Showing posts with label vanity. Show all posts
Showing posts with label vanity. Show all posts

Friday, December 11, 2009

what erin made me do



OK, so she didn't make me do the jazz hands or the peace sign, which by the way, I had to stop for a minute to try and remember how that one went. What are those hand signal things rappers do? And what do they mean? Oy.
She did, however, tweet about these Hunter Lace Ups and then I HAD to go and buy them. Happy Christmas to me. Now make me stop buying myself pressies cuz on Christmas morning my kids are going to run down to the tree and it will look like this. And I'll have to explain how Mommy really likes to indulge herself. Nice Mommy.





Tuesday, December 8, 2009

special in a terrifying but special way

So, today is a special day. Special in a terrifying but special way. I feel that I should prep you, have you sit down and pour you a bourbon and light you a Virginia Slim before I let you in on a secret. Ready? I. Am. A. Complete. Nerdy. Dork.

Yes. It's true. And later today I will no longer be able to hide it. See, this is the deal. I'm going to be in an etsy video. And I haven't even seen it yet. And I'm a little worried that every weird mannerism and tick will be magnified to a million. My hair will stick straight out, I will babble on like a senseless idiot and my outfit will scream that show where the shrill couple accosts you to tell you how much you suck and then redoes your closet.

And the funny thing is, I'm not so much the kind of lady to be all "Oh I have to be perfect and everyone should like me." But somehow a video, which if you didn't already know is a moving talking and in color affair, is a little intimidating. I don't think I want to see myself moving and talking and in color. MY God. How do the movie stars do it??

So, consider yourselves warned.

I will probably post the video here when it goes live. If I don't pass out from embarassment.


And now I'm going to go find that bottle of bourbon and break out the Virginia Slims.