it's Tuesday evening, I'm resorting to random
I've noted an awful lot of owl humor lately.
Backlash, no doubt.
Owls, I fear, are the antlers of 2010.
In the fashion world, I do believe that sequins on daywear are the, um, hoopskirts of, er, 2011. Yeah, that's it. Some day we'll look back on them and giggle.
I love my NPR.
I receive emails from Etsy a couple of times a day and am usually interesting in one thing or another.
This caught my eye today. I think it would be interesting to wear only handmade clothes. Maybe.
The application deadline is fast approaching. If you can understand anything on this website perhaps you ought to consider it.
Filed under I'd write open letters but I don't have the time:
I am a little tired of people in public situations taking advantage of me because of my size. You needn't wedge yourself between me and the extra large person sitting near me on the train and then CRUSH ME if there are other seats available.
Don't send me/tell me creepy stuff at the office (or anywhere, truthfully). Do you hear me? I do not wish to hear about the Bulgarian psychic who says we will all die in a chemical war in three years.
Do I sound a little rant-y? That's because I must wait at my desk for some misaddressed documents to arrive.
(I started this post three days ago and kept changing the title.)
Backlash, no doubt.
Owls, I fear, are the antlers of 2010.
In the fashion world, I do believe that sequins on daywear are the, um, hoopskirts of, er, 2011. Yeah, that's it. Some day we'll look back on them and giggle.
I love my NPR.
I receive emails from Etsy a couple of times a day and am usually interesting in one thing or another.
This caught my eye today. I think it would be interesting to wear only handmade clothes. Maybe.
The application deadline is fast approaching. If you can understand anything on this website perhaps you ought to consider it.
Filed under I'd write open letters but I don't have the time:
I am a little tired of people in public situations taking advantage of me because of my size. You needn't wedge yourself between me and the extra large person sitting near me on the train and then CRUSH ME if there are other seats available.
Don't send me/tell me creepy stuff at the office (or anywhere, truthfully). Do you hear me? I do not wish to hear about the Bulgarian psychic who says we will all die in a chemical war in three years.
Do I sound a little rant-y? That's because I must wait at my desk for some misaddressed documents to arrive.
(I started this post three days ago and kept changing the title.)
Comments
I had a neighbor that loved owls. She had owl everywhere - including a live barn owl that perched on her mantle. It looked fake - until it moved. It was 6 inches high.
How dare they?! Also, it's such a sadclichè that petites are to be weaker. Who the hell said that? I know some fierce petites who can give even men a run for their money.
Love that Etsy's clothing.
Owls. Why?
Who needs creepy these days. I only want to hear/read/sea gorgeous things.
I'm more in love with Ira Glass than Terry Gross.
I know one Australian (I think) designer who is tired of the cute owl and is all about bringing back the donkey.