Inspired by my cohorts over at PCL LinkDump and Stirred, Straight Up - here you go, dear readers: Baby Lethal after an especially Lethal visit with her aunt the hairdresser. Who obviously was a big Mia Farrow fan.
I know, you’re thinking, “How could such a good girl go so bad?” or “From Dimples to Dowagers!”
I went to the gym earlier than usual today and was confronted by the two types of women’s-only gym members: the older, chubbier lady eager to keep her health, and the exercise anorexic. There’s one ‘rexic I usually see, ipod in, chugging Red Bull while furiously jogging on the treadmill, shaking the floor. This morning I found a pair of keys on the treadmill and after doing the usual, “Anyone’s keys?” I brought them to the front desk. A few minutes later, an exorecic snapped at me, “Can I have my keys?” She had been on the elliptical, I think, with earphones in. When I explained that I brought them to the desk, she snarled, “Well, I wasn’t finished.” She went on to another machine and turned the pages of her magazine as loudly as one can. Who are these hags? What’s the use of being uber-thin if you are mean and angry? Note to self: never go the gym on Saturday morning again.
I’m pleased to report the new Issue of Dowager Quarterly has hit the newsstands to-day!
Here’s the flickr link.
enjoy!!
I cannot take credit for this masterful creation, so please give the author his due! Also, I apologize for any technical photo troubles. It’s hard to maintain the site whilst up north at the family estate.
If only Christmas were like this! That’s Eva … you know Zsa Zsa never worries about being naughty or nice.
drummers drumming
pipers piping
maids-a-milking
swans-a-swimming
lord-a-leaping
geese-a-laying
ladies dancing
5 golden rings
calling bird
french hen
two turtle doves
and a partridge in a pear tree!
It’s Christmastime and that means lots of Baby Jesus! They are everywhere - big, fat, blonde-curled, well-fed non-Jewish-looking Baby J’s.
Check out these Fabulash Baby J:
What happens when Satan, I mean, Santa, meets his Christmas nemesis, Baby J?
‘when are you going to get that Christmas is about me now?’
Baby Opie Jesus! He’s the redheaded stepchild of Mary and Joseph:
Are they making him lay on a doormat made out of spaghetti?
Oh, this poor Baby J has a black eye and is held aloft by a giant!
We have the dresses for the baby Jesus in our store. We will have more dresses and sizes and chairs coming soon! This Niño Dios has brown glass eyes . the diaper comes in shades of beige.
I don’t know where that store is, but gift cards would be an appropriate lethal gift …
This one has a nice french manicure and is wearing a brass hat!
Oh wait, it’s a halo! I want one (the portable halo, that is.)
And despite Proposition 8, some Baby Jesuses did come out of the closet this year:
He is known as the “Divino niño” and indeed he is Divine!
This just looks painful:
Like chicken in a basket, but with Baby Jesus:
And I debated for a few seconds about whether to post this one at all, because it’s one of the most frightening things I’ve ever seen:
THE HORROR!
I love Carla Bruni-Sarkozy. And the name of the company - Pardon!
SAINT DENIS DE LA REUNION, France (Reuters) - A French court awarded first lady Carla Bruni-Sarkozy 40,000 euros ($57,500) in damages from a company that sold bags emblazoned with a picture of her in the nude.
The case was the latest in a series of legal actions over the presidential couple’s image, which have drawn accusations of frivolity from critics of the media-savvy Sarkozys.
The nude photo of Bruni-Sarkozy was taken in 1993, when she was a professional model. She had asked for 125,000 euros in damages from Pardon, a fashion chain in the French Indian Ocean island of La Reunion which used it without her permission.
“The unauthorized use of the image of Carla Bruni caused her moral and economic damage,” a court in the island capital Saint Denis de la Reunion said on Thursday.
Poor Daddy and Beauty Queen Stepmama Lethal have been without heat and power for four days! And they are not hillbillies, mind you - they live in a major city. Here I am in Los Angeles, complaining that I’m “cold” in the 50+ heat, wearing my pink Isaac Mizrahi wellies in the rain. They went to stay at an elderly friend’s, prompting BQS to tell me, “I feel like a turkey! That place is like an oven!” Old people always have the heat up high.
Still, I am in a Christmas-y mood this year for reasons unknown. It’s not really because I love the Baby Jesus and am repulsed/frightened by Santa Claus. My favorite Christmas song is Dean Martin’s version of “Marshmallow World,” because it sounds like he got drunk and fell into a snowbank, and because I love Marshmallow Fluff, which you can’t get here in LA. They have an abomination called “Puffed Jet Creme” by Kraft which sounds like something you’d fix airplanes with. Luckily, my cousin keeps me in a steady supply.
Is he the King of Cool or what? I’m forever crushing on Dino. Whenever I play this, the pup looks up when Dino sings, “like a pumpkin head,” because that’s his nickname.
Here’s Dino and Frank.
Do you know Cobina Cugat? Oh, if not, you must dash over to her villa at the Garden of Allah. Her son, Clifton, is a pal of mine. When Cobina isn’t on the Drambuie, she makes the most marvelous little beaded jewelry confections.
She gets her inspiration in the craftiest ways! Check out the Hildegard Neff (click to enlarge):
My goodness! Nina Foch, Beverly Garland, Bettie Page on the way out and here goes dear Sunny, after being comatose for 28 years. Her children kept her looking fabulous until the very end. Poor thing. I didn’t believe those bad things that Glenn Close portrayed her doing.
Evening gown, ca. 1968
Hubert de Givenchy (French, born 1927)
Salmon-colored silk with feathers
Gift of Mrs. Claus Von Bülow, 1971
