... for my new diaper bag!
I really like these Reese Li bags, but my husband is NO help. (He hates them both.) Help me!
May 22, 2008
VOTE!!
March 4, 2008
Project Runway Finale... Fierce!!
If you're just like me and love spoiling surprises, check out the photos of Fashion Week 2008 here. Now it's your turn, Runway fans, who do you think should win?
Labels: The Height of Fashion
November 14, 2007
cute, Cute, CUTE!
So I've been spending Marc's hard-earned money on shoes for Erich. I found this super cute site and ohmygawsh, you HAVE to check out my latest aquisitions:

They are freakin' awesome. And even cuter in real life - if you can even believe it! Seriously, since I got them in the mail last week, Little E has worn these puppies everywhere. And they're more than just fashionable, when he wears them he can actually stand on his own for up to 15 seconds! Woo-hoo! (Bare-footed he still tries to walk tippytoed.) Also, just for fun I got a couple of these. Holy crap, my kid is so cute!
Labels: Erich, The Height of Fashion
February 11, 2006
Men in Womens Clothing
I fear I’ve reached a new low. I stalled taking a shower yesterday for a whole hour so I could watch Tyra Banks and guest hosts "Washed- Up- Supermodel- Now- Botoxed- to- the- Max- and- Struggling- to- Make- a- Comeback" Janice Dickinson and "Flaming- Techno- Drag- Diva (or Miva, can’t be too sure)" Kevin Aviance crown “America’s First Transexual Top Model.”
I flipped on the tv while stretching after taking a run - nothing like a dose of commercialism after a fulfilling frolic in nature - knowing I had to quickly shower so I could do my hair and get ready for a baby shower I was attending. Well, after several inward promises of "just 10 more minutes” I finally got to see the gender confused winner give his/her tearful speech on how great it was to finally feel validated and accepted. Slightly anti-climatic; I ended up a little confused myself. For this, I sacrificed my hair and make-up, but a bland face and ponytail would have to do. Kevin would be so disappointed.
Labels: The Height of Fashion
January 22, 2006
Under Where?
We’re about to delve into some sensitive subject matter… Underpants.
I could say: “Check your fantasies at the door,” but I’m no bouncer. Besides, isn’t the fantasy what makes blogs so awesome? So I'll simply say this: Read at your own risk.
Yesterday I had a client that made me wonder... is she dressing up for me, or does she wear this stuff all the time? I was almost embarrassed to see the back of her black silk, lace up thong. Her selection seemed more suitable for a party dress then for a massage. And no, I didn’t check the label, but
On that note, I've seen some interesting choices (I’ll spare you the scary ones). When men wear puppy and kitty boxers, I tell myself the girlfriend bought them. I want to cry for the old women in tight-as-hell “shapewear.” They must be suffocating–no wonder they tell me they’re constipated! Finally, once I had to bite my tongue when a fellow therapist complained about her client's “knee length white cotton/spandex biking shorts” (yes, all you Mormons, that IS what she was talking about).
I'd estimate that about 30-40% of my clients wear underwear for their massage. They’re always draped, so I don’t see anything I don’t want to (and believe me, I don't want to). As a side note, most veterans go commando, which is actually a lot easier, although I don’t have much of a preference.
Lucky for me, people generally don’t like to show off their nasties. I rarely see the laundry day granny panties. And if the undies are crappy (I hope not literally), they probably end up stored in the locker or shoved into a pocket. That’s fine with me. At least I haven’t seen these yet.
Labels: The Height of Fashion



