Good morning my little snickerdoodles, how’s every little thing? What’s been going on in your week?
In all the excitement over that “excess cleavage” yesterday I completely forgot to do a Lazy Monday Poll!
To recap from last week, it took a big girl village to help Orora find a pair of inexpensive interview shoes with a mid-heel –she went with the Bandolino “Berry”:
Jen209 planted a seed in my little noggin about a feature on Bonmarche Swimdresses, which I’m working on for either this week or next. Has anyone ever noticed how ugly most swimsuits are? Really. Wow.
On the less formal side of things, Teteatete proudly displayed her new favorite t-shirt, emblazoned with what can only be described as a Discopus (a sparkly octopus) and of course I had to have a lie down because even after the first Scotch of the day, I cannot deal with glittery cephalopods as a fashion choice (though I embrace her right to wear anything she loves that much).
Our beloved Beth just flew in from Paris (and boy are her arms tired…sorry, couldn’t resist) as we discussed her delightful experience at the Serge Lutens boutique at Les Salons du Palais Royal Shiseido, which only made me want to throttle her from jealous a TEENSYTINYWHOLELOT bit. La Petite Acadienne and Jennifer –among others– pitched in with their own trials and vials. Of course, there was a side discussion of Moroccan men (who I’ve noticed especially favor Chergui) and their hotness and enthusiasm for the big girl.
I am extremely in favor of Hot Moroccan Guys and think every girl ought to have one.
Whitney traded her man some home baked goodies for a piece of art nouveau jewelry, which is all well and good but I’m a little disappointed that “pineapple upside down cake” was, in fact, an actual cake and not some complicated bedroom maneuver.
So I’ve been thinking about this boobquake thing, and I’m torn…
On one hand, while I don’t agree that our collective milkshakes bringing the tectonic plate shifts to the yard, I can’t help but think Boobquake is just another silly excuse for girls to get their tits out, which is boring. It’s not that I’m anti-cleavage, but gratuitous rack pics are dumb, have always been dumb and will continue to be dumb in perpetua.
On the other hand, if there was a Racks for a Cause thing, I could see stripping off to my scanties for a good –and result-producing– cause. Hmm. What do you think?