he even said anything? Did she hear him only in her mind?
“I’m thirsty,” she whispered.
She stepped into the warmth of his car, and didn’t question the destination.
The car stopped on a deserted road, hidden in the many intertwined limbs of huge old-growth trees.
She shivered again, and a curious sense of desire overcame her fear.
“Cold?” he asked wordlessly, and she shook her head, aware suddenly that she was burning with the heat of fever.
“Have this,” he offered, pulling a flask out of his coat, where it had lain in its pocket, nestled against his breast. She looked at the flask and met his penetrating gaze.
She should have asked about the crimson liquid in the ornate pewter-encased glass container. She shouldn’t have opened the top, handed it to him, and rested the flask to her lips.
She shouldn’t have swallowed.
At once, every cell in her body vibrated, energized as never before. She became liquid and fire, life and lust.
She turned to him and handed him the flask and turned away. She opened the car door and glanced back at him, inviting him into her with his eyes. In the light of the moon she untied the belt around her waist and allowed her coat to fall off her shoulders, allowed it to pool around her feet.
Still in the car, watching mesmerized as she stood with her back to him, he gasped at the expanse of pale, exposed flesh tempting him.
The halter top she wore allowed him the kind of access he would never have dreamed about or dared to ask for.
She turned around and seduced him with her smile, luring him out of the safety of his car.
He walked toward her, his thoughts as blood-red as the silk of her top; she turned her head and stretched her neck coyly.
“How do you like my top?” she asked impishly.
“uh. Wow.”
She giggled; for a man who communicated directly to her brain, he wasn’t being particularly eloquent right now.
Then again, he was a man entranced.
“It’s a Halter Hotties,” she murmured, right as his lips, mouth, tongue, and finally, teeth, met her warm and welcoming flesh.
Quick! Check your calendar.
Yep, right there. “November 21.” Cancel that other thing that’s there.
Well, no, your girls’ day out is important, so go ahead, bring all your friends and make a grand day out of it in Bellevue. From 10 a.m.. – 4 p.m. the prestigious Bellevue Club is having their annual
Holiday Bazaar (check out this link for directions http://www.bellevueclub.com/FindUs/PrintableMap.pdf) and Halter Hotties are so there! We’re bringing a fab selection of halter tops and other accessory items so you can get yourself hooked up with a perfectly hot, perfectly unique piece that will help you stand out amidst a sea of sparkly holiday revelers this year.
And as an added, “our hearts are warm with the season” bonus, we’re throwing in free aromatherapy pillows with each Halter Hotties top purchase, so you can either relax with the blissful sensation of fine fabric, flax seed, and fragrance or you can gift that sensation to a loved one.
And here’s a thought: if all of your girlfriends buy Halter Tops, and all of them receive pillows, then maybe you can all give each other the gift of bliss?
Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, see you in Bellevue on Saturday the 21st!!
Think about it. Wear that warm and wooly reindeer sweater to your next festive holiday event and what’ll you get? An itchy, itchy rash and plenty of odd looks.
Wear one of our fabulous, silky-sexy, one-of-a-kind pieces and what’ll you get?
Experts say the results will range from admiring glances to indecent proposals.
Here in the Northwest you’ll soon have a chance to see and buy a wide range of Halter Hotties goodies when we journey over the river and through the woods to Bellevue for the Bellevue Club Bazaar from
10:00 a.m. – 4:00 p.m. on Saturday, November 21.
This is not your grandmother’s holiday Bazaar: artists, artisans and a wide range of specialty craft providers will join forces at Bellevue’s premiere health and fitness club (complete with luxury hotel!)
The Bazaar had a two-year hiatus while the space was undergoing renovation, and we’re anticipating that it’s going to be an amazing event. Check out the map and directions through this link: http://www.bellevueclub.com/FindUs/PrintableMap.pdf
And lest we forget! Since we’re so overcome by the spirit of the giving season, we’re offering up one of our aromatherapy eye pillows (retail value $24) for each Halter Hotties top sale. Flax seed gives each one of these pillows the perfect weight; iced or warmed up they’re a great stress-reducer for yourself or a fabulously unique gift idea!
Smell that?
That’s the magic of the holidays!
Experience it with us on November 21 at the Bellevue Club Holiday Bazaar!!
Think LEGS! I know, we’re all about the halter tops, but imagine this Halter Hotties':
Start with this sumptuous silk, English Rose,
add a short little brown skirt, and find orange tights. Or yellow tights, red tights, purple, whatever. Don’t be scared, it’s okay: look at what they’re doing on the runway.
Grab a leather jacket (think, fitted biker) and Jungle Cat
some distressed jeans and killer, high-heeled boots. Prepare to stalk your prey.
Aiming for a more “corporate slayer” image? Find that fitted black blazer and matching pencil skirt. Grab Siren Call
and a pair of –you guessed it—killer high heels. Prepare to meet that glass ceiling and shatter it. Later, take off that jacket and head to a restaurant you love with that guy whose job you covet. Have a fabulous glass of wine and filet mignon, fireside, after your workday is done. Forget golf-course office politics, go with main course office politics!
So you already landed the fellow, but need the fire? Ramp up the romance in He Loves Me…
Pair with your favorite cashmere cardigan and a flirty, floaty skirt, and watch the sparks ignite!
Dominatrix fun keeps your sparks popping? Find those killer boots, a short-but-sweet black pencil skirt, this top Zen Master
and your leather jacket. He’ll be your willing slave, you can be his master. Just make sure he says it, “thank you Ms. Hottie master, may I have another?”
Forget about our immersion in Halloween festivities: spring was in the air, if only near the runways as the looks paraded forecast a leggy, colorful season coming up. Our halter tops traveled the runway with Mary Jane’s at Current, whose sass and sex appeal are a marvelous match-up for the heat of Halter Hotties.
Our Orient Express halter top looked stunning paired with a tailored skirt and fabulously chunky-heeled, strappy shoes; bare legs gave a sunny, warm look while a black lariat choker/necklace pulled in the black from the skirt.
St Louis was a great opportunity for us; the show features a cutting-edge, indie spirit and brought to light a couple of kindred spirits: Wrath Arcane, will you be our boyfriend? We’ll match up our Halter Hottie with some well-worn denim and we can take our mutual environmentally sensitive, made-in-the-USA vibe to the streets together. And Lori Coulter, wanna be a Halter Hottie BFF? Your deliciously body-baring custom-made bathing suits can hang with us poolside anytime!!
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