Not much content around here, eh?
Not that I feel I must justify, but, well...I was thinking about it last night. I've been in a whirlwind of activity and a monsoon of weather. But really. And it isn't that I'm not seeing all the things I usually see: the German couple on the train behind me each day, she in her sturdy shoes and he with his little hat, the guy with the hair-plugs in front of me (why? hair-plugs guy, why would you bother?!) it's just that I've been so busy I guess, limping from one thing to another (the knee, it's better) and, in my head, I'm saying: oh, I should blog that and then I get home and crash and sleep and...so it goes.
Youngest is doing Earth Science in school this year. Year after year I make this joke: Earth Science, yeah, great curriculum! Water plus dirt equals mud! (Yeah, yeah, I KNOW.) And year after year my boys have Earth Science which, with the right teacher, turns out to be fun and informative. Anyway, Youngest was pleased to tell us that he can now identify rocks. He went round the house identifying (we have rocks in the house all over the place) and then told us about schist and did a drawing of it on the big board in the dining room. Because our collective mental age is 12, many schist jokes followed - during dinner, which eventually lead to this superlative sentence:
bb: Get the fork outta your hair and eat. Holy schist this is good tonight!
It's been raining for days and days and days. The sidewalks in the city are littered with damaged umbrellas. They look like dead birds with broken wings lying around. It would have made a good picture - but I didn't have my camera.
Have I mentioned that Middle and I love seeing the different members of the armed services in the train station in the morning? We do. Loaded down with equipment and standing halfway between "at attention" and "casually observing" these people are posted throughout the station. They wear varying uniforms (Middle and I are into uniforms) and carry an enormous amount of anti-terrorist stuff: masks, guns, radios, pouches of stuff and are heavily armored. Then there are the rifles which I would need Middle to describe to you. He knows all of them, as he is a military buff, and each day he will tell me the names of them and what they are capable of. You might think this conversation would upset me, but it doesn't. Somehow, when The Buddha of My Family explains guns and ammo, I am interested. On the other hand, if Oldest attempted such a conversation? I'd run screaming from the room. All this to say, I missed Middle the other day as he was sleeping and I was in the station with the Railway Special Forces Mobile And Tactical Unit positioned around the building looking very very impressive. Photos are not permitted.
One day, a couple of weeks ago, Middle and I were surprised to see SWAT teams surrounding the outside of the rail station and we stopped to ask if there was anything in particular going on. Of course they lied to us - citizens are never told if there is anything in particular going on. Nevertheless we thanked the guy we were talking to and told him it was nice to have them out there.
Gee, really, he asked, his all-business demeanor now gone.
Yeah, really, I explained, sometimes I feel a bit scared when I see all you guys with your gigantic guns and armor - but, then, I see you all here and feel safe. SafER.
He was genuinely touched and I saw his face change. He didn't look so impersonal anymore. He looked like a guy. Tough to put into words. He went from on-duty-ever-vigilant-scanning-for-danger to A Guy.
We left him smiling.
Do you know, on my office blog, I don't know what to write?
Such a thing.
destined for scurvy
It occurred to me, the other day, that I have not seen Middle eat any fruit in a long time.
I bought grapes.
I encouraged him to eat them.
He make the effort to keep me happy.
I have the added benefit of being able to admire the watch he bought himself.
I bought grapes.
I encouraged him to eat them.
He make the effort to keep me happy.
I have the added benefit of being able to admire the watch he bought himself.
not so lazy Sunday
I don't know if you know this about K but he cannot sit still.
While there are many possible diagnoses regarding this condition it doesn't much matter - he CANNOT SIT STILL.
So, Sundays (or, even weekends) are very busy at my house.
I used to feel obligated to keep up with him and would end up exhausting myself but I don't bother anymore.
On Saturday we shopped and he cooked (and helped out by vacuuming as I didn't feel well) and then had friends in to dinner.
On Sunday he:
Drove Middle to the train station and had his hair cut at the barber (who ended up buzzing it the same way I would have, so $15 misspent!).
De-greased the range hood! (THE job I hate most in the WORLD - it is the equivalent of changing the cat litter IMO.)
Retrieved the grain alcohol...
Dealt with the lemons -
and bottled up some Limoncello.
(Which will NEVER be the same as Paola's dad's Limoncello, but we'll try.)
Next?
He baked huge batch of chocolate chip cookies. He makes INCREDIBLE chocolate chip cookies.
I asked him to do a little dance.
That's him - "dancing."
Fortnately, I agreed to watch the JJ Abrams Star Trek movie with him and he sat down at about 4:00.
But he still went on to cook dinner (two kinds of pasta) and haul laundry for me before finally settling down.
While there are many possible diagnoses regarding this condition it doesn't much matter - he CANNOT SIT STILL.
So, Sundays (or, even weekends) are very busy at my house.
I used to feel obligated to keep up with him and would end up exhausting myself but I don't bother anymore.
On Saturday we shopped and he cooked (and helped out by vacuuming as I didn't feel well) and then had friends in to dinner.
On Sunday he:
Drove Middle to the train station and had his hair cut at the barber (who ended up buzzing it the same way I would have, so $15 misspent!).
De-greased the range hood! (THE job I hate most in the WORLD - it is the equivalent of changing the cat litter IMO.)
Retrieved the grain alcohol...
Dealt with the lemons -
and bottled up some Limoncello.
(Which will NEVER be the same as Paola's dad's Limoncello, but we'll try.)
Next?
He baked huge batch of chocolate chip cookies. He makes INCREDIBLE chocolate chip cookies.
I asked him to do a little dance.
That's him - "dancing."
Fortnately, I agreed to watch the JJ Abrams Star Trek movie with him and he sat down at about 4:00.
But he still went on to cook dinner (two kinds of pasta) and haul laundry for me before finally settling down.
injuries sustained this week
Knee:
Whilst walking to work one day last week,left knee buckled and bent the wrong way for a second. Made it to the office but was hobbled most of the rest of the week, intermittently and without warning. An elastic bandage offered some support and was appropriately itchy. No swelling or bruising visible. Took some Advil.
Hand/Wrist:
Reached and twisted to grasp something heavy (cast iron skillet) and did some kind of Inner Ligament Damage to palm and wrist. Kept washing dishes.
Neck:
Fell asleep on the train after a tedious day on Thursday and awoke with a stiff neck. By Friday morning experienced tightness on both sides and middle of neck. Applied anesthetic patches and toughed it out all day Saturday but was hampered in doing chores. Four glasses of wine proved beneficial last night - pain greatly diminished, but left side of neck esp. painful this morning.
Ears/Head:
Endured listening to this on Sunday radio as was otherwise engaged and couldn't change the station. Significant psych damage done in relatively short period.
Whilst walking to work one day last week,left knee buckled and bent the wrong way for a second. Made it to the office but was hobbled most of the rest of the week, intermittently and without warning. An elastic bandage offered some support and was appropriately itchy. No swelling or bruising visible. Took some Advil.
