You remember last week when I presented Elettra’s droopy pants for your consideration, and Parrot came up with the appropriate fashion label for said garment: A grown-up Onesie.
And we all had a good laugh and knew that no way, no how, could this become an actual trend. Friends don’t let friends wear pants with room for Depends.
Well, guess what?
Angie Harmon is determined to do her part to make Onesies a fashion reality. This week, she showed up for an event dressed in a floral version of the onesie. Behold if you dare.
Will the trend spread? Perhaps there’s a men’s version? Play fashionista with me. Let’s say it’s Fashion Forward Friday. Your mission? Design your Dream Onesie and let me know which celebrity is going to be cutting edge enough to wear it on the red carpet.(Ooh, this could be fun!)
Will someone please explain to how the ruling members of a military junta can sleep at night when thousands of their countrymen are dying, just so the world will perceive them as Big Men who can take care of their own? It is a phenomenal tragedy playing out over there, with dozens of aide agencies and dozens of governments dying to go in and help....but those little men with little appendages won’t allow it.
It’s the height of evil and I can’t bear to listen to the news any longer. This is a time i wish America would go in with both barrels and push those pipsqueaks aside and give some water and food to those poor people. Oh, and let the junta sit in the hot son without relief for days. That has to be part of the deal.
I wonder what the future holds for the latest crop of Idol finalists. Look what transformations Clay Aiken has undergone since he was in their shoes. Wow. Jason Castro on Broadway? Syesha in curls? David Cook without a beard? David A. in a tux. The mind boggles.
Poor Jason - Simon told him to pack his bags. Think Simon is right? Me too. Unfortunately for Jason, he flubbed the words, but that wasn’t his worst sin. He’s gotten himself stuck in a folk rock/bluegrass/reggae slot that suits his dreads, but not necessarily his audience. Yes, he’s cute, and seems like a nice kid, but . . . so my vote is goodbye Jason.
I love the races! My dad took me to see the horses at a state fair when I was a kid, and I have been in love with it all these years. We never actually bet money, but we do make little family wagers at home. My husband had the winner, Big Brown, in his three picks. I had Pyro, Court Vision, and Denis of Cork. Denis of Cork came in third. Celebs came out in full force for the Derby and related events.
Pictured: Bo Derek, Eddie Money and Mrs. Money, Gabrielle Union, Adrian Grenier and friend Isabella, and Chelsea Clinton.
I suppose Chelsea was there to represent her mom, who urged supporters to “put a little money on the filly.” Sadly, the filly, a magnificent beauty named Eight Belles, broke both her ankles in the field and had to be euthanized after coming in second place to Big Brown. I hate when bad things happen at the races!
Did you watch the Derby? Which horses did you pick for the win, place, and show? Do you have a favorite hat?
I saw this picture of Isabella Rossellini’s daughter, Elettra Rossellini Wiedemann, a model and actress like her mother, and I wondered about her jacket. Is it a leather tuxedo jacket? Or is it shiny silk or something? Weird. But lucky my eyes didn’t stop there. She is supposedly wearing the hottest style this season.
We’ve complained about all kinds of torturous cuts for pants- high waist, low rise, flairs, and pencil legs, all of them hard to pull off for all kinds of body types except for the rail thin. But this style? This one takes the cake. This one takes the mother of all cake. This one has room for cake, a five tiered wedding cake, between the crotch and the knees. Observe if you dare.
Oh yes, she is wearing that. In public. And fashionistas suggest we all will be wearing them soon. This leaves only one question for Julia London: Can they do that with an overall short? (hahaha- I love you, man). No, really, can you even imagine a world where we all wear our pant-crotches penguin-style to our knees? Seriously, can you?
Charles Ray Fuller had himself a big day. He showed up at a Fort Worth, Texas, bank last week with a check written out for $360 billion. Yes, BILLION. Charles wanted to cash the check, but alas, instead he was arrested and charged with forgery. And with with unlawfully carrying a weapon and possessing marijuana. Seems clever Charles had marijuana and a .25-caliber handgun and magazine in his pockets. He claims that his girlfriend’s mother gave him the check. He wanted to start a record business, but somehow I’m thinking he’s going to be singing his songs with some company. In stripes.
Ever heard of the Darwin Awards? Charles is a natural.
I hope I am not hurting anyone’s feelings by tossing Jason’s picture up there, but come on, Jason--for two weeks now, you’ve not done anything that VB couldn’t do in front of her bathroom mirror.
I really dig David C. David A. gives me the creeps. Does he give anyone else the creeps? He’s got a beautiful, powerful voice, but it doesn’t match his personality. He’s a strange little bird.
Brooke seems in over her head, but I think she’s got a career ahead of her as a folksy singer. Sayeesha is growing on me, but she doesn’t have the same stuff that the Davids bring.
And Jason? Yeah, I thought he was cute as he could be in the beginning. But week after week, nothing is happening with this kid. I find myself staring at his dreads and wondering how long it took them to get there, how he keeps them clean, if that look is worth the hassle (I’m all about hassle-free hair), and if he’s going to wear it like that forever.
I did not, however, believe he sang two songs last night when he’d only sung one. But then again, I don’t have a big red Coca-cola cup sitting in front of me, either. HAHAHA
So who do you like on AI? Do you download their songs?
