Lanvin

• Here’s to starting off a new week that won’t try to kill me like last week did! There are no words for how every day managed to take a giant crap on my mood. I got all my days mixed up and forgot Photo Friday and here it is Sunday and I’m posting +&-. I think I’m going to take a few days off. All of you are enjoying your long weekend anyways so, whatever.
• Rumors were abound that Lanvin would be doing a capsule line for H&M and it finally was confirmed that it will be released on November 20th. If it’s anything like the Comme des Garcons collection for H&M, it will probably be way out of my budget and quickly sold out. I’m still excited to see what kind of drapey goodness they’ll have! Previews will be revealed and flooding the interwebs on November 2nd.

a few pieces from the Spring 2010 Lanvin/Acne denim colab

• This post from Style Bubble of Susie’s trip to Istanbul… just go look at the pictures!
• really long but very interesting article on linguistics

When your language routinely obliges you to specify certain types of information, it forces you to be attentive to certain details in the world and to certain aspects of experience that speakers of other languages may not be required to think about all the time. And since such habits of speech are cultivated from the earliest age, it is only natural that they can settle into habits of mind that go beyond language itself, affecting your experiences, perceptions, associations, feelings, memories and orientation in the world.

• From a 1940s issue of Varsity Magazine, are you a good roommate? (via)

• METAL ART CLAY!!! I had never heard of this stuff before but holy cow it sounds awesome! It’s tiny bits of metal mixed with a clay compound. Like clay, you can mold it into anything you want. Once it’s fired, the binding agent burns off leaving you with your metal piece. Learn all about it here. The silver kind can be fired on a gas stove top or with a butane torch! Kinda pricey though.

• Every Labor Day weekend, my dad drives to Hillsville. VA, where the entire town turns into an antique show. I used to go with both of my parents when I was a kid. Now I stay at my parents’ house to take care of my mom. This weekend we ordered her a new memory foam mattress. This means I had to get the hydraulic lift out of the basement, put her in a harness, strap her onto the lift and crank her ass out of her old bed, carefully push her into the other bedroom hanging like a slab of beef, lower her onto the other bed and wait for the delivery. I got the new bed ready and hauled her back to her fresh happy bed. Totally ridiculous. She’s loving the new mattress though. Another glamorous day in the life.

• I wanted to clear something up… an addendum if you will. You know all that lovey dovey stuff I said about relationships last week? Well it totally doesn’t count when you’re PMSing, irritable, and hormonal as hell. I’m trying. Really. I truly hate cashing in on exceptions made for women but my god have I been a ball of hormones. This little article on how to make your marriage divorce-proof was pretty cute though. It still didn’t cheer me up.

• Who knew that when you get renter’s insurance, it won’t cover your damaged goods from a roof leak or the ceiling falling in, or a toilet backing up? I sure as shit didn’t know this! Our claim for the bf’s water damaged TV was denied because ALL renter’s insurance policies (at least in the state of Virginia) don’t cover damage from occurrences that could’ve been prevented by proper maintenance on the part of your landlord. I find this to be ridiculous because how can anyone be expected to constantly do preemptive maintenance? The reasoning behind it is that why would a landlord ever do maintenance if insurance will always pay for damage? My answer to this is, no one would rent from crappy landlords! Oh well, we’re screwed and the policy did indeed state this in a way that a true weasel would be proud of. Now, if a gust of wind blows off our roof, a meteor engulfs the property in flames, or an escaped elephant crashes into our building… totally covered. Natural and freak disasters? No problem. Good to know. Now, we tread lightly in taking this up with the landlord… or we look into the statute of limitations and deal with him after we move to another place. As much trouble as our place was in the beginning, we finally have it just the way we want it, it’s such a deal and dammit, I don’t want to move again any time soon!
• I like to consider myself a girl’s girl, meaning I pride myself in being the type of woman that other women can trust and who will make them feel comfortable, because I am no threat. Example: say a dear male friend of mine introduces me to his girlfriend. I will probably end up talking to her more than him, and definitely look at both of them when talking, trying to make her feel included and not threatened. Out of respect for their relationship and her own femaleness, I want her to trust me and not cause insecurity problems for my friend. I would also always expect  her to be involved in hangouts and would extend the invite to her. I absolutely hate women who flirt with married/taken men. I completely cut off a close friend of years who drunkenly made a pass at my bf ( because when you’re drunk, you still know what you’re doing when you’re doing it and it’s been a year and she never once called to apologize so she can go to hell). I also don’t respond well to my bf’s female friends who don’t include me, are intrusive and even rude. I can spot a woman who isn’t a “girl’s girl” a mile away and this elephant never forgets. That’s all I have to say about that.

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