jersey fresh

so i don't really watch the real housewives of new jersey unless i'm with my best friend, aubre, because the show is really not as enjoyable to me as it is to watch aubre watch the show. i mean the show is pretty good, but once you've heard aubre yell back at danielle and tell her what kind of a delusional filthy whore she is, the show on it's own is sort of a let down.
so tonight it was a super treat because not only did i get to watch it with aubre, it was the first episode of the two-part "season reunion" where all those crazy bitties sit down with uber-mo, andy, from talk back live and rehash all of the shenanigans of the past season. the evening was filled with tears, name calling, and animal print. . . and that was just aubre. the "ladies" from the show slung some grade a reality show mud as well.
i sat back with some wheat crackers and brie and a few glasses of chardonnay and watched aubre and the girls get all heated, scream, lie, and lose their mascara. all-in-all it was a good night.

the heart wants what it wants

i am really longing for a bedroom with grey walls and stark white trim. i think it would look awesome with my re-finished black painted wood furniture and my all white bedding with lime and turq accent pillows and i hate that the trim is oak here and cannot be painted.

can't you just see me luxioriating in all this grey and white decadence? i can.

one thing i learned from hollywood

so i get told alot that i look like famous people. the most common are


jude law


joel mchale



jim parsons


ryan seacrest

and what i have learned from these comparisons is:
i must have a giant forehead.

i won an emmy ... sort of.

congratulations to jim parsons from nbc's big bang theory on winning an emmy for his portrayal of sheldon cooper. my stepmother seems to think that we are twins seperated at birth. that we look and sound alike, have matched delivery and mannerisms and are basically the same person. whenever she watches this show she tells me she loves it, that sheldon is her favorite, but thinks i would be better at the part. it makes me laugh. but in some weird way, i feel connected to his emmy win tonight because of this. so, congratulations jim, and me.

for sanity's sake

it must be done. when i own a home, i will need to be sure that there is an extra bedroom adjacent to mine with accessability through either my bedroom or my master bath that serves as a dressing chamber. i have way too many clothes and a styling and re-styling habit that makes it impossible to combine a bedroom with a dressing area. these spaces need to be kept seperated. and if laundry can be contained with-in this room, all the better.

i have a weak stomach

ok. i normally admire bravo! tv for taking people who you would actually hate and exploiting them for reality tv purposes resulting in you ending up finding something about them to like. examples, all of the real housewives shows, and that guy jeff and his co-star- his lip injections- on flipping out. however, there is one instance where bravo! tv missed the mark. and that instance is rachel zoe (pronounced ZO as opposed to ZO-EE' like anyone with a brain and the resource of literacy would pronounce it).
rachel zoe's "purpose" in life is to style celebrities for red carpet events. huge WTF here because this joke-of-a-human always looks a mess. sorry, life, but i won't let a hair stylist who has bad hair touch my lockes, i won't let a mechanic who drives a ghetto-blaster work on my car, and wouldn't let someone who always looks as rough and unkempt as rachel zoe dress me ... ever. so how did she get this job? i guess the answer is "it's hollywood." i mean, mel gibson still works in a town almost entirely run by jewish moguls.
lets journey to the land of buzz words. now, i love a good buzz word. when paris hilton tried to copyright the word hot i was in heaven. the only good thing that came from christian ciriano (sp?) is the word ferosh (fah' rowsh). and as much as i think mia michaels is a total pilltard, i live for her saying a dance was gorgois (gore' zwahh). but rachel zoe's buzz words give me full-on crabs-of-the-soul. case and point: 'major.' everything good is described as major. this is major, that is major. hey rachel zoe, you're a moron. and also whenever you say ' i die!' i wish you just would already and open up your time slot on bravo! to something worthwhile.
and this is a special message to rachel zoe's -wife- i mean husband, rodger, grow a pair. first of all, the idea of you being sexually attracted to women is laughable. please continue to shoot scenes with 'your boys' (who are you? 1997's marky-mark?), aka your gays, where you all pretend to be watching and understanding a football game. next, if it upsets you so much that your wife neglects you for her work, blah, blah, wah, then either put your stiletto clad foot down, or leave her annoying ass already so you and brad (rachel zoe's big gay assistant) can finally live the truth of your manlove.
speaking of brad, it is so awesome to watch him secretly find rachel to be a total waste of humanity and pretend to care about her inane rambling. in fact every now and again he will say something is major with a twinge of disgust and loathing in his voice, as though he can feel himself selling his soul. he says "oh, that is so major" but what he means is "sign my big fat paycheck, skeletor. i'm getting famous."
i'd love to keep this rant going, but the rachel zoe project is about to come on on bravo. that's a joke, minions.

lunch

i'm hungry. can you please get in my stomach delicious tomato and mozzerella salad? mmmmmmm.

dames

i really enjoy the vintage ad artwork by c. gesmar. his work mostly was really cool 'portraits' of headlining women at the moulin rouge in paris from about 1918 through the 1930s. i have 'doriane' as pictured below hung in my room as a wonderfully oversized piece above my night stand and i would like to get her some friends from gesmar's body of work.

isn't she a beaute? in addition to getting her some friends of her own genre, i was thinking it might be cool to hang a few vintage budoir shots near by to juxtapose the fantasy with the reality. i found these broads, pictured below, online and was thinking of having them printed and framed to keep the watercolor ladies company.


and then who doesn't want a vintage pic of a kid in a paper moon with a gun?


thoughts?

gimme!!!!

so, i need a few things to get ready for fall. among them are the following items. if anyone out there in cyberworld wants to get me presents, start with these- thanks and please.

fitted plaid shirt with military styling

great v-neck sweater

super soft blue zip front hoodie

super cool black vintage looking belt

embarrassed to admit

ok, so i am embarrassed to admit it, but i really want a pair of high top sneakers. ya know? like all the kids are wearing these days. i know i could rock the look. but i can't help but feel weird about having something in common with justin beiber. although i will go up in my 9 year old neice's estimation for having anything to do with justin beiber, beiber fever, or beiberesqueness.
in any event, i will be shopping for these presently and will own a pair soon. as for now, i am in eenie meenie miney mo love with all of the following.

i feel fall about to happen.

i feel fall about to happen. the air is changing. the length and quality of daylight is changing. what's next are the leaves gonna change colors and fall from the trees?! oh, wait. that is what happens next. anyway. i am both sad to see summer go because i love it and it was a pretty good summer for me. and for that part of myself, i offer the pool below. isn't it delightful? i just wanna be there always. perhaps sitting poolside with jay gatsby and daisy in a world so perfect even its imperfections are romantic and intriguing.


but i am equally happy to see fall come because it is my most favorite season. a lot of people think of spring as the season of rebirth and new beginnings. i think of fall in this way. its sort of like wiping the slate clean and starting over. and the clothes. can we even talk about the clothes? that's the best part. layers are my fav and this is where it all begins. and for that part of myself i offer this prada camel trench. bliss. although the sleeves need serious tailoring.
anyway, enjoy.