Wednesday, June 30, 2010

A Letter To Men

Confession: I have never watched Mad Men. I don't have TV (as in I have the box, but it has no channels), and besides Glee (which I am a full season behind on), I don't really bother downloading anything. So I don't know much about this Christina Hendricks. In fact, I didn't even recognize her name (isn't Google great?). But I found her open letter to men here, and I thought I would share it. What do you think? I'm starting to wonder what my letter to men would look like. I'll add it to my to-do list.

Here is the author with her hubby

A Letter To Men - Christina Hendricks

We love your body. If we're in love with you, we love your body. Your potbelly, everything. Even if you're insecure about something, we love your body. You feel like you're not this or that? We love your body. We embrace everything. Because it's you.

Speaking of your body, you don't understand the power of your own smell. Any woman who is currently with a man is with him partly because she loves the way he smells. And if we haven't smelled you for a day or two and then we suddenly are within inches of you, we swoon. We get light-headed. It's intoxicating. It's heady.

We remember forever what you say about the bodies of other women. When you mention in passing that a certain woman is attractive — could be someone in the office, a woman on the street, a celebrity, any woman in the world, really — your comment goes into a steel box and it stays there forever. We will file the comment under "Women He Finds Attractive." It's not about whether or not we approve of the comment. It's about learning what you think is sexy and how we might be able to convey it. It's about keeping our man by knowing what he likes.

We also remember everything you say about our bodies, be it good or bad. Doesn't matter if it's a compliment. Could be just a comment. Those things you say are stored away in the steel box, and we remember these things verbatim. We remember what you were wearing and the street corner you were standing on when you said it.

Never complain about our friends — even if we do. No matter how many times we say a friend of ours is driving us crazy, you are not to pile on. Not because it offends us. But because it adds to the weight that we carry around about her.

Remember what we like. When I first started dating my husband, I had this weird fascination with the circus and clowns and old carnival things and sideshow freaks and all that. About a month after we started dating, he bought me this amazing black-and-white photo book on the circus in the 1930s, and I started sobbing. Which freaked him out. I thought, Oh, my God, I mentioned this three or four weeks ago and talked about it briefly, but he was really listening to me. And he actually went out and researched and found this thing for me. It was amazing.

We want you to order Scotch. It's the most impressive drink order. It's classic. It's sexy. Such a rich color. The glass, the smell. It's not watered down with fruit juice. It's Scotch. And you ordered it.

Stand up, open a door, offer a jacket. We talk about it with our friends after you do it. We say, "Can you believe he stood up when I approached the table?" It makes us feel important. And it makes you important because we talk about it.

No shorts that go below the knee. The ones almost like capri pants, the ones that hover somewhere between the kneecap and the calf? Enough with those shorts. They are the most embarrassing pants in the world. They should never be worn. No woman likes those.

Also, no tank tops. In public at least. A tank top is underwear. You're walking around in your underwear. Too much.

No man should be on Facebook. It's an invasion of everyone's privacy. I really cannot stand it.

You don't know this, but when we come back from a date, we feel awkward about that transition from our cute outfit into sexy lingerie. We don't know how to do this gracefully. It's embarrassing. We have to find a way to slip into another room, put on the outfit as if it all happened very easily, and then come out and it's: Look at me! Look at the sexy thing I've done! For you, it's the blink of an eye. It's all very embarrassing. Just so you know.

Panties is a wonderful word. When did you stop saying "panties"? It's sexy. It's girlie. It's naughty. Say it more.

About ogling: The men who look, they really look. It doesn't insult us. It doesn't faze us, really. It's just — well, it's a little infantile. Which is ironic, isn't it? The men who constantly stare at our breasts are never the men we're attracted to.

There are better words than beautiful. Radiant, for instance. It's an underused word. It's a very special word. "You are radiant." Also, enchanting, smoldering, intoxicating, charming, fetching.

Marriage changes very little. The only things that will get a married man laid that won't get a single man laid are adultery and whores. Intelligence and humor (and your smell) are what get you laid. That's what got you laid when you were single. That's what gets you laid when you're married. Everything still works in marriage: especially intelligence and humor. Because the sexiest thing is to know you.

I'm Glad We Met

(it's true)

Tuesday, June 29, 2010


Love this new blog I stumbled across. I've already been sending out to people who can relate to the cartoons!

Sunday, June 27, 2010

Sunday Home Tour: San Fran Roomies

Love the large windows, exposed brick, chandelier in the hall, and little tucked away office! It's such a unified look considering 3 male roommates live here. Awesome.

Saturday, June 26, 2010

Black And White Love

I didn't realize until I did a search for the word Jill on my blog that I had actually features this photogrpaher twice already. I guess I like what she does (kidding, I KNOW I like what she does!)

Thursday, June 24, 2010

Washington DC

Headed to Washington DC today for along weekend of friends, family and fun!
I'll miss y'all, but I'll be back.

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

Monday, June 21, 2010

Bike For Me

I'm going to have to just suck it up and buy a bike soon, or the summer will be gone! Don't tell my vespa though, I don't want her to be envious. I believe there is room for two two wheeled loves in my life.

Friday, June 18, 2010

Take Me Away

So deeply in love with the style of this shoot. Top 5 of the year in fact. 
Vogue Germany found via the clothes horse

Thursday, June 17, 2010

Do Not Forget Old Friends

Do not forget old friends
you knew long before I met you
the times I know nothing about
being someone
who lives by himself
and only visits you on a raid

Street Style

So simple, yet so pulled together.

Wednesday, June 16, 2010

Vespa for.... Three?

How sweet would it be if I could get something like this to attach to my vespa?
THEN I could take people for rides! I would be like a rickshaw driver... except without the running and pulling. Perfect.

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

Crown for a Little One

Oh my goodness, why do I not know any five year old girls who I could give this crown to? ADORABLE.

Friday, June 11, 2010

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

Don't get inbetween a man and his phone

Suit + Sneakers Revisited

Far and beyond the post that is looked at the most often is my Suit+Sneakers post where I mused over dressing my boy bestie in a sweet suit and a pair of converse sneakers for his wedding. Along the same vein here is an engagement shot, looking good, while wearing sneakers.(Side note, I own those blue shoes his lady is wearing... and I wore them to the Power Ball Thursday night.)

Monday, June 7, 2010

Toronto Wedding By Erika

My friend Erika is a photographer. A good one.
This shoot she did was posted on The Wedding Co.
 I'm reposting it becase I think it's lovely. 

"Laura and Goh are planning a wedding in Ireland this summer but decided to have a small ceremony at Toronto’s City Hall for logistical reasons. A short ceremony and dinner with friends was the extent of their planning but unbeknownst to them, their friends had a few surprises up their sleeve.

The event began with all the guests serenading them down the aisle to “Stand By Me”. After the ceremony, champagne was popped, impromptu speeches were made and a four-wheeled bicycle was unveiled covered in lilacs and complete with a homemade “Just Married” sign. The happy couple were escorted along Queen Street by a parade of friends all on their own uniquely decorated bicycles to their dinner destination, tin cans and all."

Thursday, June 3, 2010

Party Time

Power Ball Tonight! I'm excited, and hopping like a little bunny. Hope it's as much fun as I think it will be...there will probably be a lot of frolicking like in the picture above. Open bar? Check? Wonderful company? Check. And as for what to wear... maybe I'll post my final choice (I don't even know myself!). (Also, thanks go out to my fella for subsidizing my ticket.)


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