the haircut of cool kids and neurotics alike.

When I was a toddler, all of my haircut requests were denied. This is just one of the many perils of growing up with curly locks (which includes the ubiquitous "boing-ing." Seriously, folks, my hair is not public domain. You may not pull on it as you please.)

Bangs? No. Anything above shoulder length? Don't even think about it. But, by far, the most coveted, the haircut I most longed for was the bowlcut. I mean, just take a moment and think about it. One acquires a bowlcut by placing a bowl on top of their hair and cutting off the excess. If that does not show how we as a civilization have progressed, then tell me, WHAT DOES?

So, naturally, when I came across this t-shirt at Blood Is The New Black (which, for your information, is a really quite cool site that is a lot less emo-ish than it sounds), my former love affair with bowlcuts was rekindled. I'm currently trying to convince my mom that at $15, this shirt is much cheaper than the years of therapy I would have needed after enduring my formidable Teddy Graham years known as "the kid with the curly bowlcut."

P.S. One of my (many) neuroses was published over at the simply brilliant i am neurotic. I'm not sure if they post all of the ones they receive, but this is just a shining moment in the obsessive compulsive life that I lead.

We Interrupt Our Neglectful Blogging For a Not-So-Important Update

Alright, alright, I know, I'm somewhat of a blogging disappointment right now. No, I haven't fallen into a giant tub of frosting or broke ankle in an attempt to wear heels for the first time, thank you for asking. I've just been busy doing really important stuff like eating Whoppers, manuevering over volcano-like formations in the middle of Pinkberry (no joke, dear reader, the floor started cracking and settling as I was enjoying my swirly goodness), and elbowing my way through angry European tourists for a $1 Marc Jacobs hairpin.

Also, my sister just had to go to college, thus taking away my only cord to upload pictures with her (HI LYD). No worries, though, a quick trip to Target and things will be back to normal around here.

In the meantime, we're coveting this LOMO Diana F+ camera, above, available at the amazingness that is fredflare.com. Yes, it's not digital, but that's okay, it instantly turns all of your photos into a piece of art and just look how darn cute it is.

Sock It To Me

Coveting socks is not commonly a problem in my life. Seriously, dear reader, have you ever seen a pair of socks and thought to yourself "Wow, those are just...breathtaking. I absolutely need them" Yeah, I didn't think so. Unless, that is, you've been unlucky enough to experience frostbite, in which case, I bet socks were all you could think about...

So, as I was perusing the legwear selection of urbanoutfitters.com, I experienced sock envy when I stumbled upon these lovely specimens, below.

These socks, by Betsey Johnson, can take your ankles from,well, ankles to graceful ballerina limbs in the time it takes to tie them. I can just imagine wearing them with some colored tights underneath and a pair of black flats, while annoying everyone around me as I poorly attempt a pirouet in the middle of the hallway.

They're are available at urbanoutfitters.com for $12. Yes, $12 for socks is a bit pricey for a kid like me, with a weekly income of $0.32, but considering that they technically are Betsey Johnson-and don't say something along the lines of "for Target" after her name- and that they can enable me to channel my inner ballerina without all the hassle of enrolling in dance class, then I would call that $12 dollars well spent.

P.S. Please ignore my seriously bad attempt at a pun in the title of this post. Thank you.