Target Love Letter

Nothing says Blog Entry like Target's last Go International guest designer on clearance! This trench was a completely unexpected lagniappe on my last visit to the store, but I still yearn for the daffodil yellow dramatically collared trench that I saw online that has VANISHED from their website.

Really, Who DOESN'T

love a good mascara review? I just finished up a tube of LashBlast by Cover Girl--big orange tube, SO easy to find at the bottom of your purse. (Even if your purse may well detain the unindentified remains of Jimmy Hoffa as I firmly believe mine may, I can think of no other realistic explanation of why the thing is so dang heavy--and count not the hardbacked books therein lest I slay thee with a glance.) (FYI, when there isn't enough mascara left in the tube to give me the drag queen eyelashes I crave, I save it and use it to comb my eyebrows!)

So I bought Maybelline's latest offering, Lash Stiletto, because it was shiny and referenced shoes! Let no one say I am not a discriminating retail shopper (am I the only one wandering along the aisles singing along to the Grateful Dead and wondering how much more I am spending per minute because they are playing music that I can sing along to?) The good news is, this stuff totally works and the freaky looking brush is killer. It's got a beat AND you can dance to it! It's no L'Oreal Voluminous (my own personal Holy Grail of Mascaras) but it's close enough to go L'OV's family reunion and eat burgers with the fam. Totally worth that 8.99 plus tax or whatever those robbers closely positioned by the highway, aka CVS, charged me.

I Don't Want To Grow Up

and yet, these two short(er than me) people running round heah seem to think that just because I pushed them out of my hooha at great personal expense, I should also provide three meals a day, shelter, transpo, even electricity.

The nerve.

And that is why I did not buy the Coach Francine IN WHITE (TDF. winter white and summer white all wrapped up in one big beautiful amazing package) today even though I could have probably squeezed the budget until its stone wept blood and then had my very own Francine instead of just the gorgeous print ad I've had taped in my cubicle since forever.

Oh, Child Support, where art thou, Child Support? Meet me out on the balcony and let's remember to forget all knives, deadly poisons, and anything else that might prevent us from spending a long and happy life together.

To Vary The Monotony of The Dress

I bring you The PANTS. these are getting so baggy, I need a new pair of black pants BADLY. those are new red JSimps on the tootsies, and that Dangerous Kitty emblazoned across my lady lumps? Truth. In. Advertising!

I did locate the Maddens, whatever possessed the delivery guy to leave them inside another box that was already sitting on my porch, I do not know. So, tomorrow will definitely see another trusty LBD and THE SWOONY SWOONY SHOOOOOES.....gotta have something to look forward to, right?

Holy Crap I'm FINALLY BACK!!!

And, lest you doubt that I have been working the dress/heels/fab bag combo, here is photographic (if not photogenic) proof, that I most certainly have been.

BCBG Girls four inch black patent & suede platforms, courtesy of eBay (long ago).

my new and intensely beloved cobalt blue patent leather Maxx New York leopard print lined bag, also off eBay--this baby retailed for 199.00 and I won the auction at around sixty bucks. this bag is worth every. single. penny.

And finally here is Yours Truly and PLEASE (really. I beg of you.) ignore the mess. Welcome to your first glimpse of The Tin Can of Freedom, and Martha, dammit, you did not show up AGAIN today. I didn't wear any makeup today, other than some translucent powder, and no jewelry--was up all night smooochy with new cell phone.


I ordered these fantastic and fantasmagorically priced (39.99 w/free s&h)Steve Maddens, LOLLOA Blush
According to the email I recieved from the SM website, they were delivered today at 6:34PM, however, a close inspection of my mailbox, front porch, and every single blade of grass in the yard has revealed no shoe box package. Hmmph.