Joan

I meant to show y'all my badass Joanie costume from Halloween! If you don't watch Mad Men, you should still know who this chick is because it's just important. To the world. And other places.

So anyway - this (see below) was the goal with only some hair dye, a vintage store and some excess winter weight to help me out.

The hair went full red. Sadly it didn't turn out as orange as I hoped, but the commitment was made. The incredibleness of this photo lies in the fact that I successfully fashioned a beehive with ALL MY OWN TODDLER HAIR. And a shit-ton of hairspray.I also made the earrings out of a weird set of pendants and some craft supplies found at the local Michaels. Hot glue 4 LIEEFE!


Here's the entire ensemble. You can't tell, but I even have a pen necklace (thank you, Etsy) and my turquoise shoes (thank you, Jessica Simpson...gah) flippin' MATCH my blue and green dress (found for $20 at the thrift store and is from the correct era except there was a weird bunching situation in the front that made me look pregnant when posing).
B got to be Han Solo this year because I made him be Ira Glass last year.

And then on top of it all - I was still able to do things like this, thanks to the help of drink.Yes - I'm holding B's laser shooter gun thing. It makes "pew!" noises.

Anyway - I was damn proud of that costume and since I tend to post a picture of what I go as every year - I didn't want you (dear Internet) to feel as though a part of you was missing for not knowing what I was for Halloween in October of 2010. The end.

Whats with the up.

I know, I know, I KNOW. I'm sorry. I know it's been a week since I've posted or commented or done anything blog-related.

Do you know...I just apologized for having a life. Look at what you've reduced me to.

Now I have to back peddle with nonsense about the fact that you all have lives too, of course...blah blah blah. I'm not doing it. I just ate potato salad for chrissakes.

What's really sad is that this post will hardly have been worth the wait. Yes, I know you've waited. I'm not going to tell you what I've been doing. I'm not going to express any outrage at the goings-on of any pop culture "icons" or fashion trends. I haven't been to seen a single band or heard any new music that inspires anything but apathy. I'm not even going to go off on a nerdy tangent about why Wes Anderson is a better director than the Coen Brothers.

No, YOU watch it.

I'm just poppin' in to say 'whut up'. And that I'm not going to come back again for a couple of days. Try not to slit your wrists over it. I hear that's an inefficient method of suicide anyway. The internets is a good resource for more user-friendly options. I read that somewhere. Probably on the internets.

Out.