Letters to Marc Jacobs is taking a blogging break, possibly forever. Go read her last post and cry for two hours. Not that I did that or anything. I totally have a life.
As if I wasn't broken up enough, Girlshop is also shutting its cyberdoors. Definitely working on a support group for that. Definitely just proved that I don't have a life.
StyleBites describes how to save world, remain chic. Gotta love that combo.
There's a touch of royal tension over at Kingdom of Style. Queen Michelle (and I) adore a certain Dew Drop Skirt, while Queen Marie insists it's "beyond repulsive." Which side are you on?
Poetic & Chic is working a mega girlcrush on Gwen Stefani. I lean more toward Shakira in my pseudo-lesbian fantasies, but that's probably more than you wanted to know.
If the Slanket could make friends, I think it would fancy the Hoodie Chair.
And finally, Faking Good Breeding has the most detailed, comprehensive post on deodorant that this world has ever seen. That's great and all, but where were you for that particularly sweaty stretch of junior high when I didn't raise my arms for two years, huh Meg?