ain't life grand playing in the background, spining around in the dress, sweating in the heat, feeling very vogue but very silly all at the same time, loving every second of it.
Monday, February 8, 2010
i'll never forget...
ain't life grand playing in the background, spining around in the dress, sweating in the heat, feeling very vogue but very silly all at the same time, loving every second of it.
Saturday, February 6, 2010
Us
The story behind my profile picture over there -
This drawing was used in our save the dates for our wedding. The hubs grandfather was a designer in this little show called Schoolhouse Rock. He started out as an original Mad Man and worked for many well known companies in his day. Our fridge is covered with cards with drawings of himself and his wife Bernadette with well wishes that he sends to us for holidays and birthdays. I always knew when we got married that we would ask him to create our announcment for our friends and family. It couldn't be more like the hubs and I treasure this image always.
Thursday, February 4, 2010
freaky friday
this closet belongs to LI LO herself. she's a shoe hoarder. among other things. good lord this is why I can't sleep at night.
maybe she should start selling them on a website like Kimmy's (via my blog crush MODG). but prob not, they prob are her only friends. besides dina.
and so these are the days of our lives...
I was so bummed to find out that Frances Reid died today. For those of you who might not know who Frances Reid is - she played the character Alice Horton from Days of our Lives. Days was my soap. My soap, my mom's soap and my beloved granma's soap. I remember my weeks during summer vacation spent with my grandparents stringing green beans (that I never ate), taking walks through the old tobacco fields, finding treasures in the old tractor shed, going to the red store for hubba bubba and always lunch then Days at 1:00.
Hope and Bo, Carrie and Lucas/Austin, Kayla and Patch, Marlena and Roman/John Black, Jennifer and Jack...the list goes on. But my favorite couple always was the grandpa and grandma Horton. Tom and Alice were the heart and soul of Salem. It may just be a soap, but it represents so much more. I miss my granma all over again. And she was just as cute as Mrs. Horton, if not cuter.
Hope and Bo, Carrie and Lucas/Austin, Kayla and Patch, Marlena and Roman/John Black, Jennifer and Jack...the list goes on. But my favorite couple always was the grandpa and grandma Horton. Tom and Alice were the heart and soul of Salem. It may just be a soap, but it represents so much more. I miss my granma all over again. And she was just as cute as Mrs. Horton, if not cuter.
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
and she did not disappoint
Last night I sat in front of the TV in a trance. Kell on Earth premiered and she my friends, did not disappoint.
The insanity that is her life unfolded before my bugged eyes and I was loving every second of it. She is rough and tough but almost every single staffer looks to her as a mother figure. Their jobs are all high stress with computer malfunctions and slackers who don't pick up the slack when they work til 1 am and freaking out over a seating chart for a fashion show. A seating chart you say, hell fu*king yes a seating chart. My job is like .004% of the stress level but it is not fashion it is geriatrics. (but I digress) Designers I have never actually heard of, but Martha and Andre and all these other fabulous people sitting under one big tent. And Kelly has it all down to a science. For example, the people from Vogue can't sit next to the people at Elle. And the people from US Weekly and Life & Style can't sit behind the socialites/famous people because they will listen on their convos. Like DUH. That is why they always take their pics from across the catwalk people! It was like the parting of the red sea. AHHHHHHH! And Kelly's daughter/mini me Ava said it best when she told her mom if she had to sit in the 3rd row she wasn't going to dress up. Because it's not even worth dressing up if you have to sit in the THIRD ROW.
My only concern is that she is besties with Ashlee Dupre...but of course she has her own rational as to why they should be friends. to each their own. She's got me by the ankle booties and I'm starting to believe it's ok. I did try to google "Kelly Cutrone's Friends" but nothing really came up. It's ok Kel, you can count on me.
The insanity that is her life unfolded before my bugged eyes and I was loving every second of it. She is rough and tough but almost every single staffer looks to her as a mother figure. Their jobs are all high stress with computer malfunctions and slackers who don't pick up the slack when they work til 1 am and freaking out over a seating chart for a fashion show. A seating chart you say, hell fu*king yes a seating chart. My job is like .004% of the stress level but it is not fashion it is geriatrics. (but I digress) Designers I have never actually heard of, but Martha and Andre and all these other fabulous people sitting under one big tent. And Kelly has it all down to a science. For example, the people from Vogue can't sit next to the people at Elle. And the people from US Weekly and Life & Style can't sit behind the socialites/famous people because they will listen on their convos. Like DUH. That is why they always take their pics from across the catwalk people! It was like the parting of the red sea. AHHHHHHH! And Kelly's daughter/mini me Ava said it best when she told her mom if she had to sit in the 3rd row she wasn't going to dress up. Because it's not even worth dressing up if you have to sit in the THIRD ROW.
My only concern is that she is besties with Ashlee Dupre...but of course she has her own rational as to why they should be friends. to each their own. She's got me by the ankle booties and I'm starting to believe it's ok. I did try to google "Kelly Cutrone's Friends" but nothing really came up. It's ok Kel, you can count on me.
Monday, February 1, 2010
okay sorry for all these video posts...
but I seriously can't get over Pink's performance from the Grammy's last night.
I couldn't really understand the words so I googled the song.
Have you ever fed a lover with just your hands?
Close your eyes and trust it, just trust it
Have you ever thrown a fist full of glitter in the air?
Have you ever looked fear in the face
And said I just don't care
It's only half past the point of no return
The tip of the ice burg
The sun before the burn
The thunder before lightning
The breathe before the fraze
Have you ever felt this way?
Have you ever hated yourself for staring at the phone?
You're whole life waiting on the ring to prove you're not alone
Have you ever been touch so gently you had to cry?
Have you ever invited a stranger to come inside?
It's only half past the point of oblivion
The hourglass on the table
The walk before the run
The breathe before the kiss
And the fear before the flames
Have you ever felt this way?
La La La La La La La La
There you are, sitting in the garden
Clutching my coffee,
Calling me sugar
You called me sugar
Have you ever wished for an endless night?
Lassoed the moon and the stars and pulled that rope tight
Have you ever held your breathe and asked yourself will it ever get better than tonight?
Tonight
I couldn't really understand the words so I googled the song.
Have you ever fed a lover with just your hands?
Close your eyes and trust it, just trust it
Have you ever thrown a fist full of glitter in the air?
Have you ever looked fear in the face
And said I just don't care
It's only half past the point of no return
The tip of the ice burg
The sun before the burn
The thunder before lightning
The breathe before the fraze
Have you ever felt this way?
Have you ever hated yourself for staring at the phone?
You're whole life waiting on the ring to prove you're not alone
Have you ever been touch so gently you had to cry?
Have you ever invited a stranger to come inside?
It's only half past the point of oblivion
The hourglass on the table
The walk before the run
The breathe before the kiss
And the fear before the flames
Have you ever felt this way?
La La La La La La La La
There you are, sitting in the garden
Clutching my coffee,
Calling me sugar
You called me sugar
Have you ever wished for an endless night?
Lassoed the moon and the stars and pulled that rope tight
Have you ever held your breathe and asked yourself will it ever get better than tonight?
Tonight
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