Monday, April 30, 2007
Gifting with Myself
Thursday, April 26, 2007
The Dilemma of New Jeans
Now, before you come and feel my head and ask me if I'm feeling feverish, I'll tell you that I hate these pants. They're the devil. You're looking at high waisted, tapered leg, Mom jeans. It kinda makes you throw up a little in your mouth, huh? You know what's going to make you full on upchuck? These pants cost $130. These are $130 Mom jeans. This totally shocks and awes me. I mean, how rich and stupid do you have to be to be like, "Oh, ok. Perhaps I can spend $130 to look like my crotch is roughly three feet long." Lord. Generally, when you tell me that I'm looking at over $100 jeans, I expect to see flattering, dark denim boot cut things with some kind of whiskering and premium-ness. Not. This.
So after finding this, being revolted, and deciding to write a post describing my feelings upon finding these (this blog is very therapeutic, by the way), I realized that a high waist is actually kind of "the style." Glamour this month has a whole long pictorial thing about copying the style of Annie Hall, and while I'm all for it because I heart Woody Allen with all the fiber of my being, I kinda threw up in my mouth a little then, too. Especially when I saw that they had actually bothered to print that high waisted pants are flattering because they disguise your muffin top. Ok, you know that sound that they play on the Price is Right when someone uses all their chips and still only drops it in the 0 holder in the Plinko board? That "Whah whah whah..." sound? Ok, I'm making that right now. High waisted pants look good on no one. NO ONE. To prove that point, take a look at Mischa Barton, who is taller, thinner, and whinier than you:
No offense to the OC, but Mischa looks WRETCHED here. She has faux saddlebags. FAUX SADDLEBAGS. She looks like a deranged farm hand. See what these pants do? Now, imagine if she had some boobs too, and how they would lay on her waistband. God, I'm seriously making myself sick with this post...
So, all that said, here's the story: Morgan wants new pants. However, she will not be buying high waisted ones. She encourages you to do the same.
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
The Spoils of a Trip to Target
But I do have some interesting things to talk about because this is my first official Product Review post! Yea! I am going to try to make this a regular thing, because, well, for better or worse, I buy a bunch of crap. Especially beauty and make-up crap. And most of the time, it's pretty good stuff, but well, sometimes I buy some real stinkers. So I may as well use my idiocy to inform others. Just as I do with baseball players, I will award products with a sliding review that will range from "dead to me" to "Mark Ellis." Just a note--the sliding scale may change depending on my mood.
So the first product is Comforting Butter Body Wash from Neutrogena. For perhaps the only time ever, I'm blogging about a product that is brand spankin' new--so new that the picture I found on drugstore.com doesn't even show the new packaging. Well, the only difference is that where it says "deep moisture" on the pictured tube, the actual tube I bought says "comforting." So it's perhaps not revolutionary. ANYWAY, the product...I really like this one. I guess I should have a disclaimer here that I love body washes and soaps and things. But I am quiet picky. I like one that has a good lather, and has a scent that is not too faint nor too heavy. This one has both of those. The lather is good, however, it does not make my skin feel dry or itchy afterwards. The moisture lasts pretty much all day too. The scent is really what sells this, though. It smells exactly like the homemade icing my grandmother used to use on chocolate cakes. I love it. I take one sniff of it before I squirt it on the loofah, and I'm in heaven. And the best thing is, when I get out of the shower, I don't smell like a big plate of cookies (so if you want to smell like something edible after a shower, this probably isn't your cup of tea). The scent is not overwhelming at all. I'm sitting here sniffing my arm--God, I'm glad I'm at home--and I can detect a bit of it, just enough to remind me how good it smells. All in all, this is a great body wash, and I will probably buy it again. That's saying something, because I usually bounce around on these things.
My rating: (nearly) Gold Glove Winning Mark Ellis diving catch level
The next product is Burt's Bees Coconut Foot Creme. I should also put out a disclaimer that I love foot creams. Well, let me rephrase that. I like foot creams a lot in theory, but I'm not the best about using them. I'll buy them and use them faithfully for about a week, but then I get sick of wearing socks to bed, and I stop, or I just start falling asleep without doing it and end up breaking my nightly routine. I bought this one hoping to break that cycle. The thing that I thought would make me break the cycle is the smell of this stuff. It's really pretty great. In fact, I've used it for 3 nights now, and now whenever I walk into our bedroom, I smell coconut (and not that overly sweet fake coconut--the good stuff). That's a good thing because I like the smell of coconut. If you don't, this is not the foot cream for you. It's also not the foot cream for you if you are actually looking for a cream. This is a clear, goopy substance, not white and creamy like one would imagine of a product with the word "creme" in the title. It kinda reminds me of a thick, melty lip balm of something. This kinda threw me off when I put it on for the first time. In fact, it was a little off-putting. I actually like thick white stuff that I can slather on. The good news is, however, that unlike the thick white stuff, this is very easily absorbed. You put it on your feet, and they just kinda suck it up. I like that. There is a faint sticky feeling after putting it on, but if you follow the directions on the package and put on socks afterwards, you probably won't notice. And the good news is, it works. My heels are already feeling better, and it's just been 3 days. I am excited to see what happens to the harder calluses I have on the sides of my big toes.
