Showing posts with label belts. Show all posts
Showing posts with label belts. Show all posts

Wednesday, November 30, 2011

JESSAY: A Dear Old Trip To West

For Thanking and Giving, we travelled away. The Away was Marathon, Texas,  and Big Bend. 
We encountered Disney Channel on our television.
We encountered some thing called Jessie. That show.
Never watch it please. It is yuck.

We stayed in little adobe cowboy homes. We sat on coolers which we promptly fell off of and now I have scabs on my knees. We ate stuffing. And stuff. And Gus stabbed a carrot with a steak knife and proceeded to rub it in everyone's mashed potatoes and turkey and sparkling cider and anchovies and we all bit her. Gus was loved muchly for all of her efforts to have sharing 'round the table! While wearing fancy dresses. Actually, young Teo, Ole Gavriel ,and the brother of me (Rat), Felix, did not wear dresses, much to our disability. And death.

I salted my brother's sparkling cider. Bother. I salted the mountains also as well. 

Then we went climbing on stuff. Then we were on top of a mountain ha. We sat on the two types of rocks: saddle and pudding. Ah yessy!

Here are our late-ish fall-like photographs, in the blessed landscape of Marathon, Texas.
































































We went prancing in Alpine, where we had delightful goat's milk and caramel wafer like objects, from a raspa company called Murphy St. Raspa Co. which is a delightful Murphy St. Raspa Co. It is probably a nicer Murphy St. Raspa Co. than that other Murphy St. Raspa Co.
We also bought and read aloud a strange children's novel called Mariah Loves Rock! It was detestable to be around it. The book. Boog. 
That is correct, good bye! Have Bar Ge.

Sunday, October 23, 2011

Stuff and stuff...you know...!.,,//)(.

Well, you see. You see all there is to see, you being the almighty person who knows all. And I was sitting in a stooper in a couch in a room in a house on a spatch of land in a town called Blarg (Austin!) in the land of ablative phylogenesis in a large expansive spaceship in the centre (!) of town when it came to me. There are some lovely things that the Rat and I love so very much that we insist upon having at the drop of a hat. They are as follows.

  1. Lace


Isn't that thing from American Apparel just a dear?

         2. Combat Boots


 Indeed. This boot thing is from Urban Outfitters.

         3. Sophistication



Ah mon dieu!

       4. Long Necklaces




Yes.
5. Stripes





All of those garments are from either American Apparel or Urban Outfitters

These are from Boden!
We like stripes because of all the different themes that can be based around them. They can be very elegant or they can be childish, both of which are GOOD. Gooten.

6. High-waisted Whatnot


American Apparel. Dead meat.


Hey! Remember that? Yes. You don't. Leave. No! Please...don't go. We adore you!

7. Sweaters that are too big n stuff


Oh. Hey, that's kind. 

8. BELTS



Aw. Little friends. What nice children those are.

9. Skinny Jeans or pants. THIS ONE is exclusive to Ratmona.
Free People! These jeans are FAVORITO! They are the FP Utility Jeans with Zippers.
Also, although I do not usually approve of Abercrombie, they make really fabulous skinny jeans.

10. Also exclusive to Ratmona: Pretending to be Alison Mosshart 




If you do not know who she is, too bad. It has now become my mission to make you know.
Here is some music to delight you.
 
Here is Alison Mosshart with the lovely Jamie Hince in their band, The Kills, which is awesome.