Phlegmmy's most girly HALLOWEEN COSTUME:
1970, I had just turned 5, and mom got me the coolest outfit - I was the girl bugaloo - I felt SOOOOO pretty! Proving you can be a groovy chick at the ripe old age of 5.
Oh, on the subject of the in-laws' new fancy digs - apparently husband and I are going over on Saturday night to take a gander at the place. Too bad my cell phone camera is on the fritz, or I could regale you with pictures as well as madcap tales afterward. More on that later...
Sadly, I finished reading Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell yesterday. As I was getting closer to the end, I slowed down and spaced it out rather than charging like a bull as per usual. The prose was simply too beautifully written to rush. It's satisfying when I read a book and none of it has turned out like I expected. Hopefully the author will write sequels to this one.
Here is my current obsession, and can you believe it? For once they are not John Fluevogs. These are the cutest shoes I've seen in 2 or 3 weeks, honest! They are sassy. To paraphrase Air Supply, I can't live if living is without these shoes.
About Madonna's Angry Inch, for the befuddled in the peanut gallery: a few years ago there was a wild rock-opera musical movie (first it was a play, I think) called Hedwig and the Angry Inch about a man in Germany who wanted to become an American citizen and had a sex change to marry an American G.I., but the surgery was a bit botched, so now rather than being one gender or t'other, Hedwig has the ubiquitous angry inch.
Glad y'all like my new blog togs. Cat did an awesome job. Yes, I'm shaking my fanny a bit over here. Woohoo!