To Ramona: October 2009

Also, these are cute.

Happy Punkin Day, Again!

Buy these for me here.

Really, American Apparel? REALLY?!?

A few days ago, I received an email from American Apparel with some last-minute suggestions for this year's Halloween costume:

ZOMG, American Apparel! You want me to wear THIS trick-or-treating??? ARE YOU MAD?

Now, I am of the opinion that a little daily vulgarity never hurt anyone, however these are the sorts of suggestions that immediately unearth my inner-Victorian and cause an overwhelming wave of modesty to wash over me. Even the act of sorting through American Apparel's product-shots, ensuring that I didn't include any visible BOOBS in my post, made feel awfully starched and conservative. Puritanism RULES!

And with that, I offer the wholesome:

Happy Halloween, from my bow-tie-wearing kitty pumpkin and ever-modest pals!

What does a skeleton say before eating?

Bon Appetit!

Annnd... ahem. I need this t.shirt, like yesterday.
There are several reasons for this:

1. Skeletal shirts rule. They just do. And they look really good with blond bobs. Mociun made a BOMBASS ribcage shirt a few years back that I still think longingly about.

B. It's 20% off!!! I L-O-V-E sales!!! Especially sales >10% off!!!

3. Tomorrow is the Albany Park Community Center's makeshift Halloween celebration wherein the Headstart kids parade around our classrooms in TOTALLY CUTE little costumes and trick-or-treat. Frankly, it might be my only chance to wear something quite so awesome (and scary!) whilst teaching and passing out candy to little ones. Black skeletal t.shirt & black jeans! Cool attack!
(Incidentally, I also have a rather oddball slash hilar Indian student named Robinson who thinks I am just the most fantastic creature in the world, which he reminds me of almost daily. Besides giving me really awkard pieces of jewelry, he likes to complement me on my outfits while doing a painfully uncomfortable motion wherin he runs his hands in the air around an imaginary, curvacious bod. Were he not married, extremely interested in Jesus, and, ultimately, well-meaning, it would all be rather distressing. On Monday, Robinson informed me that he'd be bringing a camera to our class on Thursday and that I should, 'wear a pretty dress' so that he may document my breathtaking beauty for his wife. I sort of really want to show up for class the above outfit. I don't think he'd like that much.)

Happy Almost Halloween!

Calling all Scientists!

I believe there are 2 or 3 scientists in my life who need these cast flasks by Pigeon Toe Ceramics. And/or, judging from the sorely lacking vasery in my home, I need them.

ILOVECATPARTY

I heart this blog sosososo much.

SharkCat

Dudley needs a Halloween costume. I'm obviously going to get him this.

UNITED BAMBOO CAT CALENDER

This United Bamboo 2010 calender has been all over the internet as of late. That it is because it is f*&@)*#&ing bombass.

Adorb cats? Check.
Adorb cats in dresses? CHECK.
Adorb cats in hip, designer dresses straight off the runway? CHEEEECK.

While this news is not press-stopping at this point, what is notable is the fact that I recently received an email informing me that I HAVE ONE 'Limited edition United Bamboo 2010 calendar featuring beautiful kittens in United Bamboo Ready-to-Wear' ON RESERVE FOR ITS NOVEMBER/DECEMBER RELEASE DATE. Schwing!

Yes, Gwyneth Paltrow paper dolls really do exist!

I have seen these in the flesh, and they really are quite fantastic. Why is it that I find paper dolls so wholly amusing and wonderful?

Thanks again, Dover Sampler, for making delight so very affordable. Only $2.78 for miniature Gwyneths, Hillarys, Susans, Jodies and Helens!

Clog Contest

I want these. Bad. Real bad.

If anyone can find these, or some sort of incarnation thereof, in the Universe of Used Shoes, I will give you a billion dollars. And/or choice of Ramona, Polly, or Dudley. Deal?

Thanks to you, Style Rookie, for getting these into my head and making it way hard to not think about them.

Best MySpace-related email ever?

Best email ever?

She totally got ahold of my account through Joan Baez, my top MySpace friend.

Linzo's Daily Wisdom

Whenever you feel the urge, do a little yoga.

(Photo Cred: B. Bonenberger)

!!!MOCIUN!!!

New. Stuff. Available. At. Mociun.

It's all just really really really really really good.

The Saga Continues...

When people steal your packages, it's the pits. However, when it turns out that .25 of your order was sent out in a different shipment, it's a little less of the sucks!

On Monday, I came home to find a mysterious, tubular package waiting for me in my foyer, hand-return-addressed by a one Caitlyn Mociun. Incidentally, my fox pup silkscreen was sent from the Mociun studio in Brooklyn while my new duds were sent from California.

HOORAY!

And, I may or may not have re-ordered another .5 of my orginal order. All is not lost.

I have Big Plans for tomorrow night.

!!!! I CAN'T WAIT !!!!

I Want You.

Go forth swiftly and download The Tallest Man On Earth's good good goooood version of Dylan's I Want You from Daytrotter. Do it immediately. Right now. Go.

The Wild Unknown

I totally heart The Wild Unknown. I heart bunnies. I heart rad lyrics. I heart neato bookmarks. I heart it all so much so that I just bought their 2009 Hawks & Bunnies calender. In October.

Let me count the ways:

1. Their website introduction RULES:

2. Their hand water-colored prints RULE RULE RULE:

3. Their bookmarks REALLY RULE:

An 'I heart Stevie Nicks' bookmark!?! I DO! I HEART STEVIE NICKS!

4. Even the photos of their products in the homes of others RUUUULE:

What has the Wild Unknown taught me today? I need more bird feathers in my home.

2010 calendars will be available on October 15!!!

Thank You, Dover.

In the wake of tragedy, Dover Publications has managed, yet again, to CHEER ME THE F UP.

Old-timey animal illustrations? Bears dressed in suit coats and striped trousers? Dogs carrying baskets filled with love-letters? Stallions flanked by berries and wildflowers?
Please & Thank you.

Dear Man or Woman Who Stole My Shit,

Why'd you steal my shit?!?

Love, Linzo

In an impulsive act of self-congratulation for receiving my first paycheck as a full-time, benefit-ed employee of the Albany Park Community Center, I thought I'd treat myself to some Mociun. So, I bought $100 worth of shirts and posters.

And then some total jerkface STOLE the FedEx-package-of-delight-and-happiness from the entrance to my home. Or the sidewalk outside of my home? Or from the FedEx truck?

DUDE, WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO WITH 2 MOCIUN T SHIRTS, A COTTON TANK (not pictured), AND AN INK-BLOT POSTER? ARE YOU GOING TO WALK AROUND MY HOOD WEARING MY CLOTHES, YOU JERK? Grrr.

Unhappiness ensues.