This was the blog of an Eloise wannabe and her 2 roustabout kitties as they work on a book deal in the City of Lights, giggling all the way. Now it's the blog of an Eloise wannabe planning her next escape (California, Canadia?) with 2 other kitties--still working, still giggling.
So last year before I went to the US, I did a little online clothes shopping and had it all sent to Bev's place in advance. I was happy with everything ~ sensationally cheap but well made and perfect fit. I've had everything in constant rotation since. In fact, if you can get me out of my cropped black jeans, then it's a rare day indeed.
The one thing I haven't worn, however, was the corduroy jacket I ordered from LL Bean. Not that there's anything wrong with it, it's just kinda...bright. The color was listed as "tidal blue" and the photo on the site showed it as kinda dusky steel blue. Ain't no way ~ that thing is pale turquoise. Again, nothing wrong with that, I love turquoise, but it's not really the same tone as the heavy winter skirts I've been wearing, plus it wasn't warm enough to wear on its own and too bulky to wear beneath my winter jacket.
Now that spring is actually here ::insert happy dance:: out comes the lighter clothing. And ooh, lookie here, there's that blazer! What to wear with turquoise? Well, more turquoise, of course. Turquoise bra that puts everything up front and center, turquoise slip, sexy secretary/naughty librarian shirt with turquoise stripes. The shirt is one of those stretchy affairs that looks best with a few buttons open. Of course, that means admitting to having curves, which is not like something I can really hide but seems to be unusual here. But hey, you know, go hard or go home. Whack on a denim skirt, slip into those cowboy boots, clip on the iPod and rockstar your way through it. As my friend Tamara said as she was on her way to get a man to do something she didn't want to do, "Tits and ass, Gabi, tits and ass." Of which I have an abundance, so I couldn't find any fault in her statement.
OMG, is that terribly un-PC to admit? Whatever. Alls I know is that our hussier (translation: usher, but it actually means security guy/doorman) brings me and my officemate our mail directly and dumps everyone else's in the in-tray for them to sort out themselves. Quite handy because I have this little scam incentive scheme going: I'll turn up for work if I get a present. Even if I have to buy the present myself, hell, I don't mind. That's right, I have all my eBay packages sent to work because there are thieving bastards in my building or local post office, I haven't been able to determine which one. Last week's haul included 2 pairs of Havaianas (IS IT SUMMER YET?), an Obama t-shirt (sorry, Hills) and some Bare Minerals makeup. Huzzah!
He also brings me my Amazon packages, which means last week he delivered a little beauty: The Book of Joe by Jonathan Tropper. I've just spent almost a week doing something I don't normally do ~ struggling through a Charlaine Harris book* ~ and this book is an absolute delight. Had me laughing on the métro this morning, then 2 minutes later trying to hide my tears. So of course I've just gone and ordered his other books.
(* I say "something I don't normally do" because normally I love her work but this one--All Together Dead--didn't do it for me. Maybe because I've read 6 of her books over the past 6 weeks, so I need a break.)
Another recommendation: Gone Baby Gone. Like Ms. Mac, I watched it on Sunday and was quite impressed. I love me some Affleck brothers and this didn't let me down. Not like The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford. Jee-suz!! By the time Casey shot Brad, I was ready to kill the pair of them. I'm not adverse to long movies but God, I just wanted to STAB MYSELF IN THE EYE. Yeah yeah, it's beautifully shot, the acting's great, it's from the man who gave us one of my fave films, Chopper, but please, please, put me out of my misery. A lot of the tension was wasted by sheer faffing about.
Oh, and while I'm giving my opinion, Prince William, so bloody what? Sure, they have a shortage of choppers in Afghanistan but is that his fault? Many people say he's privileged. Shuh, and with that privilege comes the highest price any young man has had to pay. Let him take a chopper to see his girlfriend, BFD. Besides, isn't that the kind of thing a prince should do? Oh, and doesn't he own the bloody Air Force anyway?
;-)
And on that note...Today's "Elvis in a word": immortal