All in all, I'll give this the rating of a double off the left field wall, i.e., not as good as my stellar Mark Ellis defensive plays, but pretty damn effective, and worthy of a cheer.
The last product I'll review is Revlon Super Lustrous Lip Gloss. I bought this after reading a review from Alison on My Wardrobe Today. Since she reviewed Pink Afterglow, I bought that shade as well. I do like it: it's sparkly, but not overly so. It wears well, perhaps even a bit better than more expensive lip glosses that I've tried. I especially like the feel of it--it's not sticky at all. Overall, it's a great lip gloss. I was thinking of buying another color since the formula is so nice, but when I looked at the other colors, I didn't see anything that really tickled my fancy. So if anything, I wish there were a bigger range of colors for this, perhaps something that rivals the Super Lustrous Lipstick line that Revlon also pedals.
Final review: another double off the left field wall
Monday, April 23, 2007
Meet Wally!
As you can see, Wally is especially fond of shapeless dresses. After all, he's a walrus. That's why he loves this dress that Kelly Clarkson recently wore to the ASCAP Awards:
(Sorry if you can't see it--I shamelessly stole it from a website where to get the bigger version, I had create an account. And I'm lazy. Just so you know, it's a potato sack.)
Take it away, Wally:
My loveliest trout sandwiches:
Don't you just love this dress? It is fabulous, is it not? I can imagine it draped on the supple flesh of a female walrus, such as my dear heart Wilhelmina. She would wear it with much style, especially having just used her at home tusk-whitening kit. Much like your darling Ms. Clarkson here, it seems. In fact, is Ms. Clarkson a walrus? I mean, judging from the shapely legs, I imagine that she is not, but I can't really tell what's underneath the loveliest of dresses. If so, is she available for a twilight romp on the beach? I make a damn good sushi surpise.
Oh, and Wilhelmina--don't hate the playa. Hate the game.
Wallace P. Walrus, Esq.
Sunday, April 22, 2007
What I Would Really Want to Wear, Were I Not a Chubby Girl Living In The Burbs
Friday, April 20, 2007
My daughter is smarter than me.
I love this dress. It's from Kenneth Cole, and you can buy it at Macy's. I believe it's $139 smackaroos, but don't quote me on that. Anyway, with the wrap styling, along with the structured shirtdress feel to the dress, this would truly flatter any figure. And you could wear it to a day performance at the opera.
This another great option from UK retailer, Boden. It is $98, and has this season's great shirtdress shape, along with polka dots, which while being very popular, are also very fun. I don't know about you, but this dress reminds me of the dress worn by Gwen Stefani in the No Doubt "Don't Speak" video. I almost feel like buying it, just to keep my 12 year old self, the one who wanted to be Gwen Stefani in every single way, happy.
Last but not least, this dress serves as a big shout out to my grandmom, who is, while being a pretty darn good cook, also the consummate J.C. Penney enthusiast. If J.C. Penney has a sale, she knows about it, and she's already bought what you were going to get. If you need a mattress pad, she's got the woman in the mattress pad department on speed dial, so if you'll just tell her what kind you want, she'll put it back for you. She loves J.C. Penney, perhaps more than she loves me. Or life itself. And being the stylish maven that she is, she would also like this dress. It fits her two requirements: 1) It's from J.C. Penney, and 2). If you wear it, you're not going to fall out of it anywhere. At least if you buy the right size. And she knows how you're always buying the wrong size. Anyway, it's $39.99 (you'll probably get 20% off if you use your Penney's charge), and it's at J.C. Penney.Thursday, April 19, 2007
Passing the Fashion Torch
I have this dress (in black, of course), and it is perfect. It is fabulously comfortable, yet it looks nice enough to wear to the symphony if one needed to. Plus, it is so damn versatile--I wear it on the weekends on lazy Sundays to cook and lay around outside, I've worn it to work with a camisole underneath and a cardigan, I even wore it out to dinner with the family with no camisole, a small cardigan, and glittery shoes. Gabby's teacher would be happy to know that you can layer several things with it--footless tights and a cardigan for those especially blustery SF days, perhaps even a pair of knee high riding boots. And then if you wanted to hit the beach afterwards, you can put your bathing suit underneath it as well. Perfection.
