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I took my daughter, her BFF, and the BFFs mom (a friend of mine, thankfully!) shopping at some hip resale shops in Dallas (Dolly Python - I love that place) and if the lighting had been better for photography, I would have flooded your flists with images of amazing cut away coats and jodhpurs from 1890, and some really spectacular Mexican dresses from the 40s.
I did laugh at my daughter and her friend's enthusiasm over Roper boots with a kiltie. (Anyone? Bueller?) That was what the Goat Ropers in high school went bananas for (those and some Rocky Mountain jeans for that heart-shaped ass look). And let's get real here: goat ropers are so much more down to earth than barrel-racers, amirite?
*crickets* Any way... Take the kiltie off and they look like a more pointy-toed Doc Marten. And they're outstanding footwear. Still, I snerked.
I started watching White Collar the other night. I've had a tiny crush on Matt Bomer since he was the "villain" of Chuck's pilot episode, loved him after he was on Glee, and now that I'm watching him smirk and be the Most Charming Man On Planet Earth on this show, I would like to be baptised in the religion of Bomer. It's unreal how he manages to look like perfection and not be from another galaxy. HOW DO YOU HANDSOME. It's also a fun show. I don't feel fannish, but it's something I've been looking forward to watching at night when everyone's settled down.
NOW PLEASE TAKE MY POLL TO HELP ME UNDERSTAND HUMANS AND THEIR BEHAVIOR and there are questions about tacos.
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I really need a taco icon. (I had fantastic tacos yesterday for lunch, can you tell?)
Oh! Two last things, if you need reading material. 1. Teen Wolf is now at HDJM, and trust me when I say that you will love Liz's recaps, regardless of being in the fandom. 2. I wrote a short ficlet and posted it on Sunday, Klaine Fluff: "I Will Always Feel The Same.". :)
I did laugh at my daughter and her friend's enthusiasm over Roper boots with a kiltie. (Anyone? Bueller?) That was what the Goat Ropers in high school went bananas for (those and some Rocky Mountain jeans for that heart-shaped ass look). And let's get real here: goat ropers are so much more down to earth than barrel-racers, amirite?
*crickets* Any way... Take the kiltie off and they look like a more pointy-toed Doc Marten. And they're outstanding footwear. Still, I snerked.
I started watching White Collar the other night. I've had a tiny crush on Matt Bomer since he was the "villain" of Chuck's pilot episode, loved him after he was on Glee, and now that I'm watching him smirk and be the Most Charming Man On Planet Earth on this show, I would like to be baptised in the religion of Bomer. It's unreal how he manages to look like perfection and not be from another galaxy. HOW DO YOU HANDSOME. It's also a fun show. I don't feel fannish, but it's something I've been looking forward to watching at night when everyone's settled down.
NOW PLEASE TAKE MY POLL TO HELP ME UNDERSTAND HUMANS AND THEIR BEHAVIOR and there are questions about tacos.
[Poll #1861673]
I really need a taco icon. (I had fantastic tacos yesterday for lunch, can you tell?)
Oh! Two last things, if you need reading material. 1. Teen Wolf is now at HDJM, and trust me when I say that you will love Liz's recaps, regardless of being in the fandom. 2. I wrote a short ficlet and posted it on Sunday, Klaine Fluff: "I Will Always Feel The Same.". :)
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Date: 2012-08-22 03:58 pm (UTC)So I LOVE a good, authentic, tasty, tender, well made taco. LOVE IT. But...every so often, I want that awful, cheapo hard shell, barely spiced up ground beef monstrosity that was served to me so many times in public school. Just once in a while. In darkness and shame. :)
ETA: Also, regarding concrit. While on the one hand, I know what concrit is and it's something I'm very comfortable (and dare I say, good) at giving to my friends, in the writing process, unless someone specifically asked me, it's not something I'd EVER give to a posted, presumably finished piece, if only because the author is usually DONE with it, at that point and I'm not the story police. I don't mind receiving concrit and I'll point out typos, but I'm usually not comfortable giving it on a finished piece.
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Date: 2012-08-22 04:02 pm (UTC)The one where I just give my husband the most horrified look is when he gets a JACK IN THE BOX TACO. I should say "taco." I usually close my eyes, shake my head, and say, "You are so clearly born from the loins of a woman from Indiana. Shame on you."
It's easy for me to get good tacos here (I mean, durr) but sometimes when you're in particular parts of the city, there's no quality taqueria and you have to submit. And then rock in a dark corner, promising yourself you'll never do it again.
But you will. You will.
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Date: 2012-08-22 04:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-08-22 04:53 pm (UTC)Noooooooooooooooooooooo!
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Date: 2012-08-24 12:01 am (UTC)Now I want tacos, darn you. Of course, I shouldn't, I'm full of chili and brown rice and melted cheese.