Hand/Wrist:
Reached and twisted to grasp something heavy (cast iron skillet) and did some kind of Inner Ligament Damage to palm and wrist. Kept washing dishes.
Neck:
Fell asleep on the train after a tedious day on Thursday and awoke with a stiff neck. By Friday morning experienced tightness on both sides and middle of neck. Applied anesthetic patches and toughed it out all day Saturday but was hampered in doing chores. Four glasses of wine proved beneficial last night - pain greatly diminished, but left side of neck esp. painful this morning.
Ears/Head:
Endured listening to this on Sunday radio as was otherwise engaged and couldn't change the station. Significant psych damage done in relatively short period.
updates on several fronts
What's going on in Tuvalu?
I know you are wondering...so, let's see...
Oldest is very busy all the time: painting for one household, washing windows someplace else, doing airport runs for another guy he works for and spending weekends with his girlfriend.
Youngest is well! He is in his fourth month of treatment with a new medication and has not had pneumonia since January and not been on steroids all winter and told me, the other day, that he is breathing better than he has ever breathed IN HIS WHOLE LIFE, which I believe as he has had asthma symptoms since he was 12 weeks old. For the record: I am wary of this medication but agreed that another year of steroids and hospital visits weren't going to do him any good either.
Middle is hard at work on his Freshman Project, possibly the first Freshman Project to be done as a collaborative effort at Middle's Art School. In the past, freshman complete their first year by doing a short film on their own but Middle and his mates (like the use of "mates" there?) persuaded their professor to let the four of them work together on a Freshman Project. Middle wrote some of the script, will be directing some of it and will also be the Camera Operator and, together, they will produce a much longer film than has, historically, been made before.
K has, just about, finished his Spring Project and is cooking tomorrow for friends. This is one of the first weekends he isn't working (I'm not complaining, I promise).
Me? I've been working hard! Today I scheduled meetings for a consultant who's going to visit our office - 24 meetings, over three days! It was challenging.
Yesterday there was a celebration for a fellow who has worked there for 30 years. My boss made a heartfelt speech and there was a wonderfully funny and warm powerpoint presentation and then the celebrant had some words to say.
He spoke so genuinely about why he had stayed 30 years and summed up, so beautifully, what makes it wonderful to work where we do that I found myself tearing up.
I've been so busy lately that I'd forgotten some of the things I love about being at work. All of a sudden everyone was toasting this fellow and thinking about how wonderful it is to be at our company and, well - you'd tear up too.
It's been a good week - a long week, and we have friends coming to dinner tomorrow night.
Sadly, it's gotten cold again.
Happily, we can have a fire in the fireplace.
Anon.
I know you are wondering...so, let's see...
Oldest is very busy all the time: painting for one household, washing windows someplace else, doing airport runs for another guy he works for and spending weekends with his girlfriend.
Youngest is well! He is in his fourth month of treatment with a new medication and has not had pneumonia since January and not been on steroids all winter and told me, the other day, that he is breathing better than he has ever breathed IN HIS WHOLE LIFE, which I believe as he has had asthma symptoms since he was 12 weeks old. For the record: I am wary of this medication but agreed that another year of steroids and hospital visits weren't going to do him any good either.
Middle is hard at work on his Freshman Project, possibly the first Freshman Project to be done as a collaborative effort at Middle's Art School. In the past, freshman complete their first year by doing a short film on their own but Middle and his mates (like the use of "mates" there?) persuaded their professor to let the four of them work together on a Freshman Project. Middle wrote some of the script, will be directing some of it and will also be the Camera Operator and, together, they will produce a much longer film than has, historically, been made before.
K has, just about, finished his Spring Project and is cooking tomorrow for friends. This is one of the first weekends he isn't working (I'm not complaining, I promise).
Me? I've been working hard! Today I scheduled meetings for a consultant who's going to visit our office - 24 meetings, over three days! It was challenging.
Yesterday there was a celebration for a fellow who has worked there for 30 years. My boss made a heartfelt speech and there was a wonderfully funny and warm powerpoint presentation and then the celebrant had some words to say.
He spoke so genuinely about why he had stayed 30 years and summed up, so beautifully, what makes it wonderful to work where we do that I found myself tearing up.
I've been so busy lately that I'd forgotten some of the things I love about being at work. All of a sudden everyone was toasting this fellow and thinking about how wonderful it is to be at our company and, well - you'd tear up too.
It's been a good week - a long week, and we have friends coming to dinner tomorrow night.
Sadly, it's gotten cold again.
Happily, we can have a fire in the fireplace.
Anon.
even though it's Wednesday
Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could. Some blunders and absurdities have crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day. You shall begin it serenely and with too high a spirit to be encumbered with your old nonsense.
– Ralph Waldo Emerson
I read this last night, on a blog, and was amazed that I hadn't read it before.
I need to print it out and hang it near my desk. (In a spot where only I can see it.)
I was a couple of hours into my day yesterday when Youngest called. He had fallen in gym class and the school nurse was pretty sure his wrist was broken. I made some arrangements, ran home, ran him to the doctor and was pretty sure it was his arm that was broken. It looks miserable but it is intact! (Yes, I can read x-rays.)
K made us a wonderful dinner (pasta, sausage, asparagus, sun-dried tomato) and then I sat with my laptop crying over this. Or maybe it was my post about about a car...I don't remember now.
It's shaping up to be a sentimental week - I did a small kindness for someone who has a job like mine (at a well-known high-end luxury brand) and she surprised me by sending a black velvet bag full of beautiful cosmetics. It was stunning. I was stunned.
Now it's Wednesday - and Survivor is on tonight and mom is bringing dinner.
– Ralph Waldo Emerson
I read this last night, on a blog, and was amazed that I hadn't read it before.
I need to print it out and hang it near my desk. (In a spot where only I can see it.)
I was a couple of hours into my day yesterday when Youngest called. He had fallen in gym class and the school nurse was pretty sure his wrist was broken. I made some arrangements, ran home, ran him to the doctor and was pretty sure it was his arm that was broken. It looks miserable but it is intact! (Yes, I can read x-rays.)
K made us a wonderful dinner (pasta, sausage, asparagus, sun-dried tomato) and then I sat with my laptop crying over this. Or maybe it was my post about about a car...I don't remember now.
It's shaping up to be a sentimental week - I did a small kindness for someone who has a job like mine (at a well-known high-end luxury brand) and she surprised me by sending a black velvet bag full of beautiful cosmetics. It was stunning. I was stunned.
Now it's Wednesday - and Survivor is on tonight and mom is bringing dinner.
the internet is...well, you know...
Wonder of wonders. A collection a day.
So much to see!
I thought it was called Sock Fetish. You don't want to google Sock Fetish. It's called Sock Dreams and it is the place for socks. (I, kind of, have a thing for socks.)
