consumerism

Okay, so a few things have occurred to me lately.

1) I might as well just start my own blog, b/c I literally waste hours of my days scanning Gawker, Go Fug, The New Yorker and just about every other good blog going out there, then spend the rest of my time posting on this.

2) I'm REALLY glad I'm not this woman: http://www.cnn.com/2007/WORLD/meast/03/26/gaza.crocodiles.ap/index.html

and

3) so, I kind of feel like a real nerd posting this, but we all know that I am slightly, okay, obsessively infatuated with all things fashion, and have more recently been all consumed with the trend of skinny/cigarette jeans (please see previous posts).
I also know that you guys are as well, though perhaps more secretly than myself (need I bring up the fact that Brielle called me the other day to tell me about a new pair of jeans she bought? Or that every time I see Care, one of the first things we talk about is our recent purchases? Or that every time Harvey and I hang, we have a mock accessory showdown-those Betsey Johnson hoops Harvey, you know what I'm talking about.)

That being said, on Saturday, while on my way to Bloomingdale's to pick up a pair of $190 Joe's cigarette jeans that were on hold for me, I decided to stop off at Old Navy for a few new tanks. Well, a good stop indeed. Now, I'm willing to admit (as we all already know) that I am what one could call a 'jean snob' but Old Navy currently has the HOTTEST cigarette jeans-so hot that I bought 2 pairs and ditched the Joe's. They are amazingly comfortable, despite their tight look, hit the ankle PERFECTLY and look stellar with flats, and come in the most perfect vintage blue wash in history. And, they are less than $20. Please, go buy them, look fabulous, and think of me. And then make fun of me behind my back for posting this.

Ah, consumerism.