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I'm not actually here as you know, by the time you read this I could either be popping out of my skin from joy at the 'new me' or ready to run into oncoming traffic because my hair-'do' turned into a hair-'don't.' This is the gamble I am wiling to take for a few more precious years of pretty. I am tryin'. Have a great weekend and if you ever feel like sending a stranger a generous gift, uhm like me say, well the above bag has my name all over it. Just in case...
I am happy to announce after nearly a year without a haircut I will be taking a day off tomorrow, running errands and yes going under the knife, well the scissors, same thing in my opinion, just as traumatic. I have done many a hairball thing this last year, like cut my own bangs which made me resemble this fella:
After the bangs grew out (kinda) and the last of the hair dye was exorcised from my noggin' I knew it was time to go get it my hair cut when I looked in the mirror and all I saw was this:
But alas, I am going to go back to my same ol' hairdresser who doesn't know Bardot from Christie, let alone Birkin. My bang idols and hair icons. I am just going to do what any rational woman would do, close my eyes, hold me breath and cross my fingers, toes and legs and hope for some sassy results...
I grew up in the 80's, been there done that. It was HORRIFYING then, it's horrifying now. I have hemmed and hawed about whether I should voice my growing concern about a trend that is so faux pas it should warrant me being able to put the offender in either a choke hold or citizen arrest them for indecency. If YOU are an offender as well, let's just say if I could sentence you to hard time I would and you know I love you but this is unforgivable. The trend here is leggings, which in and of themselves are not bad--sleeker than sweats and you can easily eat a couple of pizza's without having to worry about cutting off circulation to your brain, (which is what happens in skinny jeans). My beef is this DO NOT and I repeat DO NOT even think of wearing said leggings with a top that hits at the waist. WHAT ARE YOU THINKING???? You obviously are not. Why not walk out naked? It's gross people! Not one of you can pull it off, not one. Even if you were as slim as Giselle you are still exposing parts of your body that I have never cared to see and trust me if you are wondering--yes your butt looks fat and so does your cookie, I am not interested. If a super model looks lame in it what makes you think you can pull this look off? When did people gain so much confidence in their body that they were willing to eschew a bottom dressing all together for a thin piece of see-thru spandex? And I have seen you EVERYWHERE--grocery stores, coffee shops, city transportation you name it. You are FREAKING me out. Okay phew, glad I got that off my chest. PLEASE NOTE I don't care if you wear leggings if you wear a top that sufficiently covers your no-no parts, k? For good measure I am going to show you some offenses if you don't think you look like this in your leggings and shirt that lands at the hip you are so delusional...
Okay this woman is an offender on a couple counts because if you are wearing these types of shoes with your leggings you are in need of a fashion intervention like stat. If you can comfortably part your bum and use it to hold you up on the subway your bottom wear is not sufficient for leaving the house.
I personally think Olivia Wilde is GORGEOUS but after seeing these shots? If she's seen them they should get her to stop the insanity. If not I have no idea what will. Oh dear. Please click for better view...
This pic below was swiped from Love, Maegan (she can show you how to wear your leggings ladies), please check out her commentary on this pic it made me spit my coffee at the screen. Note. I do see it reads 'Dance Studio' a place where you should wear leggings BUT this offender has been seen out and about more than once with this look and nowhere in the proximity of a dance studio, just sayin':
I figured you may have thought I was picking on ol' Kim K. but here's the proof that she is a repeat offender. If I can see your cellulite through your bottom wear, heck if I can see your bottom through your bottom wear, then maybe it's time to re-think the outfit, no?
This photo made me smile, but the description made me laugh:
"This lovely little dog belongs to my fashion designer friend Cynthia. I think Pinky looks exactly like Kim Novak in a technicolor Hitchcock movie sitting in this beautiful aqua chair. Pinky Novak."
