May 10, 2015 · 4:00 am
Or is she just a dope?
This was taken at the same kid’s play as fashion dad. This place was blogger heaven. And what a perfect mother’s day post #1 (#2 will be the sentimental one where I refrain from parent bashing).
First, let’s run by the definitions of dope.
There is the Webster version, surprisingly puts drugs above stupidity:
I like to think that the last one is really ‘the poop’, but hey, I tend to lean towards bathroom humor.
Moving to Urban Dictionary with their many versions of the drug definition, culminating with this one which is my favorite:
Good old Smokey is one angry dude but he uses Gary’s favorite term, rat’s ass, so I love him x 10.
Then there is the definition that something dope is something cool (I am guessing this is the one she was going for). But we can’t rule out the fact that this mom could have just been… a dope. With the need to let everyone know.
May 9, 2015 · 2:24 pm
Today’s dad has so little time in his day. But that does not mean he has to rush off to his kid’s play without looking his best.
This guy has got it goin’ on. Pairing a Long Island Carpet Recycling black long-sleeved T with those classic – never go out of style – half camo, baggy shorts is a big win. The black kicks with the matching black no-show socks are the obvious choice for spring footwear.
But nothing says, ‘hey, I am the ultimate family man’ like finishing this ensemble off with a Coach diaper bag.
It is so very clear to me that he is on the phone with his wife to find out where she put his penis.
Ok, that was mean, I just had to go for the obvious laugh. Admit you were all thinking the same thing. And don’t start getting all dads are equal parents and there is nothing sexier than a dad taking care of his kids on me. That was my life in a big way and we wouldn’t have done it any other way.
I just had a more gender neutral diaper bag.
April 25, 2013 · 12:00 am
How can that be? One minute you are obsessing over nursery school and then you turn around and you have been at this for 24 years. And by some miracle you haven’t messed them up.
Yes, kiddies, today marks the 24th birthday of my girl. And oh what a difference a year makes. Since 23 she has found her dream job, moved into her own apartment and learned to balance a tight budget.
There is so much I can say about her, but mostly I want to thank her for being such a good sport about posing, for always being there to make me laugh and most of all for constantly reminding me why I was put on this earth.
To be a mom.
I love you Petuney; and I could not be any prouder of who you have become. May this be your best year ever!
June 16, 2012 · 11:52 pm
Being a family of women who are not known for our love of shopping, Jana and I try to do little things along the way to entertain ourselves.
As we were walking through Century 21 (the discount store, not the realtor for those who were confused last week), we came across a rack of fur jackets and dresses. As I was snapping away, my dear, sweet, thoughtful daughter uttered the words every blog mother dreams of, “Do you want me to try this on so you can get a shot of it?”
Being the coy blogger and considerate mother that I am, I asked, “Do you mind if I do a post on this?” Her response? “When I offer to do something like this it is understood that you want to blog about it.”
Damn I love that kid.
We have always held to the idea that women are slaves to fashion and will wear just about anything that the fashion gods tell them is chic. This dress was no exception, until Jana tried it on. She said, “Hey, I get why people would want to wear this. It is soft and warm.”
This style has a certain prehistoric charm to it, don’t you think?
May 25, 2012 · 11:38 pm
Wishing you all a very happy start to the best season of the year.
Take off your shoes, paint your toes any color your heart desires, go to the beach, do a little gardening, surf, sail, bike, play golf, tennis or whatever endorphin inducing pastime you can think of, BBQ, put the top down, play the music real loud, eat outside, unplug, read paper, play with your kids, your dog, your cat, your sloth (for you American Idol watchers) drink a little too much, sleep late, eat ice cream, turn on the sprinkler (not just for the kids) and most of all…
Happy Memorial Day and may you wear white pants with a clear conscience.
December 20, 2011 · 10:10 pm
Ahhh… the zebra head hoodie; no wardrobe is complete without one.
What the hell? Who is responsible for this design? And who approved it? And who, on this planet would find themselves needing to own this?
Where do you wear such a thing? Trip to the zoo? East Village? Zebratown? (that’s a neighborhood, isn’t it?)
I know, way too many questions. (great, now someone is definitely going to buy me one of these as a gag gift, right?)
