misosouper, a shopping blog

I’m a little (OK, a lot) in love with these glasses, in part because they are the “Anna” style. J Crew and Selima realized, after years of puffing on my part, that almost everyone, skin toned from dark to light, looks better in glasses that are *not* black. Colors more on the brown/green spectrum are more universally flattering. (I’ve worn glasses for 15 years, and have tested this theory with 15 different hair colors.)

So they decided to name these after me. Thank god someone finally listened.

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Yup, this shirt is from the Gap. Way to go, Patrick Robinson!

As my husband recently said, “These clothes aren’t nearly as ugly as they used to be.”

To (mis)quote Flannery O’Connor, a good table is hard to find.

So while Mr. Misosouper is still lamenting the loss of the fabulous pool table on which you can dine (still not distributed in the US…boo!), I’m leaning toward purchasing this amazing black lacquered crazy leg number. Paired with white chairs, this would be my idea of perfection.

Yes, we’ve lived in this house for 6 months, and no, we still don’t have a proper dining room. So I guess we won’t be inviting you over for dinner any time soon.

In order to wear this necklace, you must be confident, and a little bit crazy. You know, to withstand all the inevitable “look! she’s wearing an octopus!” comments.

So this summer, if you see a girl with eight arms dangling around her neck, come say hello. I’m one of the few people you’ll ever meet who can say “octopussy” with a straight face.

I miss my old neighborhood in Chelsea, and sending David Horvitz to the mailbox on my former street corner to take a photo, then using the mailbox to send the photo is somehow comforting, in a very circuitous way.

And for $10, a whole lot cheaper than plane fare to New York.

I’m a little disturbed that this Thursday’s splurge comes from IKEA. That’s a bit like saying your hamburger came from Taco Bell, right?

Regardless. If you want the look of built-in bookcases at a stand-alone price, then Besta’s your uncle.

I really like the Slanket, probably because I often pad around our house with a blanket on my shoulders, shawl-style. (Pull the blanket over your head and imagine how you can scare the kids when you peep in their rooms at night!)

Bonus: use it to indulge your adult monk fantasies, then retire comfortably to your couch, no changing required.

I’m going to ask stitchaline509 to inscribe me a pillow with “Head Like A Hole.”

Who’s with me?

Although I spent last Wednesday’s post extolling the virtues of the Birkenstock, I remained unsatisfied. I was, after all, extolling the virtues of the Birkenstock. Questions remained: Birkenstocks? Really? Was that the best I could do? Could my husband’s dirty vegan hippie jokes actually be true? Worst of all, were the Birkenstocks a lazy choice, evidence that my shopping skills were beginning to mold?

So back to Zappos I went, determined to do better. These non-Birkenstocks meet my earlier criteria: metallic, comfy, relatively cheap, gladiator-esque. They arrived on Saturday, thanks to Zappos’ badass shipping, thus ending the Birkenstock curse. While I’m a dirty vegan hippie on the inside, my feet don’t have to show it.

(Yes, these are the same shoes featured in the Anthropologie catalog, except in a different color and inexplicably renamed “Coachella Valley Thongs.” Anthropologie doesn’t reveal their brand, but that’s why you have me, right?)

The best summer host/ess gift: four of these Warhol melamine butterfly dishes will only set you back $8, making them deeply superficial indeed.