Whaaaat. A couple of weeks ago the Dotytron decided that he wanted to get into Leonard Cohen, so he d/l a discography and put it on while we were cleaning the house. Obviously, my opinions are my own, but guys: LEONARD COHEN IS THE WORST. It's so...Québecois. Like, literally accordion instrumentation, fraaanche. Like, you can practically hear someone twirling a moustache in the background while pedaling a unicycle. Then you have the standard Leonard Cohen droning delivery. I think the point with ol' Lenny is that he's supposed to be a superb lyricist. Unfortunately (for him), lyrical prowess is wasted on me. As I said at the time, unless the lyrics are, "take rings off" or "kidnap that fool" - I stopped listening 5 seconds in. LOL!
Not much to report. I went on a bit of a spring work wardrobe shopping spree. Here's what I got:
To be paired with either my black, wide-sleeved blazer or my fitted blazer or a cardigan for that oh-so-professional, "ladies that lunch" look
Because I feel that spring means that colour should be welcomed with open arms into a wardrobe. I like this because it can be dressed up or down - I think it'll look smashing on it's own at a garden party (I think I might actually be going to one of those this year!), or with a jean jacket for an adults-only dinner out, or with a navy blazer for work.
Again, more colour. This saucy sweater would look great with any number of bottoms - navy, white, denim, khaki, brown. It's perfect!
Same goes for this one - I bought it because it was neutral enough to pair with a lot of different things, but I loved the pop of colour by the face, and the sweetness of the Peter Pan collar
This scandalous top is VERY sheer. I don't know if I'll be ballsy enough to pair it with a tank top or cami underneath for work, but it will certainly be a nice weekend look. Unless I'm too old to be wearing sheer (with a tank top underneath, people!! I'm not a total harlot!)
Finally, a last sheer blouse - but one that's got demure enough styling to make it very work-appropriate with the proper layers underneath.
I'm not necessarily going to keep them all, but when shopping online, I feel the safest thing to do is buy now, try later, return even later after that for full refund.
There has been a lot made of the whole Rihanna working with Chris Brown thing in the media already. So much so that I don't feel I have to weigh in on how ABSOLUTELY ABHORRENT it is that someone who BEAT THE CRAP out of a woman can be welcomed back into the music industry with open arms. Haven't we learned anything from James Brown, Ike Turner, etc.? It's sickening. She is a HORRIBLE role model for young women, and I say that as a former Chris Brown/RiRi fan (remember the Kanye concert? Remember how thrilled I was when mothereffin' Chris Brown surprised us by coming on stage?) I can't believe that she would consent to work with him, professionally or otherwise. It's not like he's the ONLY PERSON SHE CAN COLLABORATE WITH.
Ugh. We need a cleanse. Here's a photo of Becks holding his daughter, Harper, dressed in a suit, looking foine:
Ummm...ARE YOU F**KING KIDDING ME? I feel like he's a good dad and it makes him a billion times hotter. Stop, Posh and Becks, just stop. Posh seems like she's just the awesomest. Designs amazing clothes, isn't afraid to mess up her greyhound body by having kids, owns who she is but doesn't coast on it. She just seems very likeable to me.
Okay, enough celebrity ranting and raving. I also think about serious things. Such as how my previous post included huge spelling/sentence/grammar errors, but I'm too lazy to change it. It's because I've been fending off the Big Yam when I'm crafting my posts at home. He's super-into his mama right now, which of course warms the cockles of my heart and gives me ammunition in the incredibly childish comparison war of "who does the Boobla love more?" that I insist on waging with the Dotytron. It's kind of crazy how much he understands, even though he can't express everything he wants to express. I've got him toddling around doing all kinds of things: "go get your shoes!" "put that in the cupboard!" "go get your story!" "give baba a hug!" just to marvel at how he can FOLLOW INSTRUCTIONS. He understands me! Yesterday I started giving him little Eskimo kisses (I know it's not PC to call them that and I acknowledge, but I don't know the suitable replacement name for rubbing your nose against another person's nose! So sue me!) and I called them "smushies" just once, but he instantly picked up on it. So later that day when I said, "give mama smushies" he PRESSED HIS NOSE AGAINST MINE AND IT WAS THE CUTEST THING. GAH. But I kinda wish I hadn't picked such a weaksauce name for them. It's so...mawkish.
Tonight the roomie is coming over! Yay! We're having my mac'n'cheese (recipe already posted before) with a mix of fontina, cheddar, and asiago. Topped with toasted thyme panko breadcrumbs, with sautéed rapini on the side. And a little wee devil's food cake baby cake frosted with Momofuku Milk Bar birthday cake frosting for dessert.