December 13, 2011 · 10:15 pm
I know, only I could run across a french bulldog with a pleather Biker Dude jacket in Home Depot.
On a Monday night.
In the suburbs.
Because, my friends, I attract this sort of thing. And I fully accept my lot in life and whole-heartedly embrace the responsibility to share this with those of you who are less fortunate in the ways of crazy occurrence in daily living.
Or just don’t carry a camera. Or a smartphone. Or – we can’t rule out – don’t care enough to document (shame on the last category)
Sunday I came across a ridiculous man with a dog in a stroller in the Bloomingdales shoe department. The next day I meet a foreigner with a biker bulldog in Home Depot. That makes sense, right? I am usually a firm believer that pets do not belong in clothing. They already have a coat, if you put one over it they might get overheated. Except in the case of my dear dog friend Penny, she just gets a little chilly and needs something to warm her up in her old age.
But since this coat was so spectacular I loosened my rule and started a conversation with the guy:
Me: OMG can I take a picture of your dog?
Guy: Um, I guess so (heavy slavic accent)
Me: He seems to like wearing it.
Guy: Yes, he does.
Me: Where did you get such a thing?
Guy: (with a much thicker accent than I thought he had at first.) Wal-Mart.
And there you have it kids. Another day in the life.
October 19, 2011 · 12:26 am
See anything odd about this catalog page?
If you have the new Urban Outfitters catalog in your house, flip over to page 18 and check out this chick on the bottom right with the rat on her head. (or is that a mouse?)
Because, you know, every young woman wants to wear a rat when she goes out.
WTH? Seriously, the art director walks in and says to the waif-like model, ‘ok hon, so for the next shot I want you to wear a rat on your head’.
And she is fine with it.
I believe this has something to do with the fact that she probably needs a cookie.
October 15, 2011 · 7:12 am
If you ever met me you know I am a long-standing uber loyal MacUser. Not one of these OMG the new shiny/shiny is out I have to get me some sort of MacUser. I am the I have a Mac SE under my desk that I upgraded to a 52MG hard drive and thought I was all that sort of MacUser. (for my young readers, read the history of Apple)
So today, I am proud to announce I have finally left the ranks of dissatisfied Blackberry users and crossed over to the iPhone side. Of course it is love at first site. For the first time ever, I took my (fully charged) phone out of the box, synched it to my computer in under 3 minutes and went about my day.
No loss of data.
In celebration of this momentous event I have started a new blog:
No, I am not kidding. Here is a little screen shot.
I apologize to RIM for this. And honestly at the beginning I loved the Blackberry. But I probably hold the record for both more units needing to be replaced AND the most forced, pull-out-the-battery restarts in a day.
I am soliciting submissions from people on how they choose to express the grief they have had from their Blackberries. (video or photo).
So hop on over. And feel free to send in your submissions. Be creative and don’t be shy.
October 7, 2011 · 12:02 am
No, you are not in the wrong place. This is the same old i could cry but i don’t have time with a whole new look.
Yes, this is a tale of the shoemaker’s kids having no shoes. Believe it or not, this blog has been around since 2008. And yes, I was a graphic designer without branding. I liked to think of it as my rebellion against too many decades in the business. You know, like the fashionista who goes out in sweatpants just to prove she is not shallow.
Actually that is a horrible analogy and the real reason this blog never carried a designed header is because:
a] I was lazy
b] I was never happy with anything I designed for it
c] I was lazy
d] I had commitment probems
e] all of the above
oh and f] I was lazy
Anyway, I bit the bullet, took the plunge, reveled in the fact that I did not toss out that fabulous book of archival drawings in the big office purge and today I bring you the newly branded, jam master i could cry but i don’t have time. (maybe i should change the name to i could design but i don’t have time – but that would not be clever or funny, for that matter)
Ah… change and commitment. Neither are ever comfortable but this was long overdue. I hope I don’t wake in the middle of the night and regret this. (prone to drama)
I am still playing with theme design but this is a start. If you have any comments, critiques, suggestions or opinions… keep them to yourselves.
Just kidding, I would love to hear what you think.
Oh, and for those of you on email subscription who don’t want to click over to the web and see this baby in real life, here is what the logo looks like: