Smitten Kitchen had a baby?!?!??!!
That’s what I get for not checking the site for… well, I suppose it’s been 9 months.
I hope one day I have the photography skillZ to take awesome pix of my baby.
I also hope I have a blog that is popular and my readers send me baby gifts.
I also hope I have a baby one day.
Instead of chocolate, I bought old clothes.
For those of you who do not live in or near LA: Jet Rag is a vintage store that every Sunday as a $1 parking lot sale. They dump a bunch of clothes they deem unsellable (?? maybe? I’m not sure) in the parking lot and every piece, no matter what it is, is $1 each. A baby t-shirt is $1. A wedding dress is $1. As you can imagine, when they break open a new “block” of shrink-wrapped clothes every hour, it’s FUCKING CHAOS. Like starving wolves descending on a zebra. I hang back, like a vulture and pick through the cast-offs. I actually find some really rad things that the hipsters don’t want. Plus I don’t risk getting an errant elbow to the mouth.
ANYway, I have like BAGS AND BAGS of dresses that don’t quite fit or have broken zippers or need to be hemmed, a coat that needs new buttons, etc — one or two things that will make them wearable. I told myself I wouldn’t buy anything else until I could start wearing some of the things I already have… which would mean breaking out my sewing maching, finally making a dress form, losing some more weight, and finally getting shit done.
But I caved and bought a few things this morning, including some t-shirts (which I need), a fairly trendy (read: ugly-cute) dress that I can wear to work, and some truly hilariously heinous bridesmaid dresses that with some slight alterations, would look cool while on a night out on the town…
Listen… I want chocolate. Or ice cream. Or Taco Bell. I’m sort of weak right now. So it was either naughty food or old clothes.
I’m pretty proud of myself right now.
I don’t care who I have to kill or blow or what to get the money, but as soon as this goes on sale at Anthropologie, I AM BUYING IT.
I missed out on an amazing dress last year because I waited to see if it would get marked down on major clearance and it didn’t. It sold out. And I was sad.
The end.
Hey Sussy!
You should really start a blog dedicated solely to your craft projects, so I wouldn’t have to scroll through 17 pages of your Tumblr only to discover that you never posted pictures of the shelves you made when you moved to L.A.
Plus, I really enjoy your craft projects. Don’t you guys agree with me?
Yes. I agree whole-heartedly!
Look it is Madonna in 1982! I wanted to show all the dog pack in the photograph.
I am out the door to Tokyo!
lmfao
There’s a fair bit of fail happening on her arm as well.
Dear Photoshop noobs,
Pls find the Freeze Mask tool within Liquify so you stop making noob errors like this.
Love Natalie.
PS I HAVE NEVER ENLARGED MY BREASTS IN PHOTOSHOP, THEY ARE A G CUP FUCK OFF.
This is fab.
edit: Oh ew! I just noticed the arm holding the camera. Yuck! and LOL!
good thing it’s friday because my work here is DONE people. I AM THROUGH. FINITO.
THIS PUPPY IS WEARING TINY SNEAKERS. WE ARE ALL INVALID.
WHAT THE WHAT?
Wow.
I have been getting my eyebrows waxed since I was 10 (photographs of me at age 9 indicate why) and I just got my eyebrows THREADED for the first time. It hurt so badly, I almost threw up. And then I got a punchcard so my 10th visit will be free. $8, y’all, and looking damn good.
WORD. I don’t understand women who claim threading hurts less than waxing. THREADING HURTS. And it takes way longer than just ripping a few linen strips off your face.
This is the sort of thing that happens when I don’t have Friday night plans before 3pm.
My friend Clay has been dared to go see New Moon tonight. His ticket has been paid for, his flask is full of whiskey, and he will be liveblogging the whole thing. He hasn’t seen the first movie, and he has to applaud at the end no matter what. Follow and come back later tonight at 9:45 (PST) to see what happens.
1. No amount of alcohol will make that movie watchable. Trust me, I tried last night.
2. Applauding at the end will probably prompt all the giddy Twilight fans to applaud, too and the pure, uncut hilarity of this will make up for the price of the ticket.
GOOD LUCK.
