a haiku to debra:
you sent me new clothes
when i was nearly without
i am now your slave
no joke. without debra of i dream of anthropologie, this would be a topless picture. while that would probably up my readership numbers through the stratosphere(not to toot my own horn but pregnancy has been my friend) but that's not the angle i'm going for on this blog. about a month ago the lovely debra sent me a package full of clothes that she had thrifted for me so that i could dress this pregnant belly. i've never met debra before in real life. she did this out of the blue and out of the goodness of her own heart. thank you deb for taking a chance on a kid like me. i am indebted to you.
blouse- thrifted via deb
sweater- old old old
boots- ebay steve madden
this is how i laugh. i was watching a community rerun. that show cracks me up. they are on the brink of cancellation so they are doing whatever the heck they want. and my 13 year old boy brain loves it.
both these images are from the same episode:
i saw this at target today. scarlett is never allowed to play with a ken doll that looks like this.
1. his is hair flat-ironed a la billy ray cyrus.
2. that is a woman's belt he is sporting. i'm not that progressive.
4. men in tank tops gross me out. and the fact that he is wearing a knit mugger cap with a tank top is especially disconcerting. his head is cold but his arms are not? really? pick a side ken! emo truck driver with an affinity for stealing young girls grosgrain belts just isn't working.