Showing posts with label Mrs. Obama. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mrs. Obama. Show all posts
Monday, January 21, 2013
File Under "Role Models, Not Followed"
When it comes to a reasoned consideration of the new White House 'do, let's remember that Mrs. O. might have gone down paths far odder than mere bangs. Seeing her here in the presence of Cette Coiffure Incroyable, I personally don't see how she had the strength to resist its hypnotic power.
Just been watching it all, of course. We do do spectacle rather well, when called upon to do so, although a great deal less Kelly Clarkson would have raised the tone immensely. And I can't wait for the James-Taylor-in-Aretha's-Hat gifs...
Friday, January 18, 2013
Wednesday, September 5, 2012
Our Fair Lady
Isn't she great? The terms of the coming election are really coming into focus, and on the homefront, I think the choice between Mom-in-Chief and Mormo-Robo-Scold is pretty clear. We don't usually wax too political hereabouts, but really it's astonishing the difference between this week and last, and looking back home from a Sandlandian perspective, almost surreal.
Adore the dress - gorgeous color, flattering cut, and a pattern that would have greatly appealed to Grandmother Muscato, all without being retro-costumey. The woman rocked. Let's hope the polls do, too.
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
The Girl on the Magazine Cover(s)
No matter, it's a plethora of riches, and they didn't even include my favorite:
Saturday, January 17, 2009
One More Birthday: First Lady
In three days, Michelle Obama will be living at the White House. And our long national nightmare - of a glazed, dazed, and deeply uninteresting First Lady, in the person of Laura "Pickles" Bush - will be over.
It's her birthday, but we're getting the present. That's change I can believe in!
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