Fashion. For Nerds. Punctuation? By me.
Levis. Tried. True...and maybe for me.
Oh, if only I could link to the pictures I've just seen of my cousin's sweetsweetsweet baby F! She's a wee tiny adorable girl! You'll have to take my word for it.
He's been away for a while, but he's back.
I've never emailed her but I'm (still) here cheering her on.
Ooh!
OH!
Sigh. I'm enjoying this.
Our lives could not be more different. I love Rae and her beautiful children and dear husband and peace-filled community.
So much to see!
I thought it was called Sock Fetish. You don't want to google Sock Fetish. It's called Sock Dreams and it is the place for socks. (I, kind of, have a thing for socks.)
Fashion. For Nerds. Punctuation? By me.
Levis. Tried. True...and maybe for me.
Oh, if only I could link to the pictures I've just seen of my cousin's sweetsweetsweet baby F! She's a wee tiny adorable girl! You'll have to take my word for it.
He's been away for a while, but he's back.
I've never emailed her but I'm (still) here cheering her on.
Ooh!
OH!
Sigh. I'm enjoying this.
Our lives could not be more different. I love Rae and her beautiful children and dear husband and peace-filled community.
girls in glasses
I'm seeing my glasses all over the place...
maybe not my actual glasses, from Positano and Marni - but the same kind of eyeglasses.
Just a few short months ago it was unusual to see girls in glasses like mine...
I'll bet, in another few months, they will be common.
And THAT is my haircut!
Pictures from here, and here, and GOODNESSIDON'TKNOWWHEREELSE.
presently
I am addicted to:
Stacy's Pita Chips. (Breakfast, lunch, dinner, it doesn't matter - I'll eat them.)
Having the windows open. (We are in a warm spell.)
Nail polish. (Well, maybe not addicted, but enthralled.)
Style blogs. (Can't stop reading.)
That new L'Oreal no-sulfate shampoo which I can't remember the name of and am not getting up and looking for right now but which I like an awful lot and which leaves my hair feeling cleancleanclean without feeling chemically. Ish.
I am avoiding:
Sorting the receipts for the accountant.
Wearing heavy sweaters.
Posting! I start and stop posts all the time but cannot seem to get it together to post anything!
But I'm interested in:
That new product line of L'Oreal's which has no sulfates. I'd like to buy the conditioner but must first finish the hair products in my shower.
So, I'm sitting here listening to our Victrola - except it isn't a Victrola per se. It's a Sonora.
I'm listening to Rhapsody in Blue, and, let me tell you, this is THE way to hear it. It's all full of crackles and breaths and loud silence.
I've had a hard time being motivated to post. No reason in particular, though life does keep me busy.
My boss is away but I have plenty to do in his absence.
At home I've vacuumed and cleaned and laundered and we took a trip to the garden center this morning and, for the first time ever, purchased actual shade-loving plants for our garden. Ever-hopeful, we are guardedly optimistic. (We are plant murderers, I tell you.)
Last night we took my mom out to dinner for her birthday. It was probably the first time she and all of we were together in a long time - someone is always missing! We went to the new, two story, diner and were slightly disappointed that there was very little "diner" food. And, by diner food I mean: roast turkey dinner, a club sandwich, roast beef dinner, meatloaf. They had fancied up the menu and that wasn't what we went for! Never mind. Some had burgers, mom had a big salad and Oldest was the funniest of us all. First he ordered an Irish Coffee. We raised our eyebrows. Who drinks Irish Coffee with dinner? But Oldest had a plan. Week after week, night after night, when I am weary and not feeling like cooking, Oldest will beg for pancakes. Pancakes for dinner are reserved for evenings that K is not home - he doesn't approve. Pancakes for breakfast are not, in Oldest's opinion, the same thing. Night after night, week after week, I did not make them for him. And so, last night, he wanted them. For dinner. But first he asked about them. There were only three in an order and Oldest felt he would not be satisfied.
Want to double-down? The waiter asked.
Yep. I'm gonna do this, Oldest told him and proceeded to polish off six huge pancakes and an entire pitcher of maple syrup.
This is going down! he warned us several times during the meal. And it did.
Middle and I wanted dessert and chose to share a piece of lemon meringue pie.
Much laughing ensued as our mouths were stuck with dense, heavy, soggy meringue.
It was that kind of laughing that makes you cry a little.
Tonight? Country ribs.
The smoke in the yard smells great, the garden has mulch, the loo is shiny and....
Stacy's Pita Chips. (Breakfast, lunch, dinner, it doesn't matter - I'll eat them.)
Having the windows open. (We are in a warm spell.)
Nail polish. (Well, maybe not addicted, but enthralled.)
Style blogs. (Can't stop reading.)
That new L'Oreal no-sulfate shampoo which I can't remember the name of and am not getting up and looking for right now but which I like an awful lot and which leaves my hair feeling cleancleanclean without feeling chemically. Ish.
I am avoiding:
Sorting the receipts for the accountant.
Wearing heavy sweaters.
Posting! I start and stop posts all the time but cannot seem to get it together to post anything!
But I'm interested in:
That new product line of L'Oreal's which has no sulfates. I'd like to buy the conditioner but must first finish the hair products in my shower.
So, I'm sitting here listening to our Victrola - except it isn't a Victrola per se. It's a Sonora.
I'm listening to Rhapsody in Blue, and, let me tell you, this is THE way to hear it. It's all full of crackles and breaths and loud silence.
I've had a hard time being motivated to post. No reason in particular, though life does keep me busy.
My boss is away but I have plenty to do in his absence.
At home I've vacuumed and cleaned and laundered and we took a trip to the garden center this morning and, for the first time ever, purchased actual shade-loving plants for our garden. Ever-hopeful, we are guardedly optimistic. (We are plant murderers, I tell you.)
Last night we took my mom out to dinner for her birthday. It was probably the first time she and all of we were together in a long time - someone is always missing! We went to the new, two story, diner and were slightly disappointed that there was very little "diner" food. And, by diner food I mean: roast turkey dinner, a club sandwich, roast beef dinner, meatloaf. They had fancied up the menu and that wasn't what we went for! Never mind. Some had burgers, mom had a big salad and Oldest was the funniest of us all. First he ordered an Irish Coffee. We raised our eyebrows. Who drinks Irish Coffee with dinner? But Oldest had a plan. Week after week, night after night, when I am weary and not feeling like cooking, Oldest will beg for pancakes. Pancakes for dinner are reserved for evenings that K is not home - he doesn't approve. Pancakes for breakfast are not, in Oldest's opinion, the same thing. Night after night, week after week, I did not make them for him. And so, last night, he wanted them. For dinner. But first he asked about them. There were only three in an order and Oldest felt he would not be satisfied.
Want to double-down? The waiter asked.
Yep. I'm gonna do this, Oldest told him and proceeded to polish off six huge pancakes and an entire pitcher of maple syrup.
