Polyvorousness. Apparently, It’s Contagious.

You know.  Like zombies.

So TLo, that Kate Spade Bloodhound From Hell, suddenly figured out that I was “doing something” with Polyvore that looked like something she should be doing.

-sigh-

So I made an account for her and The Big One to play with (because no way do I want people thinking I put together these grade-school collections).

Um.

Of course, that discounted the fact that the grade-schoolers have better fashion sense than I do.  I give you Example A:

 

black cat by t-lo-and-the-big-one

Yes.  That’s a Paul & Joe cocktail dress with 7 For All Mankind skinny jeans.  And stacked peeptoes.  And a Marc by Marc Jacobs clutch.  This would be The Big One’s contribution to the fashion world.

And then there's Example B, courtesy of TLo:

 

"gryphondore" by t-lo-and-the-big-one

Now granted, TLo’s choices were all pretty low-rent.  Except for the $1000 Zanotti stilettos.  Which she pretty much insisted were the shoe of choice for this outfit.

 

 

And now they know about Polyvore.

What was I thinking? 

It just goes to show, it never pays to try and be a “nice mom”. Never.  Ever.

 

Ever.

Sometimes It’s Just Love At First Sight.

And then it gets better.

These are my new shoes.

Yes.  Meri Mekko fuchsia-and-red “Unikko" Converse Chuck Taylor All-Star low-tops.  With white or fuchsia laces.

The instant I saw them online, I knew that they would be mine.  Oh yes.  Mine.

 

And then they arrived in the mail.

In this.

 

I’m leaving instructions in my will that I want to be buried with these items when I die. 

When alien robot archeologists dig me up in 3000 years, they will decide I was a princess because I was buried with such splendid grave goods.

Oo… S’funny, In’t It?

The Husband found this video last week.  It’s gone slightly viral.  If you’re, y’know, from Yorkshire.

Since I’m not getting far along with fitting a custom shell to pad out my new french friend (because I’m trying to study to pass a FLIPPIN’ USELESS TEST at the end of the month)… er… I figured you could get a dose of a funny accent.

 

Yes.  People from Yorkshire are inherently funny.  Because of their accents.

 

It’s a known fact.