I rather feel like expressing myself now.

Funny Face came on cable the other night and it reminded me of this epic beyond words Gap commercial.




And then it got me thinking: I really miss choreographed Gap ads.

shewz.

20 years ago today, Imelda Marcos was charged with fraud and racketeering. Proof that you can have too many shoes (1060 too many pairs, to be exact).

I find it to be no coincidence (seriously, I get mail like once a decade) that I just so happened to come home to find a Delias catalog in the mail that included many pairs I want. Badly. I thought "Who still shops at Delias? It's such a tacky teenybopper store." Apparently, I should be shopping at Delias.

Clockwise from right, Charlotte $39.50, Doc Martens $110.50, Tabitha $39.50,Lissa $39.50

Thankfully, you can afford to buy these without being indicted.

my dog ate my blog.

This is a note to all four of my dear readers who have been wondering why this blog is such a disappointment as of late. I wish I could say that I was in a third world country, helping small orphans and contracted a mysterious virus that impairs my blogging habits, but the truth is that I have been sitting around eating unhealthy amounts of bacon and watching Barefoot Contessa (Ina Garten is my role model, people. For real).

"Next, just add 6 sticks of butter and 3 cups of bacon drippings! Pop it in the oven and then pour some chocolate on top. How gorgeous is that?" Hearts.

Oh and, in case I haven't said it 12 times before, my camera has taken a one-way ticket to Deadsville (one way ticket to Deadsville? I need to get out more) . We all know a blog without a camera is like a book without pages (I cannot fathom how deep I am). After pestering my parents and preparing them elaborate meatloaf and chocolate cake dinners, they have agreed to buy me a camera for my birthday.

So, you're wondering, why should I care? This means that in one short month there will be awkward photo shoots, failed DIY projects, and baked goods galore around here. Stay tuned.

a public service announcement.

Save 57 predictable minutes of your life and look at the Project Runway collections here. Because I bet you all an ice cream cake that the finale will go like this:

Darn you, Kenley. I want to hate you, but this is so so so cute.

10:00-10:08: "OMG TODAY IS THE BIG DAY. BRYANT PARK IS MY DREAM. -TEARS-"



10:10-10:20: A model will not show up. Someone will have an emotional breakdown. Tim Gunn will make everything better. The model shows up, albeit extremely hungover. Everyone is happy.



10:25- 10:27: Heidi Klum spiels in a miniskirt.



10:30-10:45: We finally see the clothes.



10: 45- 10:57: "Impeccable taste blah blah blah slutty slutty blah blah blah ..." -Michael Kors



*We tune in*



10:59: The winner is announced (TEAM LEANNE) and I am finally free from the most uninspiring season yet. Phew.



So, please, do yourselves a favor and tune into the Presidential Debate instead. Or, if you want to really shake things up, the Phillies vs. Dodgers game. Yes, even a baseball game amuses me more than this season.

even better than the marshmallow variety.

Peeps.org is very lovely site I stumbled upon. Everything looks completely wearable and unique. Nothing costs over $65. I'm quite postive I need every single thing there. Yes, indeed.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go dig through my sofa cushions for some spare change.