Friday, February 10, 2006
It's a Chanel!
Brings a tear to my eye. Really it does.
Note the pearls encrusted in the logo, the fine perfection of the frames, the superiority...
That being said... June, Elle, and I will be having a Birthday party for the new addition to the family. We will be naming said sunglasses, eating cake, and allowing the sunglasses to mingle amongst themselves...
That is happening Sunday.
Stop laughing, I'm serious. ¶ 9:17 AM
Brings a tear to my eye. Really it does.
Note the pearls encrusted in the logo, the fine perfection of the frames, the superiority...
That being said... June, Elle, and I will be having a Birthday party for the new addition to the family. We will be naming said sunglasses, eating cake, and allowing the sunglasses to mingle amongst themselves...
That is happening Sunday.
Stop laughing, I'm serious. ¶ 9:17 AM
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They're real. I was present at the Chanel boutique when they were selected.
Never doubt the fabulousness that is Rebecca.
Rebecca - I believe it's time to remove the "annymous" comment option from your blog.
Clearly there are wackos out there.
Never doubt the fabulousness that is Rebecca.
Rebecca - I believe it's time to remove the "annymous" comment option from your blog.
Clearly there are wackos out there.
I think that "your" sunglasses, THE Chanels, are just the accessory that defines your DIVA extrodinaire-ness. Rock on with your bad self and have a slice of the cake for me.
I envy those sunglasses. No formula for those babies. Lucky pricks.
Anonymous, I applaud your attempted blog-by, but you've got to deliver it with a bit of elan, my boy/girl.
Surely you could have delivered a more refined salvo than that?
Subtle, insidious, and clever. That's how it's done.
June, you left your flat iron in my car again. I'll drop it in the mail.
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Anonymous, I applaud your attempted blog-by, but you've got to deliver it with a bit of elan, my boy/girl.
Surely you could have delivered a more refined salvo than that?
Subtle, insidious, and clever. That's how it's done.
June, you left your flat iron in my car again. I'll drop it in the mail.
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