judy likey

• 2010-09-04

  I’m staring at shoes tonight. My favorite loafers ever were made by a company called Free*Lance. Tonight on ebay, while I should’ve been pounding out copy or at least a blog entry for the Weekly, I found this white pair of loafers, which I bought very cheap. I hope they’re not hideous when I get them. The other shoes are just objects of lust at this point. I need a pair of good black suede boots, but I’ve got dentists and doctors to pay off first. Being a responsible adult makes for a smaller shoe collection.

• 2010-08-28

  

  I know that if I were ever to purchase a Venetian glass, fiddle-playing devil for $800 (or even at the bargain-basement, marked-down price of $299) it would sit proudly on my shelf or table for about ten minutes before Inky the cat magically transformed it into a million tiny shards of black and red glass. Lucky for me it’s sold out so I don’t have to have any tough, checkbook-emptying decisions to make, but isn’t it pretty?

• 2010-08-12

  

  What have I purchased to make Amazon believe that this fuschia “Living Best” horsie-head wine stopper is something I’d want? Not only that, but they get me all excited by sending me an email suggesting I buy it, and it’s out of stock! Maybe I’ll have to settle for the corn dog maker or juice fountain that they’ve also suggested. I guess this is what I get for browsing waffle irons the other day.

• 2010-08-08

  

  I both love and loathe this. I think that it would be a nice sofa to visit, but it might get on my nerves if I had to look at it every day.

• 2010-08-06

  I know they’re very frou-frou, but I LOVE these necklaces! If I hadn’t just lost my best job, need to pay my dentist a million dollars, and oh yeah, that IRS is still up my ass too, I’d totally buy one. Since I can’t, you can. They’re from Etsy Seller alusciousthing.

• 2010-07-12

  Inga, Bjorn and Olaf are three six-week old kittens in need of a good home. My friends Debra and J-Ro are currently fostering them, but we need to find them real homes. You can read more about them—and get info on adoption—at the ladies’ blog, Tiny Beast Town.

  My elderly lady cat Mabel still hasn’t recovered from Inky’s arrival, so I can’t possibly take one. But maybe you can!

• 2010-07-02

  

  This is the cover of my friend Kurt B. Reighley’s latest book, United States of Americana, available for preorder here! Kurt is so fucking smart and talented and I can’t wait to read this. Though I haven’t cracked it yet, I feel it’s safe to say, Judy Lovey.

  Yay, Kurt!!!!

• 2010-06-28

  

  I love me some True Blood, but this episode left me a little annoyed by its all-around lack of Eric’s naked body. And that sex scene between Beehl and Lorena—I am not a fan of the hate fuck. However, reading the recaps on ONTD redeemed it. Particularly this Bingo board.

  Also, loving the new vampire, Franklin Mott. The new “good” werewolf isn’t so bad either.  TB is the only show I can think of where the male leads are sooo much hotter than the ladies. Almost makes up for the usual schlub marries beauty queen scenario like The King of Queens and its ilk. Judy definitely likey that.

• 2010-06-19

  This is a video that my friend Richard Mather and I did to illustrate my “Dating Don’ts” column on The Frisky. I think the world is ready for a funny dating cartoon—don’t you?

• 2010-06-13

  The other day I walked into a new store in Soho called All Saints and pretty much had a flashback goth wet dream right there in my silver clogs. Their clothing is so fucking beautiful. Everything was black, white or silver, which (aside from the white) are totally my favorite colors! (If they’d stocked blue I would’ve dropped dead on the floor from joy.) I was in a hurry, on a mission, so I didn’t examine anything too closely, but made a mental note to browse their online store once I got home.

  The angular model/salesgirls were kind of intimidating anyway, so I was looking forward to scanning everything closely in the comfort of my borrowed home. So yeah, I get home, go to their site and again practically wet myself with glee because their clothes go all the way up to size 14! Wow!

  In New York City, the cuter boutiques pretty much only go up to a size eight and I’ve learned not to even bother asking for bigger sizes because experience has shown me that it’ll just wind up with some prepubescent-looking stick figure looking me up and down with horror and then smugly announcing that no, they don’t cater to the “larger” clientele. While my rational brain knows this should make me homicidal, the fact is, it only makes me feel like shit about myself. Because I’m doing my best to remain anti-depressant free, I avoid shopping unless it’s online.

  Anyway, imagine my dismay as I’m trying to add up how much I’ll have to save for that beautiful leather jacket and extraordinary puff-skirt dress, when I notice a little notation marked “size guide.” Gulp. This can’t be good. My heart heavy, I click it and am ushered into the bad-news room.

  Sure, they stock up to size 14. But only up to British 14, which is an American 10. So fuck you very much All Saints. I likey your clothing, but I dislikey your discrimination.

  (I may still forgive you long enough to buy a pair of boots though. I’m such a whore.)