This is going down! he warned us several times during the meal. And it did.
Middle and I wanted dessert and chose to share a piece of lemon meringue pie.
Much laughing ensued as our mouths were stuck with dense, heavy, soggy meringue.
It was that kind of laughing that makes you cry a little.
Tonight? Country ribs.
The smoke in the yard smells great, the garden has mulch, the loo is shiny and....
Help me Obi Wa...Poppy! you're my only hope!*
Dear Poppy,
I have two (possibly three) skincare issues that I need help with and I'm turning to you for product advice.
First, my neck. Poppy, my neck is getting saggy! I think it's starting at my jawline and moving downward to my neck. What do I need? I'm a drugstore/supermarket shopping gal and am overwhelmed with the choices available to me in the $20 range.
Do I need this stuff?
How silly would I feel using roll-on on my neck? I don't like the word "massaging" and if this thing vibrates I'LL DIE.
What about this?
Do I use it in the morning? At night?
Is this stuff better?
The HECK?!
Okay. Problem area number two: my eyes are puffy when I wake up in the morning.
I'm thinking I need help with this...I've been ignoring the "delicate" eye area my whole life and I'm sure I should have been doing SOMETHING before this.
So, remember - from the drugstore (not that I wouldn't love to shop at Nordstrom for these products, but I don't have the budget) what would you recommend?
Look! Another roll-on! I will admit that I don't mind the idea of not touching the product with my fingers, but it's not a deal breaker.
Do I need a two-step product (one step for de-puffing and one step for fine lines)?
Do I even HAVE fine lines?
I don't know - and I'm not willing to look at my face with a magnifying mirror, thank you very much.
I'm not married to these product choices and should point out that I have, in the past, been sensitive to something in the Olay product line that made me itchy. If you have an idea from another line I'm open to suggestions!
And, I'll warn you ahead of time - I'm nearly out of cleanser, so if you would like to recommend something for me to wash my face with too, I'd appreciate it.
Any questions?
You know where to find me!
xo
bb
*I'm sure there are others out there with sound advice re my skin care, let me know what you think!
I have two (possibly three) skincare issues that I need help with and I'm turning to you for product advice.
First, my neck. Poppy, my neck is getting saggy! I think it's starting at my jawline and moving downward to my neck. What do I need? I'm a drugstore/supermarket shopping gal and am overwhelmed with the choices available to me in the $20 range.
Do I need this stuff?
How silly would I feel using roll-on on my neck? I don't like the word "massaging" and if this thing vibrates I'LL DIE.
What about this?
Do I use it in the morning? At night?
Is this stuff better?
The HECK?!
Okay. Problem area number two: my eyes are puffy when I wake up in the morning.
I'm thinking I need help with this...I've been ignoring the "delicate" eye area my whole life and I'm sure I should have been doing SOMETHING before this.
So, remember - from the drugstore (not that I wouldn't love to shop at Nordstrom for these products, but I don't have the budget) what would you recommend?
Look! Another roll-on! I will admit that I don't mind the idea of not touching the product with my fingers, but it's not a deal breaker.
Do I need a two-step product (one step for de-puffing and one step for fine lines)?
Do I even HAVE fine lines?
I don't know - and I'm not willing to look at my face with a magnifying mirror, thank you very much.
I'm not married to these product choices and should point out that I have, in the past, been sensitive to something in the Olay product line that made me itchy. If you have an idea from another line I'm open to suggestions!
And, I'll warn you ahead of time - I'm nearly out of cleanser, so if you would like to recommend something for me to wash my face with too, I'd appreciate it.
Any questions?
You know where to find me!
xo
bb
*I'm sure there are others out there with sound advice re my skin care, let me know what you think!
Blood Bath and Beyond
That's what we call it at my house - and that's who sent us a circular last night when we were way too tired and giddy to peruse it. (Do people still say giddy? Or even type it?)
Anyhow - I know you'd like to see my favorite items, wouldn't you?
Fine.
You have the added benefit of seeing my ten-o'clock-at-night-wine-labored-scrawl. (I know, I seem to be somewhat incoherent now as well!)
Can I just say? That duvet is heinous.
There's two things I have to say about this next one:
1. Obviously, the previous incarnation of SPACE BAGS, with only ONE zipper? Proved to be a problem. I am overjoyed that they've corrected the situation.
2. How happy are we that the TURBO VALVE sucks out air 35% faster? We're happy. Middle and me are thrilled! Because, if there's one thing WE don't want to spend more time doing, it's vacuuming out our SPACE BAGS. 35% is exactly how much FASTER we need them to BE.
Who could have imagined a cutting board made of flax seeds? There's so much I could say but I will restrain myself and simply point out that it is also available in green.
Sure, the rack is great! GREAT! But, the real tip here is the bottle storage. Upside down! For 35% faster shampoo delivery! Stop wasting time squeezing bottles which have been stored upright. YOU FOOL. (Clearly, I do not know how to spell that word.)
Don't those rocks look SO REAL? You would never even KNOW they ARE rocks, would you?
I mean, aside from the giant solar panels and the hugeass lights? Nah. Perfectly natural looking. (As an aside: is there anything wrong with having a light fixture in your garden that actually LOOKS like a light fixture? I didn't think so.)
Oh, and, off to the side of that page was the Yankee Candle scent of the month. You know how I feel about Yankee Candles, right? Sadly, this month's scent, Pineapple Cilantro, leaves me feeling just a little WTF.
Yep. Bugs, NO. More. Bugs. Anywhere. Got it? (Also, who's spilling stuff all the time? This catalogue had a dozen things for dealing with spills...what's up with that?)
I may have to call bullshit on this product. I think anyone who has fashioned a "hooking device" from one of those dry-cleaner hangers and gone at a sink clog will tell you that you have to remove the stopper and that that tiny wire is not going to do the job. Glad it has a storage hook though.
I'd have to see this IRL. It *could* be okay. Not sure, but I do love the whole organizer thing. Let's ignore the fact that we can wear it on our belt, shall we?
Don't most of us have a tacit agreement that we aren't going to discuss or even consider the filthiness of airline seats? Aren't we all, in fact, flying on the Great Airships Of Denial?
Yes. Yes we are.
Enough said.
Go ahead.
Cover it all.
Cover everything with shiny, pink, satiny, loveliness and...I'm going to stop now.
I feel a little lightheaded.
Anyhow - I know you'd like to see my favorite items, wouldn't you?
Fine.
You have the added benefit of seeing my ten-o'clock-at-night-wine-labored-scrawl. (I know, I seem to be somewhat incoherent now as well!)
Can I just say? That duvet is heinous.
There's two things I have to say about this next one:
1. Obviously, the previous incarnation of SPACE BAGS, with only ONE zipper? Proved to be a problem. I am overjoyed that they've corrected the situation.
