Teeny Manolo

If I’m not mistaken, that’s a Burberry swimsuit that Emme has on under her sundress.

From a swear-to-god true craigslist ad: 

BOWS FOR DOGGIES OR BABY- SO ADORABLE – $1

I AM STARTING A BOW BUSINESS FOR PETS AND WILL BRING THEM TO YOUR SHOP

$1.25 EACH ( MIM – OF 10 )

SO CALLING ALL GROOMERS – CALL ME FOR THESE ADORABLE HANDMADE BOWS

LIL*DJ* LOVE IS LIFE – DOGGIE JEMS

If you are going to go for some sort of dual marketing ploy, at least do it in a different ad! Just imagine how embarassed my daughter would be to have the same bow in her hair as the Yorkie down the street.

I knew I was in trouble as early as my shower.  Well, maybe I subconsciously knew it once my doctor told me the results of the ultrasound, but it didn’t really hit me until I began opening my gifts.

Item after item of clothing was unwrapped, only to reveal that it was- pink! Surprise! Or not…  If  said item was not totally pink, then it was comprised mainly of pink. Oh sure, there was some token purple, and perhaps a dash of brown thrown in. But overall the theme was definitely one of uber-pinkness. Even my freaking diaper pail has pink accents.

As someone who has been used to the utter lack of pink for seven years, it’s quite a shock.

I’m already tired of the color pink, and it hasn’t even been a month. It doesn’t help that my daughter doesn’t look particularly good in the color pink, unless it is a very deep pink. Her coloring lends itself more to deeper, brighter colors and pastels just make her look washed out. Is it sad that I am already noticing what colors look good on her? How superficial of me!

I haven’t yet been shopping for girl clothes, I’ve been dependent so far on whatever people bought me. The exception was for some warm pajamas that were on sale at Target for eight bucks (score!), so I don’t know if the epidemic of pink is due solely to the people who attended my shower, or if I am completely out of luck.

I have a feeling that at some point the color pink and I are going to have to make some sort of peace, but I’m not quite ready yet.

This actually came out a week or two ago, and I missed it because I was doing something impractical, like giving birth or something.

Anyhoo, I’d heard a lot of buzz about the collection, and decided to take a look for myself.

All right, I am seriously digging the Sgt. Pepper jacket.  I don’t know that I would actually buy it, but I am digging it nonetheless.

Not so enthralled with the leopard-screened sweater dress. 

The color palette you see in these photos is pretty indicative of the entire collection. Soft, soft, colors and soft, soft fabrics, including cashmere. 

All in all, there are very reasonably priced articles of clothing that I would certainly purchase for myself, and some great showstoppers, such as the Sgt. Pepper jacket and a fabulous trench coat that many adults would spring for if it came in their size.

Oh what a cutie!

But I must admit my utter shock that with her father being the billionaire CEO of PPR, Valentina is wearing Crocs.

The thing very few people know is (and here I am letting you in on a secret that not even the Bilderbergers suspect) is that the first few generations of video games, the ones that came out in the Eighties most particularly, emitted stronger EMFs than the comparatively less-dangerous games we play now. What does this mean? It means that geeks that were forged in the hot fires of Nintendo radiation remain true. They are the few, the proud, the bearers of anime tattoos based on obscure Japanese myth cycles, retold as graphic novels based on computer games. Not that I’ve dated any.

Oh, perish the thought.

Yes, geeks that had their spiritual birth in that magic time, bathed in the warm glow of the vintage, extra-radiatory cathode ray tube, imprinted for life on those characters and those experiences, and they will NEVER forsake them.

Proof:

There is a T-shirt that is causing practically every parent in the United States to go into paroxysms of outrage.

I present the Twisted Twee Tassel Tee:

You would be correct if you thought those were the type of tassels that most commonly dangle from the chesticles of burlesque performers.

In an interview with ParentDish,  UK-based designer Suzi Warren defended her creation thusly:

“There is nothing very sexy about a baggy, lap neck, long sleeved t- shirt for a 6-month-old. So by embellishing this style of garment with printed nipple tassels, the result is not that the baby becomes sexualized by the tassels, but that the tassels are made benign and silly by the baby. In fact the more inert, innocent and unaware the infant is, the more ludicrous the contrast becomes.”

Call me uptight, but somehow, I’m failing to see the irony.

What I do see is someone who seems perfectly willing to part fools with their dollars.