This could possibly be the most useful device ever, allowing you to have a digital photography presence before the presence of digital photography.
And you thought 1982’s bad hair would never resurface.
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Beautiful and functional: designed so your apples won’t get ooky when stacked skin-to-skin, this bowl displays them separately and standing at attention.
Here’s my ur-summer dress, whose lovely color quarry references both sea and sky. Make sure you check out its top: the silken flowiness is pierced with brass buttons, mother of pearl, and starfish. Plus, it has a belt, to give you that “whittled from swimming in the ocean” look.
Wearing this dress is probably the closest I’ll ever get to being a mermaid, and by God, I’m going to seize it.
Don’t puss out and use this stick with a white candle.
Cufflinks are the trickiest of accessories: too much, and you’re Silvio Dante; too little, and you’re Mr. Floppy Sleeves, pitiful in that fact that you have no fashionable lady/dude/personal shopper to help you out.
So for the two french-cuffed shirts that Mr. Misosouper owns, I’m thinking these bullets would be just the right touch. When people get a peek at his sleeves, there’ll be that moment, the one that occurs when a smart fashion choice crystallizes into a James Bondian recognition of his (my?) stylish wit:
“Are those…?”
“Why, yes. Yes they are.”
*For a limited time, cufflinksdepot.com is giving away flag cufflinks with purchase. John McCain is sending a pair to Barack Obama as we speak.
If I wanted to steal a bike (which I don’t, but times are tough, and bikejackings are on the rise), I would step away from the bicycle with the badass snake lock, simply because I appreciate its humor.
Then I’d pedal off on someone else’s wheels.
In Florida, when the sun goes down, the temperature doesn’t. So when it’s still 80+ degrees at night, what’s a duvet-loving girl to do?
We now cover up under The Company Store’s peacock “super light” down-alternative duvet, whose breathable material allows air flow so that our sweat and slumber never mix.
If I could pull it off, I would wear these perfect boots with denim shorts and a billowy tunic.
Alas.
I’ll just hoard them for the fall.
According to my recent unscientific survey of grocery and drug stores, the only fun Band-Aids available in my area are some variation on the SpongeBob/Dora/Barbie theme. As if to stick her tiny middle finger up to the marketing establishment, not even my two-year-old will wear them.
So we’re stocking up on these bandages; one day, after my daughter graduates from the unicorns (her current choice), she’ll fondly recall how her mother let her go to school with bacon and eggs strapped to her knee.
These hand soaps are the perfect quirky touch for when your “known you since fifth grade/saw you through Trent Reznor hair/remembers your wine cooler swilling phase” best friend comes to visit.
Maybe not so good when your mother-in-law comes to town.
