You know you want ’em…and you can buy ’em!
But you have to floss them every day, so plan accordingly.
An instagram account has got me thinking about holiday decorating.
The Gay Beards are all about men’s grooming…specifically, really creative ways to fancy up facial hair.
But their glitter beards?
They just make me want to decorate a Christmas tree completely covered in glitter.
Their tutorial video suggests using beard oil to make the glitter stick.
Hmmm…tree sap, maybe?
As many grilled cheese sandwiches as I have eaten in my life, I can’t understand why I don’t own these yet…
I must be a part of the club, right?
(Probably wouldn’t wear them…but it’s the principle of the thing — ya know?)
I saw these socks on the subway tonight.
They made me very happy.
I was reminded of the Wicked Witch of the East, childhood and all things denim and cozy — all at the same time.
The guy wearing them seemed happy, too.
Coincidence? I think not.
It’s the US Open Men’s Championship. Djokovic is playing Federer. All is right with the world.
Even his tennis shoes are dyed this neon bright color.
I’m not a fan of pink, but this isn’t an issue of personal preference.
The hot pink is an unusual choice, and I’m wondering if it was psychological. Did Roger’s team hope that the color would have its rumored effect of sapping his opponent’s strength?
Stan Wawrinka wore a similar hue in his triumphant run earlier this year at the French Open — in plaid shorts, no less.
Really big necklaces.
Women are wearing them with the expected dresses and business suits, but also with casual tees and jeans.
I mentioned they are HUGE, right?
Some I like. Most not so much.
But I have noticed one very strange phenomena — and I admit, I am generalizing, but have seen enough to claim a trend — many of the women who favor these really big (HUGE) necklaces seem to think wearing them diverts attention from the rest of their person.
So, no need to do their hair. Or put on even the tiniest bit of makeup. Just don the really big necklace, and it will do the heavy lifting for their ensemble.
Or, I guess in this case, the heavy pulling down of their neck toward the ground.