2. How happy are we that the TURBO VALVE sucks out air 35% faster? We're happy. Middle and me are thrilled! Because, if there's one thing WE don't want to spend more time doing, it's vacuuming out our SPACE BAGS. 35% is exactly how much FASTER we need them to BE.
Who could have imagined a cutting board made of flax seeds? There's so much I could say but I will restrain myself and simply point out that it is also available in green.
Sure, the rack is great! GREAT! But, the real tip here is the bottle storage. Upside down! For 35% faster shampoo delivery! Stop wasting time squeezing bottles which have been stored upright. YOU FOOL. (Clearly, I do not know how to spell that word.)
Don't those rocks look SO REAL? You would never even KNOW they ARE rocks, would you?
I mean, aside from the giant solar panels and the hugeass lights? Nah. Perfectly natural looking. (As an aside: is there anything wrong with having a light fixture in your garden that actually LOOKS like a light fixture? I didn't think so.)
Oh, and, off to the side of that page was the Yankee Candle scent of the month. You know how I feel about Yankee Candles, right? Sadly, this month's scent, Pineapple Cilantro, leaves me feeling just a little WTF.
Yep. Bugs, NO. More. Bugs. Anywhere. Got it? (Also, who's spilling stuff all the time? This catalogue had a dozen things for dealing with spills...what's up with that?)
I may have to call bullshit on this product. I think anyone who has fashioned a "hooking device" from one of those dry-cleaner hangers and gone at a sink clog will tell you that you have to remove the stopper and that that tiny wire is not going to do the job. Glad it has a storage hook though.
I'd have to see this IRL. It *could* be okay. Not sure, but I do love the whole organizer thing. Let's ignore the fact that we can wear it on our belt, shall we?
Don't most of us have a tacit agreement that we aren't going to discuss or even consider the filthiness of airline seats? Aren't we all, in fact, flying on the Great Airships Of Denial?
Yes. Yes we are.
Enough said.
Go ahead.
Cover it all.
Cover everything with shiny, pink, satiny, loveliness and...I'm going to stop now.
I feel a little lightheaded.
Tuesday, 10:45 pm*
Where have I been, I hear you asking...why haven't I posted?
I'm sitting at the dining room table with Middle. We are choosing his courses for his sophomore year at Art School.
I've been up since five this morning, was at work at seven and am a little fried.
As for the courses: perhaps you remember the way it goes (cue dreamy music)...you look up the requirements for 2nd year art students and then fill in with electives whilst bearing in mind the number of credits in humanities which are also required but not specifically spelled out. There are courses you love the sound of but, strangely, they are only taught at nine at night on Wednesdays. There are courses you'd rather not think about (Post-Colonial Africa) but they fit perfectly into your schedule (you need three credits in the Humanities on Tuesdays before 10pm in the Spring).
What to do?
You sit with your mother and hash it out.
Then, you write it into the form to bring to the registrar and curse how small the boxes on the form are and hope you aren't closed out of Light And Diffusion For Second Year Students On Fridays In The Morning In The Spring ONLY, Section I.
In other news ~ I learned how to make one of these é, one of these ë and ¢ < that this week. Imagine needing them for the first time, on three separate occasions, in one week?
It turned very warm today. 70F warm. (Please note: I did not learn how to make the degree mark this week.) Perfect for riding on the back of a scooter with K. Perfect for not wearing an undershirt to work. Perfect for putting away the puffy coat.
Middle is nearly done with his paperwork and I have my fingers crossed that he will be able to meet with an adviser tomorrow to finalize the plan we have made....
Goodnight.
*Of course, we realize, this morning, that the beauty part of Art School is that the professors are all working artists - and the good ones work until 5 or 6 or 7 at night and THEN teach.
I'm sitting at the dining room table with Middle. We are choosing his courses for his sophomore year at Art School.
I've been up since five this morning, was at work at seven and am a little fried.
As for the courses: perhaps you remember the way it goes (cue dreamy music)...you look up the requirements for 2nd year art students and then fill in with electives whilst bearing in mind the number of credits in humanities which are also required but not specifically spelled out. There are courses you love the sound of but, strangely, they are only taught at nine at night on Wednesdays. There are courses you'd rather not think about (Post-Colonial Africa) but they fit perfectly into your schedule (you need three credits in the Humanities on Tuesdays before 10pm in the Spring).
What to do?
You sit with your mother and hash it out.
Then, you write it into the form to bring to the registrar and curse how small the boxes on the form are and hope you aren't closed out of Light And Diffusion For Second Year Students On Fridays In The Morning In The Spring ONLY, Section I.
In other news ~ I learned how to make one of these é, one of these ë and ¢ < that this week. Imagine needing them for the first time, on three separate occasions, in one week?
It turned very warm today. 70F warm. (Please note: I did not learn how to make the degree mark this week.) Perfect for riding on the back of a scooter with K. Perfect for not wearing an undershirt to work. Perfect for putting away the puffy coat.
Middle is nearly done with his paperwork and I have my fingers crossed that he will be able to meet with an adviser tomorrow to finalize the plan we have made....
Goodnight.
*Of course, we realize, this morning, that the beauty part of Art School is that the professors are all working artists - and the good ones work until 5 or 6 or 7 at night and THEN teach.
the internet is a vast and open...style blogs I heart
Did you know that my pal Poppy has launched a new blog? She has. She is dispensing invaluable information and is spot on on everything she looks at/discusses/tell us. And I'd say that even if she wasn't one of my nearest/dearest.
She's The Beauty Boomer now and she's a genius.
I'm addicted to Valet.. Wonderful stuff, well edited.
Loving TheStyleBlogger. He's a regular guy with perfect taste!
Is India Knight a style blogger? Kinda. Great stuff anyway.
A Continuous Lean always leaves me wanting to read more. Sigh.
Face Goop is tremendous fun.
Finally - JJJJound.
That ought to hold you for a while.
She's The Beauty Boomer now and she's a genius.
I'm addicted to Valet.. Wonderful stuff, well edited.
Loving TheStyleBlogger. He's a regular guy with perfect taste!
Is India Knight a style blogger? Kinda. Great stuff anyway.
A Continuous Lean always leaves me wanting to read more. Sigh.
Face Goop is tremendous fun.
Finally - JJJJound.
That ought to hold you for a while.
recent obsessions
Ready?
set -
GO.
These win.
With socks - slouchy socks.
If you misunderstand and are thinking ugh, sandals and socks! you haven't looked at enough magazines.
Socks. Slouchy socks. I cannot explain further and will endeavor to photograph my feet.
(Not easy.)
Wolford chiffon socks. The pinnacle of luxury, Wolford legwear.
I fear the shoe business is not done, however, and have mine eye on these
or these
and like the first better but they are three times the price. Woe is me.
Bags.
I'm obsessing over bags too as the etsy one I got last summer has, I think, fallen apart.
It must be cross-body.
