Will you look at this? I truly can’t decide whether the shirt or the model is most appealing!! The model kinda reminds me of my cousin, so I guess I better let that one go, heh??
The shirt, however, is a different matter entirely. The weather here has turned bitterly cold, as it has most everywhere, and we are piling on the layers! I’ve been wearing silk underthings, but these icebreaker merino tees come in so many colors and they are so much cuter than my tie-dyed silks. Even if I did do the dyeing by hand. Ok, it’s more flexible, cause my silks are pretty darn cute.
I’d like the get one in the coral and another in a bright limey green for layering. The ultra thin wool means it can be worn in summer and you’ll be cool and in winter for warmth.
Surely I am not the only woman who buys at least two of almost everything she purchases? You know you all do it, too!
Btw, sorry for my absence. Again. Every time I think I have a schedule in place, my life just refuses to cooperate and something blows up. This time it was a quick trip to the emergency room with Ken and a 3 and a half day hospital stay. Woohoo! At least I was wearing cute shoes! And I also found a new shampoo I have to tell you about eventually! But not tonight. I think it’s time for bed at 1:35 in the morning, don’t you?
First off, let’s be clear that Zafu.com doesn’t sell anything. They make all their money from advertising. What Zafu.com does is to send you to other places to buy stuff after helping you find the perfect jeans/bra/pants for you. I tried it tonight, with both jeans and bras. They did suggest the bra I normally wear (and love) but it was last on the list. I’ll have to check out their other suggestions. As for jeans, I selected the wrong answer early in the process, and I think my results were skewed from that. Unfortunately, the site works on cookies and now “my jeans” are stored until the cookie expires. Poor me, I have to “shop” again. It’s a hard life.
ETA: You can click “all about me” to re-answer the questions.
Just in case you thought I might not e qualified to post on the subject of being a clothes horse, I present to you an image of the stuff I packed for a 5 days 4 night trip. All of it got worn except for the peach tank. And I went through two shirts I got while I was there. If you look closely, you can see 4 necklaces and three pairs of high heels in addition to the clothes. And I made it all fit, plus makeup, in one small carry on and a back pack. On the way home, I added a board game in a metal box. I’m good people. Really good.
Lookie what I got in the mail yesterday! I subscribe to InStyle and one of the perks is this little 4.5 x 5.5 book with the 411 on some awesome clothes featured in their latest issues. Obviously, the entire mag will not fit in your purse, but this little thing will. Too bad have Barbie taste on a ‘fashion doll” budget, right? Cause these $260 shoes from Nordstrom are making my little plastic heart go pitter pat this morning!
I want high fashion and makeup that isn’t designed by gay men. Not that I don’t like gay men, because I do. But seriously. Gay men think other men are hot. I want straight men to think I am hot. Clearly, there is a conflict here, people.
Also, open toed shoes and thick black tights are ugly. Period. No matter who makes them.
And do not get me started on today’s runway faces. No one can pull off that much eyeliner. No one.
I want some more jeans. I really want some “Blu” jeans, but I can’t figure out where they came from, so it’s going to be a little difficult to find them. But they do fit me just right in all the right places. Alllllll the right places. Most notably my behind. That’s right. I said “my behind”. Cause it’s mighty fine and getting better every day.
At the left you see what may be my second best alternative: custom fitted St. John’s Bay jeans. I put in all my measurements, and viola, they said they could create a pair of jeans exactly my size. We’ll see about that. You know I will send them right back if they don’t!
When I was a little girl, I had a butt load of Barbie dolls. I kept them and all their clothes in a five gallon pickle bucket, and I amused myself for hours, helping that little plastic doll live a perfect life. I wanted to be Barbie back then because she had that handsome husband, and those cute little itty bitty molded hair babies. Today, I still want to be Barbie, but my reasoning has changed. Today, I’m 40-something, with a handsome husband and a passel of real-haired kids, and I still want to be Barbie because that bitch has everything.
Will you look at this? I truly can’t decide whether the shirt or the model is most appealing!! The model kinda reminds me of my cousin, so I guess I better let that one go, heh??
