Sleepyface.

Speaking of waking up on the wrong side of the bed, man am I ever irritable today. Perhaps it is because I had a super long day yesterday and didn't have time to eat a real meal. Or maybe because I forced myself out of my cozy bed this morning to look at a shitty apartment with a midget-proportioned kitchen and bathroom. Maybe it was the annoying hag behind me at the grocery store who was scrutinizing whether or not my purchases exceeded the 1-16 items limit.

Anyhoo, I must will myself to cheer-up so I can have a grand time eating and drinking with my peeps tonight. Maite is in town from Italy for a few weeks and we have all been too busy to hang out lately....the stars are aligned.

Speaking of beds, let me share with you an inspiring and metaphorical dream I had during the stressful months of opening my business.

I woke up one morning to find that my bed was on the open edge of an impossibly tall skyscraper. I panicked at first, realizing that I could have fallen to my death while sleeping. Than I thought to myself, I have never once fallen off my bed, so why should I be afraid now?

Lesson of the day:

Fear is irrational and you must trust in yourself.

Wax on, wax fucking off.

Celebrity Mania Continues!

I will say this once and I want it to sink deep into your pea-sized brains:

Your lip injections make you look like you had lip injections.
That "sexy, irresistible Angelina pout" only exists in your imagination:

Biter Alert!

When did Lily Allen start morphing into Natasha Khan?

Lily:



Natasha:

And for the love of Jesus, cover up those damn nipples!

Mertranny.

I'm gonna be in the doghouse for this (Jay pretends to get "mad" when I diss on Paris Hilton) but I can't ignore this ad any longer:


Why is it that women want to imagine themselves as legless, helpless, genital-less mythical enchantresses with hair extensions and exposed breasts?

If I was a fisherman, and I accidently reeled Paris "Man Face" Hilton into my boat, I'd be....uhh...highly disappointed. That's the one you throw back. Zing!

I guess I did want to be this when I was little though:


I just answered my own question, fuck!
But Madison only wanted to be human so she could be with Allen and live in New York City.

Lesson of the day: Be happy with who you are, your life is pretty great!!!!!

Road Trip: Part 3.

New River Beach:




By the time you walked to the water, you'd be too chilly to dip in the icy ocean:

Mmmmmmmmm.....sand..............

That "old man's beard" had a giant weird bug in it (discovered afterwards):

The view while eating fish and chips:

We went to a casino on the way home. With my beginners luck, I won back all our money plus $6 playing roulette. Quit while you are ahead....like the song says, "you gotta know when to fold 'em." I don't like gambling.

You are not allowed to take photos inside the casino....so depressing:

Good 'ol Map Ball:

Sigh...all vacations must come to an end.

I had such an amazing time..............




xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox

Road Trip: Part 2.

St. John style watch:



St. John Idol. Those are the judges:


We went to Silver Falls.....the place my shop is named after:









The climb up was a little treacherous. Let's just say my leather sandals are ruined:


























We had a family dinner party in the gallery one night.
Bacon wrapped scallops, sushi, lamb, creme brulee....damn!


Almost an upskirt:








Jay's Mom and sis:











Later, the props came out:


We ended up at the gay bar across the street. Um, there was an inflatable pool in the middle of the place....not sure what for:










I'm hot...Part 3 tomorrow.

Quickie.

Saw this dude on The Sartorialist:











Do you even need to hear my opinion on this? Do you? Do we know each other well enough?



Store blog update: Jewelery!

Adornification.

I'm starting to collect jewelery..................

This fruity set called out to me:

Fun!

Summer Road Trip: Part 1.

Shit dog! I took 260 photos! Let's get going..........


We drove through Vermont and Maine this time:




Hot Dogs in Maine are red, fyi, and the bun is toasted for extra deliciousness. Genius!




We stopped in a million small towns:




It rained so hard in Maine that we had to pull over for a half an hour!

Day three.....cruise ship in the harbor in St. John:

The weirdest, most depressing church:

The ol' gravel pits where Papa J used to get in trouble:

Funglasses:

The orchard beside....

the magical little schoolhouse we dream of buying:

On the ferry:

The air was so fresh.

Can you see Jay's golf ball:

He had to get the driving range urge out of his system:

Some Canadian geese landed in the field. Like, duh, find another spot, eh?

Later we went for a drive with the parentals. I found a fuzzy caterpillar! Is there a more adorable insect? I wonder what he's up to right now:

The caves at St. Martins.....

the tide was in. I was here before over ten years ago....funny how life draws you back to certain places:

We had deep-fried scallops and clams.

Sea captain's grave:

New Brunswick is so beautiful.

Papa J's Papa:

You should have seen how crazy the mosh pit was:

This was really funny at the time....I think we had too much sugar:

Part 2 tomorrow!