Tuesday, August 3, 2010
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Friday, July 23, 2010
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Thursday, July 15, 2010
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
Monday, July 12, 2010
Thursday, July 8, 2010
- birthday tacos
- dinner at skewers in dupont
- cake, lots of cake
- maybe with a side of homemade mint chocolate chip ice cream (with home grown mint!)
- hopefully some stuffed french toast
yes, i love food.
and if the above list is not enough evidence that i love food, also note that i managed to talk michael into giving me my birthday present early and it was two cookbooks (because i honestly can never have too many). one was a vegetarian cookbook he bought for me in belgium (yes, it is all in french, but the dishes look delicious!) and the other was this little book that i've been drooling over:
like everyone else in the blogosphere, i think macarons are unbearably adorable and i secretly dream of baking them. but they are rumored to be one of the toughest baked goods to make. michael said he hoped this book would help me take that leap. i think he just wants me to make him some macarons.
you can surely expect some photos from my birthday weekend and maybe the recipe for my new favorite drink, if i can get it from michael's mom!
Sunday, July 4, 2010
Thursday, July 1, 2010
- estate sale finds
- my new vintage typewriter
- new jewelry projects
- a vintage dress refashion
Thursday, June 24, 2010
Saturday, June 19, 2010
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
wow. how did i go so long without knowing about the product that's "revolutionizing women's undergarments"? i love the woman who says "you want your jeans to show off your booty". you mean, the booty you don't have? the booty you're going to take off at the end of the day?
but my favorite quote is "booty pop panties will make you look and feel like you spent a fortune!" so when i wear booty pop, people won't think i was born with my "bootylicious booty", they'll think i spent in excess of $11,000 for plastic surgery on my butt? i'm ordering mine right now! not.
what's unnerving to me is that despite my phobia of the word "panties" i was actually less bothered by the use of that word and more bothered by the number of times the word booty was used (20+ in case you were wondering. that's a booty every 6 seconds!). what disturbed me the most though, was the popping noise used strategically throughout the commercial.
after my mom sent me a picture of the product, i didn't give it much thought. until i read this passage in david sedaris's newest book when you are engulfed in flames.
I don't recall the product's exact name, but it amounted to a fake padded butt, the shapely synthetic cheeks sewn into the lining of a generous brief. I put it on my christmas list and was given a pair by my friend Jodi, who waited a few weeks before admitting she'd actually sent me a woman's ass -- in essence, a fanny.
And so it was. But that didn't stop me from wearing it. Though pear-shaped, my artificial bottom was not without it's charms. It afforded me a confidence I hadn't felt in years and gave me an excuse to buy flattering slacks and waist-length jackets. While walking to the grocery store or post office, I'd invariably find myself passed by a stranger who'd clearly thought he was following somebody else: Little Miss January or Pamela Anderson's stunt double.My fanny kept me warm in the winter and early spring, but come hot weather it turned on me. The problem was the nylon padding, which, when coupled with a high temperature, acted much like a heating pad, causing me to sweat away what little ass I'd had in the first place. Chafed and bony, by early June my natural bottom resembled a rusted coin slot.It was fun while it lasted, but unless I tore myself away, I knew I'd be relying on prosthetics for the rest of my life. I retired my fanny to its box in the hall closet. There it called to me, sirenlike, until a houseguest arrived, a tall, forlorn-looking woman who compared her ass, and not too favorably, to a cast-iron skillet. "I've got just the thing for you," I said. It wasn't my intention to give it to her, but after she tried it on, and I saw how happy it made her, how could I not? The woman stayed with us for a week, and while I hated for her to leave, I sort of loved watching her go.