Cooler than You: Stupid Things I Say and Do

As the snow clouds fill the sky, with an unrelenting rage of white shroud falling at a diarrhea rate, my cardio of shivering under fleece is doing little more than make my chairs wobble from the constant rock-rock-rock. Though, in my continual battle against the elements--and my refusal to completely de-sex myself in the long doll-drum days of winter--wool plus flannel is like a girl's BFF this winter.   Enter, Bruyere no. 2.  The first one, the original '90s throwback, first appeared on the Curvy Collective .  Even with that questionable fabric, I still love that version. Though, I must say . . . it stretches and doesn't hold up well.  I would say that thing will still be dead by spring, but I don't see daffodils and such peeking from the ground.  Instead, I see miles and miles of the white shroud.   Yes, hello 1 March from the IKEA in Brooklyn.  I'm shivering over here.  Yes, yes, I am.   That aside . . . Bruyere number two...

Oh sweet baby Jesus I've been busy . . . especially since I haven't posted in two weeks.  So without further ado, here's a few things across the way these days. At the beginning of January I ventured to the depths of AHA hell, or some such, as post (once I was back home) I got crafty in the house.  These fabulously tacky pillows are nothing but pure awesome.  Some Anna Maria Horner velour, some fringe from the shop by the Ditmars Ave stop, two random zippers, and making up shit as I went along gave me this.  One side is leopard, one the dots. Up.  Don't lie, you know you want some.  They are that awesome. There was a few runs through the park.  Sweet baby it's been cold. Of course, there were also several days of frozen water ways.   Yea, it says something about frozen rivers . . . in the heat of the city too.   Though, on instagram folks got the see the Extreme Plaid Matching: Weekend Edition.  ...