Not too large.
NO
DAMN
VELCRO
I've looked from high to low and am now hoping last year's has not fallen apart.
Tough to show bags underwater, isn't it?
This from here -
Coincidentally.
Isn't that a wonderful thing on her head? I've always been obsessed with head-bands like that. I've told you, though, that I cannot wear head-bands as my head is TOO SMALL and they fall off. Still.
Also, don't you think that is the kind of fashion detail that looks great in a fashion photo and then if you, for example, were to wear it out in the world with your regular life (I'm only sayin) people (like your husband, for example) might be all: what the hell do you have wrapped around your head?
Which, for me, would totally ruin my fashion moment.
One must be brave.
And I could be - and then I might be shot for -
WHAT DO I HAVE TO DO? STAND AROUND ON THE CORNER? MUST I DRAW HIM A FEKKING MAP?!
I like this dress but it reminds me, distinctly, of my grandmother's truss.
Here's a story about my friend J at work - whom I adore.
I was contemplating the purchase of socks and mentioned to her that I *might* go over to American Apparel to see what they have. She is German and very dry and has a wonderful accent and said with a sigh: Ach. American Apparel. It is not a store. It is a theme park. What is the theme? The theme is: I am a twenty two year-old Eastern European. And who needs that?
Yesterday she told me: Dealing with postal workers is like watching performance art. It means nothing. You just watch it.
Well, J is moving house and was telling me that she disposed of her terry-cloth towels a few years ago as she favors Turkish linen.
Meet my latest obsession:
set -
GO.
These win.
With socks - slouchy socks.
If you misunderstand and are thinking ugh, sandals and socks! you haven't looked at enough magazines.
Socks. Slouchy socks. I cannot explain further and will endeavor to photograph my feet.
(Not easy.)
Wolford chiffon socks. The pinnacle of luxury, Wolford legwear.
I fear the shoe business is not done, however, and have mine eye on these
or these
and like the first better but they are three times the price. Woe is me.
Bags.
I'm obsessing over bags too as the etsy one I got last summer has, I think, fallen apart.
It must be cross-body.
Not too large.
NO
DAMN
VELCRO
I've looked from high to low and am now hoping last year's has not fallen apart.
Tough to show bags underwater, isn't it?
This from here -
Coincidentally.
Isn't that a wonderful thing on her head? I've always been obsessed with head-bands like that. I've told you, though, that I cannot wear head-bands as my head is TOO SMALL and they fall off. Still.
Also, don't you think that is the kind of fashion detail that looks great in a fashion photo and then if you, for example, were to wear it out in the world with your regular life (I'm only sayin) people (like your husband, for example) might be all: what the hell do you have wrapped around your head?
Which, for me, would totally ruin my fashion moment.
One must be brave.
And I could be - and then I might be shot for -
WHAT DO I HAVE TO DO? STAND AROUND ON THE CORNER? MUST I DRAW HIM A FEKKING MAP?!
I like this dress but it reminds me, distinctly, of my grandmother's truss.
Here's a story about my friend J at work - whom I adore.
I was contemplating the purchase of socks and mentioned to her that I *might* go over to American Apparel to see what they have. She is German and very dry and has a wonderful accent and said with a sigh: Ach. American Apparel. It is not a store. It is a theme park. What is the theme? The theme is: I am a twenty two year-old Eastern European. And who needs that?
Yesterday she told me: Dealing with postal workers is like watching performance art. It means nothing. You just watch it.
Well, J is moving house and was telling me that she disposed of her terry-cloth towels a few years ago as she favors Turkish linen.
Meet my latest obsession:
now without html!
That's a nice blouse and I guess you don't have to iron it!
If you wore it once, you shouldn't wear it again.
Bon mots from my mother.
So, I'm watching Survivor!
I like that the challenges are vintage - great idea.
I got my third pair of shoes today, speaking of vintage: Kork-Ease!
I had a pair when I met K and that was a long long time ago. Hence the words of wisdom from my mother (who brought over a fabulous meat loaf tonight).
The Survivors do yoga on the beach while Russell looks for the Immunity Idol? Some things never change.
He finds it while they do the warrior pose.
Don't you love hearing Jeff shout C'mon in guys?
Oooh. Cerie's been voted out.
Frankly, I was surprised she lasted as long as she did last time...it's time for a challenge! It's a chocolate challenge!
James gets hurt, his knee pops out and the Australian medical lady sounds so lovely.
I'm such a sucker for accents, I'll tell you whut.
Wow! An amazing shot wins the reward! (Was that Jeri? Is that her name?)
Russell and Pavarti bond over chocolate but Russell wants Coach on his side.
James comes back to camp! It's a big deal!
He's hobbling but doing well enough to be in camp.
Hey, Candice says James is dead weight and has to go. I think I don't like her.
Ya know the commercial for Clash of the Titans? When the guy says: Release the Kraken!?
We want to know: where do they KEEP the Kraken before they release him?
I missed some other dramatic event whilst telling my mom about the giant woman who sat next to me on the train (who was impeccably dressed and happy and nice and made a lovely impression on me - which I was surprised about, and have no idea why, but, seriously, she was nearly seven feet tall...[run on much?])
The puzzle on Survivor appears to be a Tetris-style puzzle. Does Mom know what Tetris is?
Of course! I'm not that old.
It's a very screamy challenge.
Villains win immunity.
(I can't quite figure which team I'd vote for.)
Are they going to vote James out?
Will I keep tonight's shoes?
Could the women on this show look any skinnier?
There's a little skirmish over voting for James. People are discussing strategies in the game, which I think is unusual.
Tom does some politicking.
James does some lobbying.
Tom goes...which bring a gasp from the crowd (okay, from the group in my living room).
I am still, sort of, kind of, catching a cold. Can that be? I have a scratchy throat and itchy ears and a headache. I keep taking Oscillococcinum and it keeps going away but it's been a couple of weeks. Now I'm going to stop taking Oscillococcinum and let myself catch the damn cold.
I think you are all caught up now.
If you wore it once, you shouldn't wear it again.
Bon mots from my mother.
So, I'm watching Survivor!
I like that the challenges are vintage - great idea.
I got my third pair of shoes today, speaking of vintage: Kork-Ease!
I had a pair when I met K and that was a long long time ago. Hence the words of wisdom from my mother (who brought over a fabulous meat loaf tonight).
The Survivors do yoga on the beach while Russell looks for the Immunity Idol? Some things never change.
He finds it while they do the warrior pose.
Don't you love hearing Jeff shout C'mon in guys?
Oooh. Cerie's been voted out.
Frankly, I was surprised she lasted as long as she did last time...it's time for a challenge! It's a chocolate challenge!
James gets hurt, his knee pops out and the Australian medical lady sounds so lovely.
I'm such a sucker for accents, I'll tell you whut.
Wow! An amazing shot wins the reward! (Was that Jeri? Is that her name?)
