3 posts tagged “vanity”
I now own three variations of a single dress, made by Velvet (not of velvet; they're actually of lovely, comfortable, fine cotton jersey). This is a bit ridiculous of me, but I am very happy with them. I intend to more or less live in them all summer (except to work, because on me they are a bit too low cut for that). I like to imagine that the differences in color and neckline make their essential sameness a bit less obvious, though I also recognize that this is wishful thinking. But they are so nice-looking and also comfortable, I could not resist. I have a feeling they are also quite popular--probably when I am in New York I will discover that everyone owns one--since they keep selling out immediately at all the little online shops. Here they are, as usual not modeled by me, but just scooped up from various websites:
As usual, I will be spending my birthday away from home this year, as it falls during the aforementioned Krakòw conference. I can hardly wait for my exciting Polish birthday! F. says that she will be sure to fill my bed with sausages.
Last night we indulged in a bit of the classic conversation about what fun it will be when (soon, soon) we are old and gray and don't understand the new technology, and are vulnerable to all the hyperscams. How our children will groan and roll their eyes when we blithely nanojack the CrAzY Ice and our houses catch on fire, our bank accounts go mataglap, and our feet turn into giant tits.
On that topic, email just sent: "Please to enjoy my enormous satchel. It is not infected by virus. Fear not, system is safe from the transmogrifications of feet." But is it really? Only time will tell.
I really dislike what the thumbnail-making process has made of that picture of S. and me over in my sidebar display of recent photos. My chin is menacing me. Make it stop! I am going to have to upload a bunch of pictures of cute little mammals or something to shove it further down the queue, there.
Yesterday there was a guy wandering around on the first floor of our building, which is home to a cafe, asking people for some kind of help getting a prescription he needed after getting a bunch of stitches put in his hand over at the nearby hospital. I think he needed a ride to a pharmacy because he couldn't drive with his hand all fucked up, or something along those lines, though maybe I misunderstood, because then why not call a cab? He was offering to pay ten bucks for your trouble. I told him that I couldn't go anywhere because I was actually at work, and he said, "Please!" in a particularly heartbreaking way. I think it was extra affecting because it seemed so full of genuine frustration. I hope he got that shit worked out.
Meanwhile, the neighbor we lent a bit of money last week under kind of similar circumstances has not paid us back, not, I think, because the whole thing was a scam, but because she is sort of a fuckup, and would rather keep the cash. This is what S. predicted would happen, and lo, so it did.
While I'm on the topic of consumer goods, I would like to report that I seem to have found a product that prevents my hair from being a giant bushy mushroom of dorkitude. This is truly an age of wonders. The product in question is John Masters organic hair pomade (see also here and here). It seems to be made of olive oil, beeswax, mango butter, babussu oil, jojoba oil, wheat germ oil, vitamins A, C, and E, and essential oils of bay laurel, atlas cedar, massoia, and fir balsam -- so, mostly oil, oil, oil, and a side of oil. Yet it imparts only softness and de-puffing factor, nothing sticky or greasy or gross. It seems highly probable that it would be disasterous on hair with less... personality than mine, though.
