AllyG: I thought it might be a good idea to have a belated Thanksgiving post. You know, what we’re thankful for and such. I have a five minute window on the computer as my son is upstairs with his dad and we’re on what we call “borrowed time”, meaning any second now I’ll hear a screech and we’ll need to rush upstairs to feed a pint size creature who treats his mom like an all-you-can-eat buffet. It’s charming, truly.
With that said, L-A may have to carry this post until I get back on the computer to write my two cents.
First up, I’m thankful for Gwen Stefani. Chicky has two kids and still has abs like this:
That’s totally what I’m going to look like in a couple of weeks. For reals. I just haven’t really had a chance to break out the ab master as of yet. Wait for it. It’s happening. You’ll all be like, “woah” and such.
I’m also thankful for the recent commentary on clogs. That’s right, I have more to add to the debate (is it even a debate? Or are we all in agreement that they suck?). Collegefashion.net has a great post on the subject here. They’ve included “Stars!” wearing le clogs.
I believe that is Mary Kate on the far right. Or is it me? That’s pretty close to what I have on right now. Shaenea Grimes (Spelling? Do I give a shit?) shows us that there is indeed something worse than her craptastic acting…her clogs.
Ah, what’s that? Yes, the screeching. L-A I hand this over to you…and I’ll hopefully be back to to judge what you have added. I kid, I kid…do I?
L-A: I’m thankful for Ally starting a post! Because while I was playing around with the blog today (it looks different!), I didn’t even get started on a post. The Shenae Grimes clogs reminded me of how she used to be in a Coffee Crisp commercial, which made me thankful for amusing Coffee Crisp commercials:
That is a dramatization of how this blog is made. (actually, that reminds me that J.Lau and I haven’t played canasta in I don’t know how long. I’m really bad at cards, but I do enjoy a game of canasta).
I’m pretty sure that Ally will be thankful for this:
I can’t be thankful because of the abuse of leggings and the sideways baseball cap. Hoards of preteen girls are probably taking scissors to their leggings and turning their caps to the side to be more like Miley. And I cringe. Because while I think that preteen girls should express themselves however they please, I would really like them to do so in pants. Repeat after me: Leggings are not pants. Leggings are not pants. How many often does this need to be said before it sinks in? I know I’m not the only one saying it.
And speaking of pants, I might have to be thankful to ideeli blog for telling me that Barbra Streisand is having an auction of all her crap. And while I do love Barbra, she had a whole lot of crap. Rooms full of wicker furniture, floral prints, and tchotchkes galore in three different homes and more pant suits than any one woman should own. Double breasted pant suits. Not unlike these:
That second suit was found on a site that was listing jackets for plus-sized women, but women of no size (plus, petite, tall, whatever) should wear a boxy, long, shapeless double-breasted jacket. They are never okay. I don’t care how famous you are or how much you spent on them. And from the auction catalogue, I’d say Babs spent a lot on double breasted pant suits in neutral shades. Shape and colour won’t kill you. I promise. Those suits make the clogs okay. Because I’d rather see clogs on a woman than a boxy, dull suit.
But there are things that Babs is selling that I’d consider dropping a couple of hundred bucks on. For example, would you hate me if I said I wanted to buy her hair?
I’m not kidding. They are selling that very wig. It doesn’t look as good as it does there, but if it were possible for a wig professional to spruce it up, then I’d be all over buying that hair. It’d totally kick the ass of my Jessica Simpson hair extensions.
