My boss’ former secretary recently came over for a “visit” (word used lightly, as she spent half her time filing papers and the other half driving me absolutely crazy) and occasionally took dictation –– in SHORTHAND –– in the evenings. Here’s what shorthand, for those of us under the age of, um, sixty looks like:
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Old Fashioned Shorthand
April 3, 2011The One, The Only
March 25, 2011Bombass Necklace
March 17, 2011Evolution
January 27, 2011Speaking of Admiring
January 20, 2011Fashion Blogging for the Apocalypse
January 13, 2011As the apocalypse is nigh, what with birds falling from the skies and crabs dying in droves and Sandra Bullock winning an Oscar, I figure it’s time for me to cash out, so this blog will now become a FASHION BLOG. I’ve considered this before, but now I’m really going for it. Words will be kept to a minimum. Instead I will just put up gratuitous vanity shots of myself reclined on velvet couches or looking playfully down at a Givenchy wedge or even a close up of me making a duck pout, eyes lined with thick Kohl, little fingers brandishing fat sterling rings like I was some mobster out of Brighton Beach. My first photo shoot will be tomorrow before I go over to my favorite bar at El Quijote in the Chelsea Hotel. I will wear a light blue turban I swiped from my roommate (sh!), a black leotard, patterned Wolford tights, a long black skirt with gold detailing, Chanel patent leather gold and black wedge heels, twenty-four multi-colored bangles, a fur coat that is ripping at the seams (Recession Chic! This is a new level of Bobo style) and my favorite accessory: a tear drawn with a Sharpie beneath my left eye. Nothing says FASHION! like a criminal record.
The end is coming, my friends. Let’s look freaky.




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