Tag Archives: pink

Coolest Thing

Fred Meyer had the coolest thing ever at their store the other day:

First of all, I’m not a ‘mug person’.  I don’t drink coffee or tea (really the only thing I drink regularly is plain old water!), so you KNOW how much I had to love this to buy it.  And I almost bought two, just in case one broke!  The skull and crossbones was created by leaving part of the mug unglazed, which adds a lovely tactile sensation to the mix.

I’ve had hot chocolate FIVE TIMES in the two weeks since I bought this mug – an all-time personal record for me!

The Victoria Velvet Collection

Besides YouTube, I spend too much time on eBay, because I can find pretty much anything I’m looking for, plus stumble across a few thing that no one should be looking for.  I remember once I found a glass bottle someone was selling that had a preserved mouse corpse in the bottom….

But anyway, I found this new-to-me eBay seller called The Velvet Collection, and I just had to share a few pictures of the corsets she’s selling.  They are too, too fab!




It’s pink!  It has feathers!  I’m in love!

And this bottom one would be perfect for a steampunk something…



Walking Away With My First Post

This is my first post, and I’m finding it strangely intimidating. Funny thing, I made a list of subjects that seemed quite pressing to write about, but now that I’m sitting here, hands on keyboard, I’m not finding them so urgent. If this were public speaking, I’d be the one standing at the podium stammering and turning red, while all my notes flutter down like confetti around my knees.

Well, okay. Since I apparently can’t come up with anything meaningful or profound for my first post, let’s go with frivolous.

I want these boots. These, right here:

I found their picture on the site: www.virtualshoemuseum.com and I’ve been longing after them ever since. I haven’t even dared check their price, because, hello, just the fact that I want them so badly shows how expensive they are. And they’re shoes. They’re not world peace, or Chuck Baldwin elected for president. If I had them, I’d throw them on the floor of my closet, just like my $3 WalMart sneakers.

But I can almost touch the shiny little black buttons, and almost feel the wap wap wap of the pink ribbons hitting the back of my heels as I strut down the street.