if suri can wear a tutu out in new york [see here], then why can’t i shovel snow in one? exactly my point.
I just started my new school in Maine and all of my girlfriends are going bananas over these metallic flats. Since ombre is totally still in style (and I’m not about to die my hair pink), I decided to layer on the different shades. The flower in my hair is circa 2000, but my Mom said Carrie Bradshaw used to wear one also. No idea who that is, but whatever, I love flowers.
Don’t worry, the move to Maine hasn’t affected Logan’s style at all.
When my Mom pulled this darling coat out of the attic, I jumped for joy — and its not because jewel tones are in this season. It’s the perfect statement piece for winter and paired with this delicious muff, i’m rockin’ and rollin’ in my new home state of Maine. Yes, I know it’s not really the best place for a budding fashionista such as myself, but I’ll make do. I’ll be hitting the outlets before everyone else can so watch out New York!
Fab.com by the numbers
Today marks the 5 month anniversary of Fab.com.
What an incredible and fast ride it has been!
It’s really hard to express the emotions of our journey in written words. I’m a numbers guy, so I’ll stick to the charts. Let me just say that it is such a thrill to be able to share our vision of…
Can’t wait to receive this amazing gift
Only the best for the soon-to-be departing Shelby. She’s going to hang this over her NEW fireplace in Portland, ME. If she doesn’t, I’m coming to get him (the lobster.)
Now this is interesting, wine tastings paired with music from Sting. No Sting won’t be there, it’s just to celebrate his 60th. I wonder what the cross-over is between wine aficionados and Sting fans?
I would love to see the pairing notes from this event. What wine do you think goes best with Roxanne or Message in a Bottle?
Happy Friday from Professor Owl
(Source: fashimals)
Dear people who whine about interface changes on Facebook:
From Kent Brewster:
Unless you are paying money to advertise on Facebook, you are not a Facebook customer. As far as Facebook is concerned, you’re not even a human being. You are one of an infinite herd of cows. Facebook (and its faithful ranch-hand Zynga) spreads a thick layer of content for you every morning, you chew it up all day, and they milk you for your lovely creamy clicks every night.
Sure, you might have been calved on the nearby Yahoo or MySpace farms, and you might someday slip under the pasture fence to the greener grass of Google+, but in the end … you’re a cow. Moo all you want about how Facebook went and moved the damn salt lick again; they’re not going to listen.
Why? Because you’re a cow. Now shut up and consume your content.
