Because you can never have too much color…and because I’ve been playing with new picnik features as I utilize my ADD to obsessively and compulsively procrastinate.

1. Matryoshka dolls
2. Notebooks
3. Pencils
4. Rubiks Cube
5. Folding Chairs
6. Cell Phone Covers
7. Storage Tins

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Limited edition posters also available on wonderful Etsy of course!

I’m supposed to be putting myself on a shopping moratorium. As I previously mentioned, there is no room left in my non-closet. My pre-pregnancy clothes are still living in storage waiting for a home. My cups runneth over (well, certain cups, definitely NOT others).
I love to shop. I love to shop for pretty much anything. I’m not a retail snob. I’ll get down n’ dirty at Lot Less just as easily as I will at Barney’s. So this self-imposed torture is really, well, torturous. As any addict will, I’ve become an expert at justifying a fix. So my excuses for entering the new Crew Cuts Tribeca are as follows:

1. Close proximity to the older boy’s school
2. My children need clothes on their backs, shoes on their feet, do they not?!
3. I wanted to get a closer look at the interior design

But really, you guessed it, I just really love to shop.
Not surprisingly the store is beautifully done (see my bad photos of awesome black & white drawn wallpaper with painted details and Confetti System’s installation below). The pint size prepster clothes are just the right mix of “I’m still a kid, but I’m also a hipster (forgive the phrase)in the works”.

Editor’s Note: In case you haven’t heard of Confetti System, you can read more here on Dwell’s blog. Their work (or self described, ‘party systems’) is/are absolutely delicious my photo does no justice.

I am famous for always carrying a stack of these conversation cards in my bag. So I was super excited about the new TABLE TOPICS app.

Now I can make room in my bag (aka ‘the garbage sack’) for other important things like Hot Wheels and a year’s supply of Sharpies.
Another plus is that you are able to write your own question cards! Can you imagine the fun to be had? Convo cards make it possible for you to pose seemingly inappropriate or rude questions of your companions without seeming the slightest bit inappropriate or rude! Oh joy! My mind is nearly bubbling over with the possibilities!

To a close girlfriend while dining with her and her boorish date:
How many sexual partners have you had in your lifetime? And who was the most unforgettable/most forgettable?

To your mother-in-law:
Is passive aggressive behavior genetically passed on from one generation to the next? Discuss.

Have any good ones? Please share.

I am still going to offer my thoughts on Fall 2011 NYFW here, but it will be a slow trickle. My only excuse is, ‘My kids ate my homework’.

Self (to Jezzie):

“Okay, Sponge Butt, Baggy Pants (yes, I know you have two children so I’m speaking a language you’ll understand). Is the name of this blog not ‘Fashion Nugget’? Because here it is again, Fashion Week, and um, hello? Just because it’s kill me cold outside, and your house is filled with snot crusted and coughing boys, and just because you aren’t actually attending any shows, nor have you been invited to any shows for that matter. Well, I’m just saying, either change the name to just “Nuggets” which is not a very cool title, was never a song/album you love by a band you love and will furthermore make (all four of) your readers think, ‘Nugget of what?’ and that’s probably not going to lead to anywhere good.

Jezzie to Self:

I hear you Self, I do. But really, does anyone care what I think of NYFW? It only serves to remind me of the fact that I have had exactly three occasions in the past five months that have required showering much less getting dressed in ‘real’ clothes.

Self:

No. I’m not going to lie. No one cares. But this may just give you the dose of over-inflated self-importance you’ve been seeking in order to dig out of your frankly tedious rut.

Jezzie:

Fine then. But I’m not showering.

Self:

Knock yourself out.

So, here goes…

There aren’t words. I love this woman. My children will be in therapy because I insist on belting out ‘ME AND BOBBY MCGEE’ at least once daily and LOUDLY. Our dog is named Joplin, which has saved my sons from getting the name for themselves. Dog was first born, boys go by Jagger and Van (sense a theme?). I grew up listening to this music. I am eternally grateful for the soundtrack. So it’s no surprise that I love this…

What Was in Janis Joplin’s Handbag

There are: two movie stubs, a pack of cigarettes, an antique cigarette holder, several motel and hotel room keys, a box of Kleenex, a compact and various make up cases (in addition to a bunch of eyebrow pencils held together with a rubber band), an address book, dozens of bits of paper, business cards, match box covers with phone numbers written in near-legible barroom scrawls, guitar picks, a bottle of Southern Comfort (empty), a hip flask, an opened package of complementary macadamia nuts from American Airlines, cassettes of Johnny Cash and Otis Redding, gum, sunglasses, credit cards, aspirin, assorted pens and writing pad, a corkscrew, an alarm clock, a copy of Time, and two hefty books-Nancy Milford’s biography of Zelda Fitzgerald and Thomas Wolfe’s Look Homeward, Angel.”

And I’m also psyched to hear that Zooey Deschanel will be playing Joplin in the upcoming film Gospel According to Janis. She was gone way too soon, but she sure made a lot of (beautiful, raw, soulful and real) noise while she was here.

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