Russell and Pavarti bond over chocolate but Russell wants Coach on his side.
James comes back to camp! It's a big deal!
He's hobbling but doing well enough to be in camp.
Hey, Candice says James is dead weight and has to go. I think I don't like her.
Ya know the commercial for Clash of the Titans? When the guy says: Release the Kraken!?
We want to know: where do they KEEP the Kraken before they release him?
I missed some other dramatic event whilst telling my mom about the giant woman who sat next to me on the train (who was impeccably dressed and happy and nice and made a lovely impression on me - which I was surprised about, and have no idea why, but, seriously, she was nearly seven feet tall...[run on much?])
The puzzle on Survivor appears to be a Tetris-style puzzle. Does Mom know what Tetris is?
Of course! I'm not that old.
It's a very screamy challenge.
Villains win immunity.
(I can't quite figure which team I'd vote for.)
Are they going to vote James out?
Will I keep tonight's shoes?
Could the women on this show look any skinnier?
There's a little skirmish over voting for James. People are discussing strategies in the game, which I think is unusual.
Tom does some politicking.
James does some lobbying.
Tom goes...which bring a gasp from the crowd (okay, from the group in my living room).
I am still, sort of, kind of, catching a cold. Can that be? I have a scratchy throat and itchy ears and a headache. I keep taking Oscillococcinum and it keeps going away but it's been a couple of weeks. Now I'm going to stop taking Oscillococcinum and let myself catch the damn cold.
I think you are all caught up now.
hits and misses from Old Navy
I went shopping last weekend.
I had to return some items which included two pair of jeans from Old Navy.
I know, I KNOW, everyone had very sound advice regarding jeans, but I wanted to start at the bottom and work my way up. (I do, however, truly appreciate all the fabulous information my jeans-query dug up! The only jeans that I will probably NOT try are the Not Your Daughter's Jeans jeans as I do not have the immediate need for a form-changing pair of jeans.)
Anyway!
Here I've been singing the praises of Old Navy jeans to anyone who asks me and it turns out that they do NOT make a jean that I can wear. Or, more accurately, I can wear some of their jeans but should not.
Everything at Old Navy was $10, $15 and $20 last weekend (and probably this week too) and I got a couple of things.
But there were some dangerous options available too...I'm just sayin -
Do you see this?
NO ONE can wear this.
No one we KNOW IRL, that is.
Do not be fooled into thinking you could throw a shrug on over this and slip on a pair of heels and sit out by the pool.
That isn't your life. (Unless you are a Real Housewife Of Wherever, in which case you should call me.)
And this?
An abomination.
Walk AWAY.
10 year old girls can wear this AND they had better slip a shrug on over it.
But this, on the other hand...
This could be a handy little thing to own.
Add a scarf, cute shoes and a chunky bracelet...then TAKE OFF THE BRACELET, YOU HAVE TOO MANY ACCESSORIES ON.
And this:
A wee bit short for me, but for you? Terrific!
Business casual!
Khaki! THE color of spring. (Not for me, of course, my color of spring is griege!)
Finally - the denim skirt I've been seeking! $15! ( I know it says $20 - IGNORE THAT.)
I'm planning on switching out my Old Navy brown cord skirt for this one which means I'll be wearing it at least once a week. Maybe more!
My little splurge? This.
But not in white, you silly...in GRAY.
I had to return some items which included two pair of jeans from Old Navy.
I know, I KNOW, everyone had very sound advice regarding jeans, but I wanted to start at the bottom and work my way up. (I do, however, truly appreciate all the fabulous information my jeans-query dug up! The only jeans that I will probably NOT try are the Not Your Daughter's Jeans jeans as I do not have the immediate need for a form-changing pair of jeans.)
Anyway!
Here I've been singing the praises of Old Navy jeans to anyone who asks me and it turns out that they do NOT make a jean that I can wear. Or, more accurately, I can wear some of their jeans but should not.
Everything at Old Navy was $10, $15 and $20 last weekend (and probably this week too) and I got a couple of things.
But there were some dangerous options available too...I'm just sayin -
Do you see this?
NO ONE can wear this.
No one we KNOW IRL, that is.
Do not be fooled into thinking you could throw a shrug on over this and slip on a pair of heels and sit out by the pool.
That isn't your life. (Unless you are a Real Housewife Of Wherever, in which case you should call me.)
And this?
An abomination.
Walk AWAY.
10 year old girls can wear this AND they had better slip a shrug on over it.
But this, on the other hand...
This could be a handy little thing to own.
Add a scarf, cute shoes and a chunky bracelet...then TAKE OFF THE BRACELET, YOU HAVE TOO MANY ACCESSORIES ON.
And this:
A wee bit short for me, but for you? Terrific!
Business casual!
Khaki! THE color of spring. (Not for me, of course, my color of spring is griege!)
Finally - the denim skirt I've been seeking! $15! ( I know it says $20 - IGNORE THAT.)
I'm planning on switching out my Old Navy brown cord skirt for this one which means I'll be wearing it at least once a week. Maybe more!
My little splurge? This.
But not in white, you silly...in GRAY.
things which cannot be accomplished directly following painting one's nails but which must be done the very second one has finished painting them
- Eating potato chips from the bag.
- Using the lav.
- Moving the laundry from the washing machine to the dryer.
- Putting on shoes.
- Nosepicking.
- Loading the dishwasher.
- Opening the mail.
- Kneading dough.
- Okay, I lied - I needn't knead dough right this minute, but you can imagine, can't you?
- And that's nice, isn't it? Needing to knead?
- Undoing the auto numbering key thing gives me the shits.
- I wrote that for Kim.
14. There. That's for Kim too.
15. I think my nails might be dry.
notable business, business of note, notes from business
Let me tell you: this past week, or so, I have made the kind of mistakes, at my job, that only seasoned professionals make. I have tangled with difficult co-workers (and nearly sunken to their level) I have forgotten details (and, in my defense, my days are complicated) and I have disappointed my boss (I am still tap dancing through that one).
Yes, it would seem that the planets and stars are not aligned for me.
Never mind. I will persevere. We will all be proud.
Tonight I slit my finger open on a can!
No, not the can of designer dog food - the can of baked beans!
Designer dog food? I hear you hissing...
Why yes. Shall I tell you the story?
(Cue fog and music)
A few weeks ago, Oldest and I were hanging around the kitchen just after I had given the dog a scoop (a Restoration Hardware Burnished Nickel Scoop) of dry dog food.
We noted, together, that the dog, being elderly, has, of late, had difficulty chewing her food.
Her teeth are a little wobbly, I think (I will not get close enough to know this).
Oldest made a sad face as he watched her struggle and I made a sad face watching Oldest.
He suggested we purchase canned food for her and I suggested that I might vomit if I had to feed it to her.
We agreed that, as he is an early riser, he could feed her in the morning and we could all pitch in in the evening.
