I bought a pair of Simon Weitzman boots (black) with kitten heels for *gulp* $500. They'll last me forever though.
'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
Spike's Bitches 21 Gunn Salute
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
My fortune cookie contained no fortune. I don't know what that is supposed to mean.
Grrr. The place that we were having my mom's 60th birthday party has screwed up beyond belief. When will I learn that people are stupid and to never assume anything.
Hee, Kathy, no worries.
I have only extremes when it comes to clothing and/or shoe purchases. I'll buy things insanely cheap and on sale (and I'm really, really good at finding the bargains) or I'll spend a ton. I have $15 shoes, and $100 shoes, but I'll probably never have $40-$50 shoes.
Not as crazy as it sounds, though. For something good quality, that I adore, I'm willing to shell out the bucks. For mid-range stuff, I'm generally pretty damn sure I can find something just as good for a lot less, so I don't go there.
If I had bought a pair of Simon Weitzman boots for $500 and they didn't last forever, I'd beat Mr. Weitzman to a pulp with the kitten heels.
(Tell me to go away. I have an overdue article that I'm diligently not writing.)
Ginger, go write! (then come back)
Me? I shall lunch, then I shall take the long and perilous road to the Rexall.
Damn. I was on the road to work when Deb was on CBS.
I wonder if Aimee remembered to watch it?
along with Evangelista being WAY too effusive for such an ungodly hour,
And bear in mind, the hour was more ungodly than you think.
He started being that effusive at three-frelling-thirty A.M. Also, he kept singing a little song and doing a little dance, and I never knew the right reply. "Take it back, take it back!"
The outfit was genius in person. That's the best hair I've ever seen on Deb.
My feet are very wide with high arches and skin that blisters if you look at it funny (not to mention the crappy knees and ankles I inherited from my father), so cheap shoes are really not an option for me, ever. Arch support costs money.
(The shoes I wear every day are $225 Murtosas, and worth every penny.)
But David layered the living crap out of it, and it's unbelievably light and bouncy.
Long live the Layer! The hair looks great by the way (from what I can see on the little CBS site picture). Gorgeous color! Makes me want to go dark again.
I have haircut envy. I want Brittany's 'do, too.
Sadly, I told my stylist to give me the same cut as last time (I forgot the pictures of the new style I wanted to try) and she ended up taking WAY WAY too much off the back. It will grow out quickly, I'm sure and I can live with the results until then.
GAH! Owen has entered the clinging stage and it's driving me bugfuck. He cries when I sit him down. He cries when I lay him on the changing table to change his diaper and he cries when I sit him in his high chair. And it's not just crying, it's accompanied by a little huffy hissy fit and arching of the back. I can usually calm him down with a few low, stern words and distracting him with a toy but man, oh, man did he suddenly develop a serious 'tude.
We're showered and changed but still here (obviously). I'm printing up the patterns for the stuff we're having embroidered.