It's a problem, I'm sure.
I can't look at it as a reflection of the times, as the end of days, as anything other than a guilty pleasure while ignoring football. Come and dream with me, denizens. Don't worry what it might say about you. I know just how you feel, because I, too, gasped when I saw this
Yes, it's a television that rises, at the touch of a button, from an underground cache.
That's an outdoor, waterproof TV with a 201" screen.
Tell me you don't want it right now.
The catalog shows expansive wicker furniture, blankets at the ready, canapes, roses, and wine artfully arranged on the end table.
I wonder if the people who buy it will invite me over for dinner-and-a-movie?
There was something missing from the experience, it seemed.
There was no artwork.
Never fear, Neimans is here.
We saw a Jeff Koons show at the Museum of Contemporary Art in Chicago. There were so many of us that I bought a membership and used all the guest passes that afternoon.
The work made us smile.
The mirrored surface reflects your own face back at you.
Somehow, I'm not sure that's how I want to see myself.
I had no difficulty imagining myself carrying one of these, though.
It's called a knuckle duster clutch.
Who knew that there could be yet another iteration of a pocketbook... a purse... a bag?
Thinking about sweaty palms and ivory silk appliques let me to the gloves
and no, I don't know why she has that face on her face.
You know, that supercilious I am hipper than you are face.
The face of a woman who wears gloves which are banned in California.
No, you cannot purchase pythons to wear on your hands on the Left Coast.
The more I look at them, the more sense that makes to me.
The gloves were creeping me out, so I turned the page and found peace, serenity,
in candles, the largest of which is more expensive than any pair of shoes in my closet.
And I have some nice shoes.
And I don't burn my shoes up as I use them.
With thoughts of burning hundred dollar bills in my head, I will now refer to the elephant in the closet. Where are the price tags, Ashleigh?
The answer is this sage advice from Daddooooo:
If you have to ask how much it costs, you can't afford it.