I dreaded the prospect, but, last weekend, I was at the supermarket and saw this.
I will admit: the cans were so pretty that I believed the food would not smell. (And, when I say would not smell, I mean: would not smell like something that would make me vomit.)
I bought a can of Savannah Crockpot. (Imagine, if you will, that we don't own a crockpot but I bought dog food titled thusly.)
And, may I just say: the DOG nearly knocked me over when I OPENED THE CAN.
And the food? Merely smelled like food.
I sent Oldest back to the market the next day for a case of the stuff.
Sunday Brunch sounds promising, doesn't it?
I should also tell you that I have shone radiantly, this past week at work.
I thought of things that only seasoned professionals think of. I diffused a most difficult co-worker. And I remembered details my boss forgot.
All is not lost - but the road is sometimes bumpy.
I do hope that's enough metaphors for you.
Metaphors and commas.
Two of my specialities.
Yes, it would seem that the planets and stars are not aligned for me.
Never mind. I will persevere. We will all be proud.
Tonight I slit my finger open on a can!
No, not the can of designer dog food - the can of baked beans!
Designer dog food? I hear you hissing...
Why yes. Shall I tell you the story?
(Cue fog and music)
A few weeks ago, Oldest and I were hanging around the kitchen just after I had given the dog a scoop (a Restoration Hardware Burnished Nickel Scoop) of dry dog food.
We noted, together, that the dog, being elderly, has, of late, had difficulty chewing her food.
Her teeth are a little wobbly, I think (I will not get close enough to know this).
Oldest made a sad face as he watched her struggle and I made a sad face watching Oldest.
He suggested we purchase canned food for her and I suggested that I might vomit if I had to feed it to her.
We agreed that, as he is an early riser, he could feed her in the morning and we could all pitch in in the evening.
I dreaded the prospect, but, last weekend, I was at the supermarket and saw this.
I will admit: the cans were so pretty that I believed the food would not smell. (And, when I say would not smell, I mean: would not smell like something that would make me vomit.)
I bought a can of Savannah Crockpot. (Imagine, if you will, that we don't own a crockpot but I bought dog food titled thusly.)
And, may I just say: the DOG nearly knocked me over when I OPENED THE CAN.
And the food? Merely smelled like food.
I sent Oldest back to the market the next day for a case of the stuff.
Sunday Brunch sounds promising, doesn't it?
I should also tell you that I have shone radiantly, this past week at work.
I thought of things that only seasoned professionals think of. I diffused a most difficult co-worker. And I remembered details my boss forgot.
All is not lost - but the road is sometimes bumpy.
I do hope that's enough metaphors for you.
Metaphors and commas.
Two of my specialities.
random for Monday
I'm pretty sure those are my eyeglasses. Now, if only I could figure out how to artfully wrap a cardigan around my neck like that...
I've been wearing the HECK out of this cardi and I envision wearing it right through Spring. It's cheaper now but tuns out to have been a smart buy at its original price too.
We watched this episode of House the other night. It was riveting -- even more so after we drew all the House/Sherlock Holmes parallels.
I am SO confused about shoes. Wedges? Sandals? Oxfords? Today, I think oxfords. With no socks. (And THIS is funny because I was considering wedges/sandals WITH socks.
My new favorite color? Griege. It matches EVERYTHING.
I think I've mentioned that a chapter in Jen Lancaster's forthcoming book includes the story of our day at the beach. My version is good but Jen's version is hysterically funny good.
Don't expect ME to reveal the flavor of Stride's new Mega Mystery Gum. Sheesh.
I am Tatiana Romanovna. Which Bond Girl are you?
I've been wearing the HECK out of this cardi and I envision wearing it right through Spring. It's cheaper now but tuns out to have been a smart buy at its original price too.
We watched this episode of House the other night. It was riveting -- even more so after we drew all the House/Sherlock Holmes parallels.
I am SO confused about shoes. Wedges? Sandals? Oxfords? Today, I think oxfords. With no socks. (And THIS is funny because I was considering wedges/sandals WITH socks.
My new favorite color? Griege. It matches EVERYTHING.
I think I've mentioned that a chapter in Jen Lancaster's forthcoming book includes the story of our day at the beach. My version is good but Jen's version is hysterically funny good.
Don't expect ME to reveal the flavor of Stride's new Mega Mystery Gum. Sheesh.
I am Tatiana Romanovna. Which Bond Girl are you?
red carpet commentary...
...and I'll tell you right now, I'm feeling snarky.
Am pleasantly surprised by Ms. Diaz as she usually looks like an unmade bed, IMO. This is the most elegant gown I've ever seen her in.
Ms. Winslet as: The Mother Of The Groom.
I *think* I like it but it's the same exact color as her skin. Is that good? I don't know but some LIPSTICK might have helped.
I have a problem with a gown that screams: THESE ARE MY BREASTS, even IF the fabric wraps around and becomes a train.
Listen, I know all about "accentuating the positive" and we all know JLo is curvy, but this is a little extreme.
I love Mr. Ford, *in* Mr. Ford. And I love the guy behind him too.
Lovely. Unexpectedly lovely.
If it ain't broke, don't fix it.
The Queen. Beautiful.
George! With slightly longer hair. Hi George!
Sure, it's boring...isn't she 70 years old? Who's complaining?
We can always count on Ms. Streep to look, well, just *like* Ms. Streep. Elegant, understated, wonderful.
Finally:
Sarah Jessica Parker, posing with an old guy whilst wearing the headboard from a Hollywood hotel room!
The Tuvaluan broadcast of the Academy Awards was restored just a short time after the show began and we were lucky enough to be alerted by our dear pal Loretta!
Thank you, Loretta!
Am pleasantly surprised by Ms. Diaz as she usually looks like an unmade bed, IMO. This is the most elegant gown I've ever seen her in.
Ms. Winslet as: The Mother Of The Groom.
I *think* I like it but it's the same exact color as her skin. Is that good? I don't know but some LIPSTICK might have helped.
I have a problem with a gown that screams: THESE ARE MY BREASTS, even IF the fabric wraps around and becomes a train.
Listen, I know all about "accentuating the positive" and we all know JLo is curvy, but this is a little extreme.
I love Mr. Ford, *in* Mr. Ford. And I love the guy behind him too.
Lovely. Unexpectedly lovely.
If it ain't broke, don't fix it.
The Queen. Beautiful.
George! With slightly longer hair. Hi George!
Sure, it's boring...isn't she 70 years old? Who's complaining?
We can always count on Ms. Streep to look, well, just *like* Ms. Streep. Elegant, understated, wonderful.
Finally:
Sarah Jessica Parker, posing with an old guy whilst wearing the headboard from a Hollywood hotel room!
The Tuvaluan broadcast of the Academy Awards was restored just a short time after the show began and we were lucky enough to be alerted by our dear pal Loretta!
Thank you, Loretta!
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