Times have changed since I went to the prom (1986). None of the guys I liked asked me (idiots) so I went with a good pal (John C.). We got in a car crash on the way to prom, and my date panicked (his fault) and refused to stop. So a cop pulled us over as we cruised through the parking lot. He took my date away but he let me go in alone. (gee thanks). John didn’t get to Prom until it was almost half over. It was a terrible night. But who cares because it happened years ago and I look smokin’ hot in the pictures! HAHAHA! (even my kids say so, but with more of a ”THAT was really YOU?” tone).
What I wore to Junior Prom: A black velvet sleeveless tea length dress with a black lace overlay skirt and matching jacket. (hair down, not too big).
To Senior Prom: A metallic white tafetta off the shoulder floor length with a slit up the left side so I could show some leg. (hair up, classic upsweep, again not big).
I don’t have kids going to proms this year, but next year is my son’s senior year so look out! (by the way, a warning to MA residents-- the kid just started driving. Aiyeeee!)
I started looking at dresses just to see what they’re wearing these days.
Wow, huh? Did you go to your prom? Any good stories? What did you wear?
Teen sensation Miley Cyrus is catching flack for a rash of skeezy internet photos (flashing her bra, straddling her boyfriend...) and now a Vanity Fair magazine spread, shot by Annie Leibovitz. There’s the topless with satin sheet shot, above. But the one that really creeped me out was the one of her wearing jeans low enough to expose a stretch of midriff as she reclined across her father’s lap. She’s fifteen! Which is young enough to not know better, but old enough to protest against sitting on Daddy’s lap.
Miley now claims to be embarrassed by the Vanity Fair photos and she has issued an apology to her fans. The Disney Channel got behind her and said “a situation was created to deliberately manipulate a 15-year-old in order to sell magazines” (which is awkward for Disney, who has been using Leibovitz’s photography in a new ad campaign to promote their parks) but Vanity Fair stands behind the shoot adding that “everyone thought it was a beautiful and natural portrait of Miley.” Everyone includes Miley and her parents and handlers, who were all present during the shoot.
What I would like to know is-- why have we become a society who can’t take responsibility for our actions? Blame Annie Leibovitz? Blame Vanity Fair? But what about the people who should be looking out for Miley, protecting her image, protecting her? They let the photos be taken. They approved the release. They’re leaving their daughter alone with a boyfriend long enough to flash her bra and climb on him for photo opportunities.
And the myriad little girls who idolize Miley? Some of them are going to makeover parties and wearing false eyelashes and lipstick to the mall- at the age of eight. Is it okay with parents, just as long as they’re wearing their Hannah Montana wigs, too? And fifteen-year-olds in general? You should see what some of them are wearing to school. Have you seen? But when “everybody wears this,” where do you draw the line? A lot of parents apparently have stopped drawing lines. And maybe those lines have been erased in the post-Britney era. Do you remember when Barbara Eden couldn’t show her navel on “I Dream of Jeannie?” Times have changed. Why take responsibility? We can always blame the media.
What do you think of Miley Cyrus’s photos? Blame the parents? Blame Vanity Fair? There’s no one to blame, they’re beautiful photos? Let kids be kids?
Yes, today is Earth Day, when being a tree hugger and thinkiing green is not only encouraged, but mandatory. I do my best all year ‘round. I recycle everything I can. We carpool whenever possible. Bottles, cardboard, paper, etc., are always recyled at our house and at His Majesty’s office, thanks to my efforts there. We have CFL (compact fluorescent lightbulbs) everywhere. I have stacks of paper already printed on one side waitng for me to print out my latest tome on the other - which I do a lot, then recycle the pages after I do my edits. We don’t have air conditioning, so we use less energy. I’m looking into solar panels for the roof and have low-flow valves on shower heads. I don’t throw clothes out, I donate them. Ditto shoes, household goods, etc. Yep, I’m pretty green.
Well, sort of. I confess that I, like everyone else I know, have tossed out multiple computers and television sets over the years, although I do bring them to the centers that say they recycle them. And despite my best efforts, I get tons and tons of junk mail and catalogs and invitations to events that I don’t want to go to. Did I mention catalogs? Hundreds of catalog a year, most unsolicited. So I guess I’m kind of a mucky green. But I’m working on it.
What’s your favorite way to go green, or do you care?
Of course it changes from day to day, but what I want today is this dress:
If it can make a many-months pregnant Nicole Kidman look this slim and radiant, what could it do for me? No doubt it helps that even a pregnant Nicole is slim, but what the heck-- it can’t hurt and I’m tired of black for evening wear.
And I need? These hair products:
Nioxin, as introduced to me by Julia London quite some time ago. I finally started using it and I’ve decided I don’t want to live without it, even though it’s pricey stuff. My hair seems thicker and shinier since I’ve started using it, and I plan to keep buying it (and hiding it in the medicine cabinet so that the teenagers don’t use it up on me). I could also use more time and a personal trainer, but now we’re dreaming…
NY Gossip page Gawker teaches us how to respond to critics. And manages to get a dig in at romance writers in the process. Gee thanks, Gawker.
The better question? How should we respond?
(Bwahahaha!)
.jpg)