By the way, it's $88, and you can find it at jcrew.com. Just imagining how many outfits you can get out of this thing makes it worth $88, and seriously, how much would you spend on Gabby's outfit, with the jeans and the 18 t-shirts, and the vests and whatever? I clothe Gabby, so I'll tell you this: it's a hell of a lot more.
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
The Casualization of America
Those shoes are from Hell. That has to be the most hideous thing that I've ever seen. I think I just threw up in my mouth a little bit just seeing it here, gracing my blog with its hideousness. Those of you who know me on Myspace (and if I don't know you on Myspace, let's be friends. I love friends!) have seen my crazy rantings regarding Crocs in the past, but this is just beyond the pale. I mean, lace up Crocs? Have we really sunk to that level? Seriously?
I really feel like Crocs are just a symptom of the disease. A recent fashion blog entry that I read
mentioned how on a recent trip to Canada, the blogger's boyfriend remarked that Canadians are better looking and more fit than Americans. While the more fit thing is probably true (damn you, American cheese and Anheuser Busch!), the blogger felt that folks look worse in America because they are dressed shoddier. I couldn't agree more. I look around at my fellow Americans and see us as the culture of the Elastic Waist. And no, I'm not telling you you should be cleaning your toilet in a Prada gown. But if you are going to be out, where people can see you, shouldn't you dare to put on something that fastens at the waist?
It also strikes me as odd that we are all comfortable at just looking "acceptable." I am a What Not to Wear addict, and when I watch the shows, it always comes out that the person being made over (who usually resembles The Creature from The Black Lagoon) mentions that she looked "acceptable" and thought that was ok. Is it really ok for us? Is it ok to be just acceptable at our jobs, at parenting, at our relationships? No, it's not ok. So it's not ok for us to look just acceptable either.
I think it is high time that as Americans we really started trying to change some things. We are plagued with barbaric gun laws (and a group of barbarians who keep these laws in place), obesity as a national epidemic and Crocs as a sign of our laziness and inability to slip real shoes on our feet. Obviously, the gun law thing isn't going to be overhauled overnight. But can't we get together and look like something?
Dear God people, let's do it for the children:
*Yes, folks, this is what you get when you Google Image Search "Sean Preston Federline."
Monday, April 16, 2007
A Sports Related Inquiry
Anyway, this begs the question: What does one wear to a ballgame? I have attacked this two different ways thus far this season. The first game, I wore the following ensemble: J.Crew jeans, Mark Ellis A's t-shirt (just your standard boxy t-shirt), green sneakers, green L.L. Bean fleece. That is all well and good. I looked totally fan-like. So my husband takes pictures of the family at the game, pictures of us all rockin' out on Opening Day. I look less like a fan and more like a granny smith apple. With legs. HIDEOUS like you would not believe! I am totally embarassed that I was seen like that, especially with 35,077 people, and my beloved Mark Ellis in attendance. I decided that from now on, unless it is the end of the world, and the only people who could possibly see me are the cockroaches and Cher, I will NEVER wear fleece again. If it is freezing, I will either wear my wool coat, or I will die. That is all.
So Saturday rolls around and it's time for another game. My husband reminds me that it will be cold, and that he is wearing long underwear to prepare (note to all the marrieds out there: is the fact that I have seen my husband in long underwear, and still wish to live with him a sign that we have a good marriage?). I neither own nor wish to acquire long underwear, and the pictures of Opening Night were fresh in my mind, so I instead opted for this ensemble: Gap jeans (that are too long), raspberry Ann Taylor v-neck merino sweater, black tank top, long H&M trench coat, and black heeled city boots (had to because of the longness of the pants). I definitely looked better, and these pictures (except for the ones where I was stuffing my face with a burrito) look a lot nicer. But the thing is, I didn't feel very fan-like. Yeah, I yelled my head off, and chanted "Yankee's Suck!" until I was told to stop, but I just didn't feel like the diehard fan that I am.
My conundrum is this: look like a fan, and be hideous, or look like myself and not be fun. Therefore, I am looking for some nicer "ball game clothes." That's where you come in. Any ideas for game appropriate clothes? Remember, our colors are green and gold. And also remember that it is windy in Oakland, at least until August or so.
