I wonder when my clogs obsession will end… is it an innate tendancy for a native pacific-northwesterner to have a predilection for scandie-wooden shoes?? Perhaps. Anyway, here is a link to the candy shoppe of clog stores, Sven custom clogs, they come up to a size 43 in every material from silver metallic to fuchsia suede. It literally took me a year to make up my mind… finally I settled on medium-heeled smooth grey leather diamond t-strap sandals with a natural sole to be exact. They were the “deal of the day” for about 3 weeks. Incidentally the fake one-day only deal is totally working on me. I go to the website near daily & ‘friended’ them on facebook just to keep up with the promo!
This is my real bestowed nickname on my bus… it’s particularly funny because I don’t really have that many shoes. And the ones I have aren’t particularly amazing (‘cept for my pirate boots.) I wear a size 12 which greatly limits my selections, and also begat my bloodlust for shoes.
I didn’t know Muccia Prada watched The Simpsons…
Is that weird that this episode of The Simpsons probably ran in 1995 and it was burned into my subconscious? This photo was actually a little hard to find. I tried “Bart Simpson striped suit” and “Bart Simpson small dog” but it only came up when I tried “Bart Simpson Chihuahua.” I can’t remember exactly what this episode was about except that Bart was using optical illusions to make himself appear taller. Anyway, while searching, I found what to get Mike for Valentine’s Day! (Since we don’t really celebrate hallmark holidays it won’t be a big deal that it’s a month late…)
Remember nameplate necklaces & hoop earrings? Youth size M sports tees? I do. Obviously… Btw, this was before Patricia Field sold out the nameplate to Sex in the City. I bought it at the Fulton Street Mall in Brooklyn. It’s not really a mall, more of a street with shops in this order: gold, wigs, timberlands, & repeat for 3 blocks on both sides.
Here’s a fun holiday look from 1997, featuring a wiglet which actually looks pretty legit, like Jessica Lange from American Horror Story (new fave show!). The faux-fur-lined chinoiserie jacket which was a previously most-prized possession. I just wish I had better shoes on. They are probably from Payless since at the time all I ate was bagels with no cream cheese (too expensive!) & mountain dew because it was cheaper than coffee in NY. Poorsville. The LBD belonged to my grandmother, it’s velveteen with those weird little armpit sweat pads on the inside. I like old details like that. It reminds me of being in her bathroom and her deodorant was in a little metal tin sort of like Murray’s pomade. Why don’t clothes still have that? Nothing is worse than a dude with pit-stains on a french blue or heather grey shirt… bring back pit-liners in 2012! Happy new year!
I have a hard time breaking up thrift store sets… like when you find multiples of anything from drinking glasses to, I dunno, matching cheerleading sweaters, how can you break up items that have lived a whole life together? The funny thing is when I find a dress that comes with it’s original belt, the first thing that goes into the back of the closet is… the belt. Brown leather always wins over self-belt. The other funny thing is that even though I am a “visual person” (one of my pet peeve sayings) I can never wrap a present decent. Even if I hoard cute wrapping paper from the Borders going-out-of-business sale I never have ribbon & can’t quite execute it to perfection. But I just came up with the solution: Thrift store belt as gift wrap bow! Goodbye belt… I’ll be sad to see you go, but honestly when I got done with this dress you probably wouldn’t have ended up in the same donation bag anyway. Now you might be a cute bow for a 6 year old’s ponytail! A much finer fate.
After our trip to San Diego we drove back up the coast to Seattle. If you ever google map the route between San Diego & Big Sur you will see that it says 7.5 hours, up to 10 hours in traffic. Um, LA traffic is no joke. I don’t know if there is a non-rush hour time of day there. We took a 1 hour break and it literally took us over 12 hours.
I don’t recommend driving on California Hwy 1 at midnight either. It is crazy windey and the visibility is, oh, maybe 12 feet. It was a pretty terrifying experience, we were sure we were driving on the edge of a hundred foot cliff and that any false move would mean our demise. Kind of like when Pee Wee is riding with the ex-con Mickey in Pee Wee’s Big Adventure & the winding road signs turn all crazy & they end up crashing off the cliff and surounded by taxidermied wild animals… But we survived! And so we got to stay at the Ripplewood Resort in Big Sur.
The Ripplewood Resort has a super cute grocery with a decent variety of food. The attached gas station is something like the last gas station until Carmel. So they charge upwards of $4 per gallon. But hey, they have to get that gas delivered in the middle of nowhere so they have to pass the spendings on to you, right?