My First Birthday Present of the Year!

My birthday is next week, but don't worry, I'll be accepting gifts all week long ;) Check out this rockin' baseball jersey I got from my family in New York. It belonged to my brother, Anthony, who is quite the sportsman. I got both red and navy blue, along with a beautiful bracelet. Something about sporting my bro's name on my back just tickles my fancy.

Shopping Makes Me Happy.

Last night Mr. Man gave me some cash and instructed me to spend it on whatever I wanted - clothes and shoes, duh! Here's some of my swag:

Romeo & Juliet Couture gunmetal leggings with zipper detail.

Jessica Simpson "Striker" platform sandals (I got black vegi-leather).

Silver bracelt that my husband assures me is "sooo Liz".

I also got a marvelous Romeo & Juliet Couture black acid-washed racerback tunic. Couldn't find a picture online and don't feel like modeling, so use your imagination.

You know what I'll be wearing this weekend!

A Nice Surprise from the NY Rangers.

Just as I was getting out of the shower this morning, there was a knock at the door. Before I could make it to the door, I heard the familiar rumble of the big brown truck as it drove away. I peeked outside and picked up the package that was addressed to Gadget and sent from Hollywood Records.

"Babe, you got something from Hollywood Records", I told Gadget, both confused and curious as to what was lurking inside.

"Nope, You got something from Hollywood Records", he told me.

I had nearly forgotten that months ago Joey from Hollywood Records told me he'd send me a jersey signed by the NY Rangers, my most favorite NHL team. I tore the package open to discover the glory stored within:



Shocking as it was to see pink instead of red, white, and blue, it's grown on me. Now I won't look so dykey when I'm cheering on the Rangers!

I love getting presents, and getting them for no particular reason other than being my awesome self is THE BEST!

Edgar Allan Poe + Sweatshirt = Awesome

I'm one of those people who actually likes the way I look when I wake up. No make up, no hair-do, no diva-glasses to hide my googly eye - bring it. 

After an exhilarating weekend of putting my best face forward (which I'll elaborate on in a future post), it seems necessary to give myself a break. To be grungy, unkempt, and quite comfy. Yeah, today is a rock n' roll day of relaxation.

In the name of relaxation, I'm spending the day in my favorite article of clothing: My Edgar Allan Poe sweatshirt. It's interesting: I have two closets, a six-drawer dresser, and a large chest overflowing with all sorts of clothing (not to mention the seasonal items that I stash under the bed and dresser) and this, this junky $5 thrift shop find is my absolute favorite!

I picked up this gem a few years back at Buffalo Exchange while on a visit to California before I made my move. I like to imagine that it was made by college kid who was really passionate about arrrt and really desperate to make a couple bucks. 

Mr. Poe and I are off to honor the iguana. Fleas be with you.

The Sexy Old Man Discount.

I've been meaning to tell this tale for quite some time now...

A couple months ago I was in the studio and noticed Dean was wearing this amazing admiral's jacket. When I asked him about it, he told me he got it at Dragonfly on Melrose and that the little old Asian dude who works there told him, "Next time, call me 'sexy old man' and I give you a discount". I remembered the little old man. He had helped Dan and I during a shopping spree a while back. He was very sweet, but there was no discount. I was intrigued by Dean's story. I like Dragonfly and I like discounts. This sounded like something worth exploring.

About a week later I found myself on Melrose. I poked in and out of a few stores, bought some killer pants at Forgotten Saints, then decided I was ready to take the plunge. I walked into Dragonfly and saw him standing there. 

I tossed my head back, threw open my arms, and said "Hey, sexy old man!" in a very sexalicious voice. 

He gave me a big hug and said, "You called me 'sexy old man', you know what that means?" 

I played coy, "No, what does it mean?"

"It means you get 50% off anything you purchase today."

Hell yes.

I let him bring me all sorts of fabulous things to try on, and we chatted the whole time. I got to hear about his daughter at MIT, his views on the recession, and his tastes in music. I told him about Breaker, my Jeep, and shopping in NYC. I tired on 6 or 7 tops and what I ended up liking was a $66 t-shirt and a $180 sailor-style hoodie. I had my doubts about the discount - 50% seemed like a lot. Then as I was about to bring my goods over to the register he said, "and for you, no tax". Ok, now I was in shock. Was this for real? He went over to the calculator, punched in some numbers, and looked disappointed. "I knew it was too good to be true", I thought.

Then he said, "we can do better discount for t-shirt. Half is $33, how about I charge you $26?" Can I get a hell yes? What would have ended up costing $266.29 only cost $116. No joke. Just for using three magic words - SEXY OLD MAN! 

I gave him a great big hug goodbye and thanked him for a wonderful shopping experience. I kept smiling to myself the whole way home: He made my day by giving me a great discount on some killer clothes, and I made his day simply by calling him a sexy old man. 

I love this world and all of it's wonders.