Either leave your ideas in the comments, or send me an email. The best idea will be awarded with my unending love and dedication.
Friday, April 13, 2007
The Horrors of Friday the 13th
Of course, I speak of the matte jersey gaucho pant. Gaze upon it in its hideousness:
Folks, this is a professional picture, taken by someone who wants to sell you these pants (I would normally tell you who, but in this case...no). Do you see the problem here? Do you see why this is a problem (other than the fact that these are roughly the same color as the stuff that was passing through my son's colon when he was roughly four months old)?
Just in case you weren't looking in the right place, here's the issue: When you wear these pants, we. can. see. your. vulva. When you wear these pants, I KNOW where babies come from--in fact, I could demonstrate it to a group of curious 8 year olds. You see, these pants are made from matte jersey, and matte jersey can best be described as the high school best friend of the fabric world. It just hangs right on you, and lives to give up your secrets and make you look fat. Plus, with the fit of these things, you just cater right to its sick desires. The matte jersey is even laughing at you when you wear these things. Now just watch while it makes out with your boyfriend in the back of the band bus.
I know some people love these kind of pants because you can dress them up or down or whatever, and while that's true (for the segment of the population that is over 5'5" and under 160 lb--all the rest of you [myself included] should steer clear, at least in public), there are much better options. For starters, how's about choosing a pant with a waistband that will not expand when you decide to eat a whole chicken and a 5 lb. bag of taters? If that's not an option, or you just want something for those lazy VH1 marathon days, find a pair of comfy pants made out of a soft, yet substantial knit. I have a great pair from Ann Taylor Loft that is made of a comfy substantial knit that doesn't sneak into my crevices when I turn my back on it, and I would link it here, but I bought them a while ago and don't see them there any more. Shy away from anything thin or silky, as in addition the camel-toe effect, these also tend to look cheap after just a few washings. And nothing's worse than a cheap woman exposing her lady-parts. They force you into rehab for that kind of thing. Just ask Britney.
Thursday, April 12, 2007
It Puts the Lotion on Its Skin Or Else It Gets the Hose Again
When I was in college, my allergies were even worse, because I believe the College of William and Mary is set soundly in the Pollen Capitol of the World. There was pollen everywhere: you would come out to your car, and find it swallowed in a fine yellow powder. It was like trying to study T. S. Eliot in the middle of World War I (which sounds rather romantic, if you're a Hemingway lover, but it was totally not--romance is not bred when one looks like red-nosed death). Anyway, I spent my college career trying merely to stay alive, not to look beautiful. However, I remember during my freshman year coming into the bathroom of Barrett (my freshman hall), feeling as if I would surely slough off this mortal coil within hours, hoping merely to shower the snot off of myself, and seeing a girl from my hall standing there, calmly putting lotion on her face. Probably noticing that I was wretched, she said something to the effect of "My allergies are KILLER this year. This lotion sure does help!" I stood there thinking that only a revolver would help me at this point, and then calmly went into the shower, sneezed 18 times and resolved to hate her for the rest of my natural life.
Wednesday, April 11, 2007
What I Could Spend My Rent Money On
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
Ipex or Ihype?
Monday, April 9, 2007
Why Join a Cult?
Anyway, welcome to my new blog. If you're reading this, it's either because you like me, and know me from someplace either virtual or real (or you're a frenemy, and only pretend to like me--it's ok, I probably don't like you either) or because you stumbled on it while bored out of your mind at work and thought, "Cult? Will this one be circling our kind planet on a comet anytime soon, because I could really use a breather!" Either way, welcome! I promise to make this as fun and informative as possible.
Why did I start this blog, you may ask. Well, of the many things I am addicted to (mascara, true crime television, and books about the French revolution all included), the most debilitating of my addicitons is one to fashion blogs. I currently read about 21 of them daily, and they range from high end fashion discussions to tips for the fashionable and destitute. So, of course, being the adventurous soul that I am, I decided to throw my hat into the ring. On this blog, I will discuss things that I find interesting in the fashion and beauty world. Probably most of it will deal with things under $100 because I am poor. Will it be anything new and earth shattering? Probably not. But it will be fun, and most importantly, give you something to do between the hours of 9 and 5? Totally.
Oh, and the name--why did I name this blog well, what I named it? Mostly because I love black sweaters. That's fashion, huh? Maybe you do too. If you are a fellow black sweater lover, let me know what your favorite kind is.
Well, anyway, have a good one. I hope you'll be willing to waste your company's time with me!