isijalo! foed;

There.

Yes, We Said It!

Yes, I said it! Maybe! I am a terrible idiot raised in the mountains by elephant-flavored wolf bathmats and unworthy of proper manners of living. I must be locked away in a cave wherein there are no small childrens for me to harm! I am a barbarous creature (craeture!). 

Anyways, a few bazillion years ago, Le Rainbow Rat and me, Bus, and Le Rainbow Ratticus' mother went to a fashion show a JUSTINE'S, a lovely little friend. In fact, our dear companion Eva often goes on about how she goes there dressed in opera gloves and a veiled hat. 

So there we was. We was there. 

(Picture of us looking fabulously glamorous, of course. Hey, don't add a picture here, okay? Great. Cool. Oh wait. I found the picture below on one JOHN PESINA'S BLOG. That's right, he took our picture. There.)

SO this place called Blackmail is a nice place to be at all hours of the day. It is living on South Congress, so Rat and I often step in. And the fashion show was of the owner and designer of many clothings of Blackmail, Gail Chovan. Everyone who is anyone was there, of course, because after all, Gail Chovan of the aforementioned Blackmail is all the rage. Of course. Who did not know that? Everyone who's no one of course!

So there we was, amongst the glamorous Austin people and a lot of cupcakes and no chairs for us and some French music and some water glasses and a long runway that was very long and stuff. And there was the camera of the Rat. She kept saying, "AGH. I have need for a real camera!" as it took a picture of the empty runway directly after the model had exited the premises. But still, she took some lovely photos and anyone who's anyone has a terrible camera. Of course! So there went some pictures! WOW!

All of the models had piled hair and FABULOUS boots that Gail Chovan is rumored to have made herself! Yes, we said it! Maybe!

What a kind full skirt! A million is the kind, I bet.

We adored this dress because of its lovely ties and wraps and intricate foldish things strewn about the front.

What intriguing hair! I guess it is times a million.

WOW! That's Juanita Escovedo, this lovely person of ours with whom we went to after school Shakespeare! Is she not stunning? Necklace. Good.

Oh huzzah! What wonderful dress it be!

Ah, the model removes her hood!

And promptly leaves.

 We rather agreed that this one was our favorite!

 Yes! Good job necklace! We think that you are a winner!

Shoulder spaghettis are approved.

We argued profusely about what was the best kind of model: annoyed, happy, sad, medium, thrilled, terrified, garbage can, bored, uncomfortable, comfortable, other, friend by the name of Juanita, etc. But all of the garments were quite exquisite and it was an utterly stupendous show, especially the small cupcakes and the guys with western shirts who screwed lightbulbs in at the beginning. One kept on flickering. It was fine. Then we built a shrine to it. Nope. HOW? What ever. I'd tell you but I nevermind.


Well, anyway. Bye.
This is a dog:

HECK

HECK
HECK HECK

 To start off, we've included the Power Puff Girls.

Below, there will be no more power puff girls.

In the morning of today, we went off breakfastin' and thriftin' at St. Vincent de Paul.

An example of the coffee we had is above. Actually that there is the actual coffee Gus had. You could call it an example of mine, Ratmona's, although Gus got a mocha and a mocha is not a latte. A. Also. As we were gallivanting on South Congress, is was appropriate to buy darling Jo's coffee, a large "Yesterday's treats, Today's Eats" Jo's muffin and some crepes which were not pictured. Welcome.

You can't see the coffee, so for all you know, that's just a picture of the cup. Whaddaya think o' that?

 attack.

Above.

 Welcome to Gus' geisha makeup which was applied hectically by me, Rat.

 Welcome to my red eyeliner which is not eyeliner, for it is facial paint.

 MORE

 O' THAT

 Ghost Gussie!

Here you go.

 Basket

 case.

Gooey is wearing an American Apparel dress underneath a Bp. Nordstrom dress because that's innovative.
All those 7 million scarves are vintage, mostly from my Grandmommy.
She is also wearing a skirt from the kid's section at old navy and about ten million other skirts.
She is also wearing Nordstrom boots. 

Yes.

The pictures surrounding this spatch of text are from an illustrated dictionary.

Some 9th century people had seven feet, so the only way to deal with that problem was to make the shoes pictured above. That was a fun fact for you to read. It was fun for you. When you read it.

 A rat shadow, yes.

 Thick paint prevents smiles.

That dress thing I am wearing was built by moi. So was the collar.

The socks are from Anthropologie!

All four ties are vintage.

I do not know how I obtained all of that jewelry.

Actually I do. But if I told you I would have to eat your soul or heart or drink your blood or something.

Afterwards of that, we went to the Girl's Rock Camp fundraiser at Joe's, at which Gug's camera ran out of batteries.

ABOVE IS our moomoo friend Jenadai Bondo's band, Charlie Belle.

Her actual name is Jendayi. She be the one with the blue guitar of course!

We also saw Schmillion, whose fashion sense was so shiqua that we were happy. Even though we still had clumps of white paint on our sorry souls. We deeply wish that Gug hadn't put stupiding batteries in her camera. But below is a picture of them which we did not take.

That is a schmillion. Here is a schmillion.

Ha. We put more power puff girls on this post. Enjoy it.

Here is a toad.

HECK HECK
RGATTICUS.