Overshare

I hope you're sitting down.

What's the theory here? Kill the bull with the sheer hotness of the matador? Is that legal in Spain?

While we're on the topic of sexy things...


I could not be feeling more unsexy right now (this cold has me looking like a pimply Rudolf the Red-Nosed Raindeer, only plumper). One of these days, though, I'd like to splurge on a nice bra. It will have to be a day when spending close to $100 on very little fabric seems o.k.

Not today.

What I splurged on today (after much haranguing on the part of friends) was a neti pot. I am scared of the thing (a nasal enema doesn't sound pleasant), but desperate. My fingers and toes are crossed that my nasal passages are about to undergo a revolution in health.


And the verdict is...

I'm a believer.

The neti pot has joined the ranks of Harry Potter, lasik surgery, roller luggage, camelbacks, IUDs, trekking poles, and menstrual cups-- all things I once dismissed out of hand and now actively champion. Really?! Really.

Old-School Glamour

I was obsessed with the black and white movie section of our corner video store when I was a kid (#31 in that Facebook fad of yesteryear).


Katherine Hepburn was my hero (heroine sounds decidedly less cool). She was snarky, independent, wore trousers, and had the weirdest accent I'd ever heard. In a word: RAD.

The best thing about movies from the 1930s and 40s was the effortless glamour and sharp conversation skills. Witty banter gets me every time-- one of those qualities I admire from afar.

WARNING: Turbulent transition.

I wandered into the Jackson Hole bookstore recently and picked up this book on the owner's recommendation:


It's a confection set in Laos that positively reeks of all the qualities I found so enthralling in those VHS tapes I watched on our behemoth (we're not talking screen size) TV set. MGM could have put this mystery on the big screen no problem. It's too bad they never did series back then because the second book is just as worthy:


It's not that I think movie sequels represent a cultural step forward or anything. It's just that I can't get enough of Dr. Siri, the protagonist in these books. He sees dead people and they help him solve crimes (in a glamorous and witty sort of way).

So much to love. What more can I say?

Nerd Boyfriend

Behold...


Nerd Boyfriend is pretty dang brilliant.


A blog designed to help men dress like the stars.


And for the rest of us to oggle.


Tré dreamy.

Silly Pilgrim

I originally wanted to post a soundbite from Greg Brown's introduction to Canned Goods on his album The Live One for Thanksgiving. The part where he talks about getting bosomed to death by his aunts over the holidays. No luck finding it though, so here's Marilyn Monroe turkey hunting instead.

A Royal Wedding

Gosh, I am a sucker for royal weddings.


Charles and Diana got married on my birthday.


And now it's William and Kate's turn.

My heart's a flutter.

Wild Thing, You Make My Heart Sing...

(click on pic for music)

“Once a little boy sent me a charming card with a little drawing on it. I loved it. I answer all my children’s letters — sometimes very hastily — but this one I lingered over. I sent him a card and I drew a picture of a Wild Thing on it. I wrote, “Dear Jim: I loved your card.” Then I got a letter back from his mother and she said, “Jim loved your card so much he ate it.” That to me was one of the highest compliments I’ve ever received. He didn’t care that it was an original Maurice Sendak drawing or anything. He saw it, he loved it, he ate it.”
- Maurice Sendak

Have I mentioned before that Sundays are my favorite day of the week? Well, they are.

I got introduced to Catherine Campbell's blog this morning. She's Australian. These are her goats, Lucy and Maud:


Please tell me you did not just dislocate your eyes (I can think of at least three scenarios in which you could have) because, if you did, you wouldn't be able to see these portraits by Billy & Hells that she introduced me to:

AWEsome! Especially when paired with these wack yet wonderful stuffed animals:

Tah-dah! It's Sunday.

First Snow

Imagine an inch of snow balanced perfectly along each branch and atop each leaf. That's what it was like this morning. Melted off by afternoon.