This is not a huge fan-girl Jonas Brothers=Love thing. But their stylist is simply beautifully talented. So forget about the music, if you hate it, or turn it up real loud if you love it and settle down for some good old-fashioned mens' clothing.


The Jonas Brothers stylist, Michelle Tomaszewski, deserves a serious round of applause. From what I know (I'm not big on them), from left to right its Kevin, Joe, and Nick. Look at wonderful Kevin's striped shirt (navy blue? and gray) matches with the red scarf and brownish jacket. Then there's Joe, looking absolutely dapper in a gray suit with that skinny tie. Ever since I saw Mika in one I've been loving their look on men. And finally Nick, whose look isn't extremely cutting edge, has that fantastic tie.


Look at Nick(???)'s skinny tie. It's lovely. And then there's Joe with the gray suit and ascot under a white shirt. Note the detail, polkadots with checkers. And finally, there's Kevin(???) with a scarf. Of the three Jonai, I'm liking Kevin's the least. And Zac Efron doesn't begin to compare.


Let's ignore the monstrosity that is Miley Cyrus's dress. I mean really. What the heck is that pink thing running down her side? And then it's shiny. Ack.

On the other side of the obviously colorful spectrum, there's the Jonai looking dapper. For some reason, dapper seems to be a brilliant way to describe them. They're all in the same thing as before (leading me to believe it was at some huge Disney Extravaganza) but with sunglasses. I love all of their sunglasses, though it's Joe's I lust for specifically. So, so, so gorgeous.


It's a lucky, lucky thing that ya'll can't see me salivating over Joe Jonas's vest. I mean, TURQUOISE. It's gorgeous. Simply stunning. Honestly? I'm thinking that Michelle Tomaszewski is crushing on Joe because his outfits are smoking. I love Nick's scarf. So cute. I'm also loving Kevin's jacket.


My final image in a Jonas Fan's wet dream. Again, ignore the Cyrus family. They're clearly having some fashion issues. Billy Ray seems to think he's back in Nashville while Miley just woke up from a five hour nap. But she remembered to straighten her hair.

But look, lovely Joe! The skinny jeans with a cute t-shirt (rose? lavender? what color is that?) and his short hair, definitely better than now. And then there's Kevin with straight hair (not cute) and a black hoodie. But of all of them, Nick's looking best. Blue-gold striped t-shirt with a beige jacket and dark jeans. Perfect. I vote Nick and Joe keep their current hair while Kevin loses his and goes for the newer thing. Much, much better.

Michelle Tomaszcewski (aside from being Polish! major love) makes them look gorgeous and is clearly talented.

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My heart's got a hankering for some Prada. Unfortunately, my wallet hasn't got the same feeling. However, the fabulous Winona from Daddy Likey has a new contest to provide those of us whose wallets may not be as deep a gorgeous Prada wallet. The only catch? Use your wit to create a haiku.

Here goes my attempt!

Alas, my heart stops
That dreaded Birken price tag
How long my jail time?

Labels: Contest, Daddy Likey

My mother's biggest disappointment is my height. I stand at a respectable 5'3". She wishes desperately to convert those 3 inches into another 3, leaving me at 5'6". And she can't even rely upon me wearing high heels as my feet are merely a children's 2.5. Yeah. I'm just small all around.

At the moment, my mom and I are on different continents. I'm about a thousand miles north of where I usually live, in Boston, MA. If you see a short, shivering girl whose sentences are peppered with the occasional "ya'll" and "right quick" roaming the streets of Big Bad Boston, it's quite possibly me. Especially if that girl also bursts out with a foreign language.

I was talking on the phone with my mom earlier today, relating a story about how my family and I had toasted five celebrations all in one yesterday with a glass of champagne when my mother summed up her entire thoughts on my height:

Go ahead and get drunk... it's not like you'll grow anyway.

Labels: Boston, things i love

Thank you to the woman who heard we were being audited at the Store today and walked up to the auditor to tell him how wonderful she thought we were.

Thank you to the woman who thanked me for checking her credit card and license.

Thank you to the pilot who came in and joked around with me.

Thank you to the boy who sympathized with me as the auditor questioned me about confusing words.

Thank you to the auditor, who thought we deserved a PERFECT score.

Labels: Store