Lord of the Rings Style.

Aragorn: Ranger, Elendil's heir, ultra cool King of Gondor, man of fashion.
I think that perhaps I am the only one who is struck with envy and longing for Aragorn's pants. They look so cool tucked into his boots, and they seem to be made out of some sort of wonder fabric that looks soft, like velvet, without making Aragorn look like a silky boy. Tough manly velvet; luxe but earthy. Frankly Aragorn's pants are the Fall staple I have been looking for my whole life. Existing somewhere between brown and black, they add texture to any outfit, but with a sense of fun. They say "yeah my pants are awesome and stylish, but I can go hunt some orc in them."
It may sound like I am kidding, but I am deadly serious (deadly!) I need me a pair of Ranger pants.

Current Inspirations

Gee, I love movies.

Tim Burton's "Alice in Wonderland" looks awesome! I already know that I am going to love this movie with an almost perverse intensity that half my friends will not understand.
Can we take a moment to appreciate the amazing Colleen Atwood who has been Tim Burton's costume designer for low these many years. She also designed the costumes for "Nine" a musical with Daniel Day-Lewis based on my favorite Frederico Fellini movie directed by Rob Marshal. The trailer can be seen here. I want to know who Rob Marshall's lighting designer is, because this looks fantastic.

Like Whoopi Goldberg

Once on "Malcolm in the Middle" (underrated television? I think so, but anyway) Frances explained to Dewey
"Sometimes you love people for no reason, like Whoopi Goldberg"
I think this applies to almost everything, like movies, and songs, and books, and objects. I am watching "The Slipper and the Rose" and quite frankly I absolutely love it.

Heroine

"Never complain, never explain."
-Katharine Hepburn

Fail

I came home from Europe only to be swept off to Boston a week later. I returned with all sorts of plans, of things I ought to do in my daily life. Like running 6 days a week, and writing at least three pages every day, and I must say that I have failed miserably at most of these goals.
My room is in shambles with drawers half closed, and clothes spilling out. My suitcase still sits before my desk, half emptied, and clothes frothing from it's depths. My desk is piled high with books papers and jaffa cake (God Save the Queen!) My laundry basket is balancing on top of a shoe box, and a single leg of my now smoky smelling jeans (smores anyone?) dangles over the top.
The room reflects my life. Somewhat, in shambles, not yet recovered from all the traveling and I am afraid that I am simply too tired to put it all right.
In other news the new Garden Gnome peers at me from beneath the willow out back. I give him a smile whenever I can, but I'm still getting used to the idea that he is here.
I have to get up so that I can go to work, but all my muscles ache and I think that two babies in one week is a sign that we ought to just close the store up and have holiday.