Pretty Weekend & Postscript

In honor of our Founding Fathers & the 4th of July weekend, I'm giving my carpal tunnel & creativity a mini-break away from the computer until Monday.  

This means that your usual dose of Featured Blogger Friday will be on hold until July 10th - but it's worth the wait, because the next one is HUGE.  Well, not at all literally large, but just playing on the blogging Varsity team.  Someone you'll want to know more about.  Trust me.

Until then, I will be off cruising down the Texas Riviera in an innertube, doing my best to approximate this look:

[From the frothy & gorgeous "To Catch a Thief" (1955)]

[PS - In the comments to yesterday's post, a discussion of white sunglasses came up; look who once sported a pair herself!  We may collectively need to revise our Official Stance on this . . . Edited to Add:  I'm on Team White Sunglasses myself; I love a vintage pair like these or in a more oversized, 60s look.]

Happy long weekend, darlings!

Weekend Housekeeping Announcement

(Imagine this "Housekeeping!!!"  in a screeching, too-early-in-the-morning voice a la hotel housekeeping pounding on your door at 8 am on a Sunday)

Darlings, good news!  The Pretty hereby formally announces that I am - wait for it - entering the 21st Century.  Yes, your most favorite piece of blog snarklitude can now be found at www.ipickpretty.com.  I'm hoping this shorter URL will assist you in cases of fashion or snark emergency - for example, if you're out shopping & actually desirous of purchasing a jumpsuit, you can think to yourself, "Would Pretty approve?" (short answer:  no), fire up your iPhone, and more easily consult my expert opinion.

As if that weren't thrilling enough, you may also now send fan email and autograph requests to my new Gmail -  ipickpretty AT gmail etc.  Pretty please update your address books, but not the paparazzi, accordingly.

Please bear with me, as this transition to the new URL might take a few days to sort out.  I secretly believe that the internet is run by little elves and a complex system of pulleys, so to say that I don't know what I'm doing here would be a wee understatement.  In the meantime, Ye Olde Blogspot Address should also be working now & in the future, but if anything looks amiss, please let me know.

Back shortly with my final beachy read giveaway and more nonsense . . . 

Housekeeping

((said in that singsong-y manner of hotel room service knocking on your door at 7 am on a weekend morning))

Having recently really enjoyed blog Q&A sessions done by some of my favorite blogettes like you and you and you, I'm throwing caution to these fine fall winds tonight and opening up the comments for any questions you would like to ask of me. Since I am nothing if not helpful - and also currently sick and needing to do further investigation of this "Sex and the City" sequel confirmation (!) - I'll just give you a few brief examples, turn off the comments moderation (note to lurkers - welcome! Please feel free to chime in - so long as you're feeling polite, or else I'll turn it back on again immediately!), and get out of your way:

Example 1: "Are you really as pretentious/ self-centered/ materialistic as you come across as on your blog?"

Answer 1: Yes.


OK, I like to think I'm not. Truth is, my writing "voice" often comes out as my more over-the-top evil twin; in "real life", I don't actually talk in the third person, for example. Most of the time. Nor do I shop nearly as often as it may appear, although I might if I could (right after I'd saved the world and all that other good stuff). I blame my having watched far too much musical theater as a child, but whatever the cause, that voice just tends to take over my keyboard.

I also like my humor as I like my champagne - dry, and the tone of this can definitely get lost in internet translation. However, I truly do mean it all in good fun - 98.7% of the time. If someone is being offensive just for kicks, particularly towards a friend or family member, then my (white) gloves come off - quickly. However, I'm very likely joking around at any other time, but I realize and appreciate that not everyone has the same sense of humor or lack thereof.

Example 2: "When are you going to post a photo of yourself or something other than your dog?"

Would that I could, but given my conservative profession (read: I'd like to reserve the right to occasionally make fun of my co-workers), I'm choosing not to for the time being. Sometime in the near future - when I've retired to be the trophy wife I'm destined to become, for example - I hope to change this. In the meantime, I'm afraid you're stuck with Grace Kelly photos - who I closely resemble in real life anyways. Stop laughing.

Some of my readers do actually know me in real life (hello, my friends who never leave comments - feel free to chime in!) and can attest to the fact that I am not actually a 45-year old Ecuadorian father of three fantasizing about being Grace Kelly. Not that there's anything wrong with that, of course, but I am what I write here, for better or worse.

Example 3: "What do you think about the newest 'Real Housewives' as set in Atlanta?"

I think the "Atlanta" wives are one bedazzled Gucci stiletto away from the nouveau apocalypse. I'm all about the OGs from the OC when it comes to "Housewives."

OK, I'm off to do a bit of investigative journalism . . . I'm both excited and terrified about this "SATC" sequel idea . . . so please fire away (politely). Because if you don't, I may have to withhold vital Target updates or something. I kid, I kid - happy almost weekend to you all!
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