Tabs that are open in my browser right now


I have this really unfortunate habit of opening interesting websites in tabs, but never closing them. Over the course of a week I accumulate tabs that just keep piling up and up and up, my computer just keeps getting slower and slower and slower. So I thought I’d share.

» First up, we have a link to DIY leggings. I’ve been thinking more about the awesome muscle leggings idea I had, and kind of want to try some. If I can’t find some white leggings, I might make my own.

» Threadless tees! Why the guys’ section? I have no idea. But I love Threadless. I have two of their shirts, and was scouting for ideas for nifty tee shirt designs for a tee that may or may not ever materialize.

» A friend alerted me to the awesomeness that is whichgoose. Those headpieces are a-freaking-mazing. I absolutely adore the butterflies, but that could be my love of Alexander McQueen speaking.

» Rules for Time Travelers? I think so. Everybody should know these in the event they should stumble upon a tachyon anomaly.

» New Moon set pictures? Um. I am totally not a closet Twilight (lol)fan. Nope.  Negatory,  not at all. Move along, there’s nothing to see here.

» And more gratuitous hot guy pictures. I think this link means I officially have senioritis. (I kind of love Bradley Cooper though. He did such a good (and by good, of course, I mean ridiculously cheesy yet kind of amazing) job in Alias. Until he got killed or witness protectioned or whatever happened to his character.)

» Who else is glad So You Think You Can Dance is back? I love love love this show, and can’t wait for a new season of exquisite choreography, strong technique and brilliant performances.

» The last tab is blank. It’s loading–I can see the loading symbol going round and round and round. There’s no url, nothing on the page, just white space. I have no idea how it got there. Perhaps it’s a symbolic palatte cleanser.


Scouting report

A new Forever 21 just opened in a mall near my house, and in an effort to find out what all the cool employees are wearing these days, I went to check it out (and do my best Sydney Bristow impression). Here’s what I found out:

» The staff consisted of two gay boys, a girl who went to the same high school as me, and lots of giggly high school girls.

» 75% of the employees couldn’t dress.

» 90% of the employees wore gladiator sandals.

» 50% of the employees were wearing some sort of legging.

» They did hire off the modelina norm: one girl had glasses, two girls were not ridiculously skinny.

» None of the visible employees were under 30.

» The manequin stylist was on crack (as in ruffled skirts layered over bubble dresses…yeah, I don’t get it either).

I did find some pretty awesome clothes and necklaces. There are scads of awesome layered chains and pearls and rhinestones, which are cheaper than you can make yourself. There are these rings that look like roses and bells (they remind me of the nursery rhyme where the lady has rings on her fingers and bells on her toes).

And there’s this pretty cool lace skirt, which I would snap up in a second if I had a job. It’s soft and romantic without sacrificing toughness.

So now I’m browsing on, and I really want this outfit now. I would even settle for going without the ridiculously expensive Alexander Wang bag. Ah, well. Maybe someday.

F21, yes?
F21, yes? by enna featuring Forever21

I am in love again

Two sandals, both alike in dignity,
In fair Nordstrom, where we lay our scene,
From gorgeous hue break to new wearability,
Where cork soles make sore feet untrue.
From forth the fatal lust for these two shoes
An empty star-cross’d wallet takes its life;
Whole misadventured high-priced killer shoes
Do with their purchase bury my meager savings.
The fearful passage of their death-mark’d price,
And the continuance of my wallet’s emptiness,
Which, but a lottery win, nought could unite,
Is now the one post’s traffic of our blog;
The which if you with patient eyes attend,
What here shall miss, our summer job shall strive to mend.

[With apologies to William Shakespeare.]


Wouldn’t it be amazing to have leggings like these, that looked like muscles and bone? I would convert immediately to the Cult of Leggings.

» Photo by Koen Hauser. More here.