The title of my post is obviously facetious as I wish this weekend could have lasted just a wee bit longer. I never did get to practice my alphabet but I shall. I did dip my pen in ink and wrote out my name and the Fancy's and my name with the Fancy's last name attached and then my name hyphenated with his last name. I realized that his surname which has the fab 'L' in it also has an 'f' and a 'y' which in calligraphy means a whole lot of messy. I announced that I would drop the 'y' and keep all the other letters which made him roll his eyes. I am serious. Messy I can not handle. Speaking of...even though the Fancy was just in town for a mere 48 hours we managed to have a gigantic fight over messy and it was an awful way to end such a great weekend. He doesn't notice the things I do but I think if he really loved me as much as he says he does he would know that my type 'a' personality does not allow for toast crumbs being left on the counter top or toothpaste stains on the white bath mat, which by the way he says I have no 'evidence' that it was him. True but from experience the dogs don't brush their teethe and I am too obsessed with clean to do that, so that leaves one person, no? Needless to say there were tears shed and even though he's messy I am still going to miss him lot's. I would have liked to end the weekend without a row but that's how it ended, again I am convinced it is something that people do to make it easier to say good bye.
I had a lot on my mind, Jules decided it was time to leave The Bright Side Project so she can concentrate on the Besotted Brand launch and truth be told I am torn up inside. I feel like I failed her by not being able to make it generate an income and we worked our TAILS off to make it a success. I have found someone that is awesome and willing to replace Jules but you know it's different when you are this far into something and now have to start from scratch. My new other half is just learning the ropes and I found after a weekend sans the computer I came back and she didn't have the interview answers for the feature Monday but didn't email Jules or text me or send smoke signals to get them. I still don't know of this writing if I will have to write and if that's the case my head will implode from sorrow because that would only make me miss Jules more but I am saving the best for last because Monday 8a.m. I get to meet my boss and have him yell at me for no reason because that's what he does and boy am I looking forward to that! It will usually mean a Sunday night where I am tossing and turning and trying to brace myself for a day of being terrorized--fun! You see the Bright Side Project and this Blahg (and you of course) are the only things that make the day job tolerable and without them I would feel like I have given in to becoming a corporate drone. I never thought about the Blahg being able to get me out of my job but I did have hopes that perhaps the BSP would be able to support me one day so I could spread sunshine but now I guess with Jules gone I am feeling like that was just a pipe dream and I may get stuck after all. So I am feeling a little off kilter today and maybe you might have felt like this at one point in your life too and I was hoping for some reassurance that this too shall past....
P.S. How cuuute is this compilation by the darling (and talented) Jesica Biel look-a-like Tali? That 1st pic? Gah!
The girls and I would like to wish you a happy weekend! Stay warm (or for those that are enjoying summer stay cool). It's supposed to rain all weekend I am in heaven. I have my rain boots and parka ready. G.G. hates the rain she thinks it's some master plan I created to get her to take a bath, Bella is oblivious (as always).
The weekend for moi:
I will be practicing my alphabet with my Michael Sull DVD that I got for Christmas and my new starter kit I got from the FABULOUS Emilie Friday.
Making tea latte's with my frother, the best! I haven't gone out for coffee/tea since it has come to live with me. A goal on my 101 in 1001 list that I can scratch off.
The Fancy has been out of town so we plan to cozy up and watch movies all weekend and we are secretly loving The Mentalist and may be renting more episodes, shhh don't tell anyone.
This recipe looks like a no brainer and everyone that tries it seems to be convinced that its the best tomato sauce ever. I believe it will be on the menu for Saturday night.
At some point I will need to do my homework for the class I am taking hosted by Holly + Leslie two ladies I admire. I am almost finished with it and it was much tougher than I anticipated.
And you? Any movies we should rent? Books or mags I need to be delving into, recipes I should be trying, classes I need to be taking? I am always all ears for suggestions...
Enjoy your weekend, I may pop in and show a pic of Emilie's kit, I LOVE it and I have a feeling you will too!
I can't decide if these are crazy or cool? Or just plain crazy cool? I am a sucker for faceted objects they feel both organic and modern. What do you think?
I've been wanting to do this for some time. Nope, not take a pic of a fern leaf but to find one and put it in an apothecary jar in my little manse. I imagined it would thrill me to no end (it has!). I love that touch of green in my hospital white apartment and the crazy modern art shape the leaves make, like an abstract drawing of a feather. I have been finding lot's of little things on our walks and bringing them home. They aren't permanent collections more like 'revolving mini exhibits'. They make me happy. It's free. It's fun. You? Do you do any collecting on your walks? If so what? I love feathers but I am too afraid to touch feathers, nope not going to happen. There's no 'good' feathers in my parts anyway...
