Everyone loves the high/low game! Can you tell which ensemble costs a mint and which costs pocket lint?
Click through to see if you've guessed correctly and get all the deets on these sweet items.
Thursday, April 12, 2012
Tuesday, April 10, 2012
Jarvis Pulp: Time to stop fighting the hot
Britpop legends Pulp reunited on Late Night with Jimmy Fallon last night. They sounded good and nice but, man, frontman Jarvis Cocker is too old to fight the hot.
Here is Cocker, embracing his natural soap-opera-supervillan good looks in 1995:
And here's a screen grab from the video of last night's performance:
It's frustrating because there's still lots of hot there. Why is he fighting it? Dude is almost 50 years old. He needs to embrace every last ember while he can.
So what happened?
Jarvis didn't just fire his stylist - he divorced her. He split from wife Camille Bidault-Waddington in 2009. Sad times for fans of grooming. Because you know what? I'm such a big Jarvis Cocker fan I named my dog after him. Check out these pics of Jarvis the Cocker Spaniel. Here's a dog who knows how to maintain his glossy sheen.
Here is Cocker, embracing his natural soap-opera-supervillan good looks in 1995:
F-i-n-e. Photo: Patrick Ford/Redferns
And here's a screen grab from the video of last night's performance:
Eeeyikes.
It's frustrating because there's still lots of hot there. Why is he fighting it? Dude is almost 50 years old. He needs to embrace every last ember while he can.
So what happened?
Jarvis didn't just fire his stylist - he divorced her. He split from wife Camille Bidault-Waddington in 2009. Sad times for fans of grooming. Because you know what? I'm such a big Jarvis Cocker fan I named my dog after him. Check out these pics of Jarvis the Cocker Spaniel. Here's a dog who knows how to maintain his glossy sheen.
Monday, April 9, 2012
Baby things: Glamour geek edition
The geek: R2D2 shoes.
The glamour: all the rest of it.
- Star Wars R2D2 Robeez leather shoes, $32 CDN, in-store and online at Chapters Indigo.
- Pleated dress (with diaper cover, not shown) in lipstick red, $49.95 CDN, in-store and online at Baby Gap.
- Cotton-blend navy herringbone throw, $34.99 CDN (now on sale online for $17.50 CDN), in-store and online at Chapters Indigo.
- UPPAbaby Vista Stroller (bassinet attachment shown), 749.99 CDN (now on sale online for 649.99), in-store and online at Snuggle Bugs.
- Blue straw hat with beaded satin trim, $49.28 USD, online at Childrensalon.
- Sterling silver dumbbell rattle, $275 CDN, in-store and online at Birks.
Friday, September 23, 2011
Congratulations! You're having a Goldfish cracker.
I can't say I'm surprised. Image by Crowbeak.Sasquatch via FlickrI don't want to tell people I'm pregnant before my first ultrasound because I don't want to tempt fate.Even though I've taken, like, three pregnancy tests plus my doctor said I was for sure pregnant, you can never be too sure.
At the ultrasound, they could tell you that your guts are all full of amniotic fluid and pregnancy hormone but there's just a bunch of cysts and. No baby.
Your body's faking pregnancy.
Sucker.
Also: they could reveal that there is a baby in the fluid-filled fetal sac, but it's ectopic and now you are both going to explode and die.
There are all kinds of shitty scenarios that could come to light at the first ultrasound which could result in you having to turn around and revoke your pregnancy announcement and then people will think you're sterile and/or that you were just looking for attention.
And that you're an even bigger weirdo than they thought.
I'm afraid that they're going to tell me that my pregnancy is progressing quite nicely, that I'm pukey all day cause my hormones are totally kicking ass and they've helped me build one hell of a placenta, my boobs constantly feel like they've just been punched because my body's naturally preparing to nurture my offspring, and that the amniotic fluid surrounds the all-important baby.
But it is a baby goldfish.
And I look up on the monitor to see the ultrasound picture, and there it all is, my uterus, the sac, the fluids and shit, and then just a goldfish cracker.
And I say "Mmm. Looks tastee."
My husband's there, too. And the drive home is awkward.
Thursday, September 22, 2011
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