Or: What I Missed During My Internet-less Week
Daddy Likey named to list of Top 100 Fashion Blogs!
Life goal: Stand on the roof in SF with Jennine. Look half as cute as her.
Damnit! I just went to the future and my outfit was totally sub-par. Well, I guess I'll know for next time...
I got to know Wendy Brandes because she kept leaving comments about my posts that were way funnier than the posts themselves. I checked out her site, and it turns out she's also gorgeous and talented. I would probably hate her, if I didn't want to be her BFF.
Send my friend Lydia good juju! NOW! (Your efforts might get her book published!)
For someone I've never met, Ambika knows me too well.
And finally, I'm so glad I got my internet back, because without it, I never would have known how much I needed an eco-friendly Bill Murray tote bag!
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
Monday, November 12, 2007
Text Message From My Friend Mike That Should Become a Classic Proverb
I love socks. I love flip flops. But you have permission to have me committed if I ever leave my home combining the two.
Aaaaaannnnnd We're Back!
After what seems an eternity (eternity=1 week) of living in the stone age, I'm finally back to suckling the sweet nectar of the internet. It couldn't have come sooner either--at dinner with my mom tonight, I was griping about all of the nagging/complaints/death threats that I've received from friends and readers over the past week, and instead of providing maternal comfort, she looked up from her plate and said, "Yeah, why no new posts? It's been too damn long!"
The plural pronoun in the title ain't no lie: I've brought the Five Men along for my big comeback. If you're a new reader, I'm referring to a regular feature called Five Men's Fashion First Impressions, and you should most definitely read their intro and get all caught up so you'll know what everyone's talking about around the water cooler tomorrow!
Anyway, Queen Marie wrote a hilarious post about the...umm...unique?...purses pictured below (priced at over $500 each), and requested the men's opinions. I'm not one to defy a Queen, so let's get crackin':
Brother, age 20: Wait...that's a shoe? Umm....(scowling)...I really don't like it.
Me: Why?
Brother, age 20: Well, I'm starting to like it.
Me: What? Why?
Brother, age 20: Cuz it would stand up when you set it down!
Me: Are you serious?
Brother, age 20: LOVE IT!
Brother, age 12: (Cocks head to the side, long pause) OK...Is it a shoe or a purse or a clam? Cuz I seriously can't tell.
Father: (Laughing) That's probably one of the dumber ideas I think I've ever seen. They have succeeded in making a sow out of a silk purse...(Notices price)...Five hundred dollars??
Me: Yep.
Father: I think it should be about twice that price.
Me: Why?
Father: Because then nobody would buy it.
[Editor's Note: Someday I'll sit my dad down and gently tell him that people buy $1,000 purses, but not today.]
Brother, age 18, grumpy as hell because I got him out of bed to do this: Bag trying to be a shoe? Or shoe that looks like a bag? Fuck it, I love America but this is too much. How many trees died for these? Hate life, so tired. No more of these please.
Boyfriend: Whoa. Wait. A shoe bag? Shoe. Bag. Hmm...Is it so women can put it down on the bathroom floor and not get grossed out?
[Editor's Note: This is when I said, "Holy shit! Is it?"]
The plural pronoun in the title ain't no lie: I've brought the Five Men along for my big comeback. If you're a new reader, I'm referring to a regular feature called Five Men's Fashion First Impressions, and you should most definitely read their intro and get all caught up so you'll know what everyone's talking about around the water cooler tomorrow!
Anyway, Queen Marie wrote a hilarious post about the...umm...unique?...purses pictured below (priced at over $500 each), and requested the men's opinions. I'm not one to defy a Queen, so let's get crackin':
Brother, age 20: Wait...that's a shoe? Umm....(scowling)...I really don't like it.
Me: Why?
Brother, age 20: Well, I'm starting to like it.
Me: What? Why?
Brother, age 20: Cuz it would stand up when you set it down!
Me: Are you serious?
Brother, age 20: LOVE IT!
Brother, age 12: (Cocks head to the side, long pause) OK...Is it a shoe or a purse or a clam? Cuz I seriously can't tell.
Father: (Laughing) That's probably one of the dumber ideas I think I've ever seen. They have succeeded in making a sow out of a silk purse...(Notices price)...Five hundred dollars??
Me: Yep.
Father: I think it should be about twice that price.
Me: Why?
Father: Because then nobody would buy it.
[Editor's Note: Someday I'll sit my dad down and gently tell him that people buy $1,000 purses, but not today.]
Brother, age 18, grumpy as hell because I got him out of bed to do this: Bag trying to be a shoe? Or shoe that looks like a bag? Fuck it, I love America but this is too much. How many trees died for these? Hate life, so tired. No more of these please.
Boyfriend: Whoa. Wait. A shoe bag? Shoe. Bag. Hmm...Is it so women can put it down on the bathroom floor and not get grossed out?
[Editor's Note: This is when I said, "Holy shit! Is it?"]
Monday, November 05, 2007
Update #2
Hello Dahlings,
I've been a bit distracted lately because I've been moving into my new place! I would post some pictures but all they would show currently is a pile of clothes in the middle of my bedroom that nearly reaches the ceiling, and a broken papasan chair in the middle of an empty, white-walled living room. Not quite the height of home fashion and design. YET!
Speaking of YET!, I don't have reliable internet access YET!, so I'm typing this in the community computer lab as the man sitting next to me glares back and forth between the words Daddy Likey glowing on my screen and the notice on the wall that says "no 'adult' content material." In other news, why didn't I choose a cute little fashion-y name for my blog? Maybe Fashion Panda? God that would have been cool.
I received a slew of lovely emails over the weekend that I haven't had a chance to reply to because of this lack of internet, so if you were the author of one of them, swear you'll wait for me! Never let go! I'll get back to you soon!
Also, Alec, even if you find a coat you really like, DO NOT BUY IT. Within the next few days, so help me God, I will post my life-changing list of jacket recommendations. And if Lindsay forgot to tell you, you are dead to me.
Love and inappropriate public displays of affection,
Winona
I've been a bit distracted lately because I've been moving into my new place! I would post some pictures but all they would show currently is a pile of clothes in the middle of my bedroom that nearly reaches the ceiling, and a broken papasan chair in the middle of an empty, white-walled living room. Not quite the height of home fashion and design. YET!
Speaking of YET!, I don't have reliable internet access YET!, so I'm typing this in the community computer lab as the man sitting next to me glares back and forth between the words Daddy Likey glowing on my screen and the notice on the wall that says "no 'adult' content material." In other news, why didn't I choose a cute little fashion-y name for my blog? Maybe Fashion Panda? God that would have been cool.
I received a slew of lovely emails over the weekend that I haven't had a chance to reply to because of this lack of internet, so if you were the author of one of them, swear you'll wait for me! Never let go! I'll get back to you soon!
Also, Alec, even if you find a coat you really like, DO NOT BUY IT. Within the next few days, so help me God, I will post my life-changing list of jacket recommendations. And if Lindsay forgot to tell you, you are dead to me.
Love and inappropriate public displays of affection,
Winona
Update That My Mom Sort of Didn't Want Me to Tell You
My seventeen-year-old brother (see the post below) is actually eighteen. I totally forgot he had a birthday a couple weeks ago. Jailbait no more!
Friday, November 02, 2007
My Extremely Modest Seventeen-Year-Old Brother Is Back
Since my brother's last guest post was such a hit, I've decided to bring him back on as a regular writer. Every couple weeks, I'll give him a new beauty product that he would never in a million years choose for himself (I believe his current routine goes something like: soap.), and convince him to write a review by buying him a burger and reminding him of the ego-boosting comments his last post received.
The other day I gave him some hair gel. Here's what he wrote about it:
Having downed two cups of coffee, I knew where my next stop was going to be. I entered the public restroom and picked a urinal spaced a healthy five feet from the obese man already painfully grunting over one. Having finished, I approached the sink, but to my left I caught a glimpse of a fire I thought had gone out. In the mirror I saw for the first time the full rich brown sugar hair that I'd always longed for. It was then that I rememberd the minty goo my sister had ordered I smear into my scalp the night before.
You're probably wondering why my second guest post is also my second hair product review. Well, the answer is simple: who better to test hair care products than someone with such beautiful curly locks? For even before I was my sister's guinea pig I was engaging in exchanges like the following:
Filipino Dental Hygienist: You have really nice hair.
Me: Thank you.
PDH: Thick like my husband's.
Me: (Uncomfortable laughter)
To conclude, "Avatar Men's Cream Care" or whatever the hell it was called is a must for anyone who wants richer, fuller hair.
[Editor's note: By "Avatar Men's Cream Care" he means "Aveda Men's Pure-formance Grooming Cream" (easy mistake, I know), available here.]
And here's a picture in case you were doubting:
The boy does have good hair.
The other day I gave him some hair gel. Here's what he wrote about it:
Having downed two cups of coffee, I knew where my next stop was going to be. I entered the public restroom and picked a urinal spaced a healthy five feet from the obese man already painfully grunting over one. Having finished, I approached the sink, but to my left I caught a glimpse of a fire I thought had gone out. In the mirror I saw for the first time the full rich brown sugar hair that I'd always longed for. It was then that I rememberd the minty goo my sister had ordered I smear into my scalp the night before.
You're probably wondering why my second guest post is also my second hair product review. Well, the answer is simple: who better to test hair care products than someone with such beautiful curly locks? For even before I was my sister's guinea pig I was engaging in exchanges like the following:
Filipino Dental Hygienist: You have really nice hair.
Me: Thank you.
PDH: Thick like my husband's.
Me: (Uncomfortable laughter)
To conclude, "Avatar Men's Cream Care" or whatever the hell it was called is a must for anyone who wants richer, fuller hair.
[Editor's note: By "Avatar Men's Cream Care" he means "Aveda Men's Pure-formance Grooming Cream" (easy mistake, I know), available here.]
And here's a picture in case you were doubting:
The boy does have good hair.
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