Sunday, May 13, 2007
Loving is the ocean, kissing is the wet sand
MY OWN revolutionary costume for today? I think it was in a Seinfeld episode where they decided that if you go out in gym clothes, then you've given up. Well, be that as it may, I'm in mad love with the lululemon yoga/track pants that I picked up over Easter. Casual, sure, but they are tres-Vancouver...tres-Dustin/Kandice greeting Phil at the Pit Stop. For now, I live in them. Check me giving you blue steel.
Thanks to La Yani for turning me on to the Meez.
ADDED: Oh, and remember that mini-wearing 61 y.o. from the other day? It's been killing me who she reminds me of. I was stuck on "pint-sized Bea Arthur" for days, when it hit me. She's Madame, in face and voice. Crap, does that make me Wayland Flowers? So not sticking my fist up her skirt. Wait, she's a marionette. Whew.