In Fashion on February 21, 2009 at 5:56 pm
We are going to a birthday party tonight where the theme is to dress like your favorite 70s icon. Neither of us had time to deal with a costume, so I’m cheating with a DvF wrap and the husband is going corduroy suit with a turtleneck—sort of a 70s Updike vibe (and yes, he has the stuff in his closet, which is another conversation). Of course we both wanted to go as John McEnroe. I imagine the everyone there will be dressed as McEnroe! But if you had to pick a 70s costume that wasn’t the Bee Gees, what would yours be?
Sonny & Cher - a gimme
Liza Minelli / Cabaret - 1972
Sylvester Stallone / Rocky 1976
Bianca Jagger 1972
Donna Summer (late 70s?)
Angelica Huston / Jack Nicholson 1975
Update 2/22/09: There was a Chris Evert but no McEnroe – what??? But the winner was my friend Mia, who went this direction:
In Baby Love, Design, Food on February 21, 2009 at 8:15 am
Our house has been overrun by attack crickets, and they are at super high decibel in Tiny G’s room. At first I thought it was sweet—Tiny G could be lulled to sleep by the symphony of these chirping little devils and pretend that he grew up in the country instead of smack dab in the middle of urban L.A. It has heretofore been such a lovely sound – in fact the personalized ring for my husband on my iPhone is chirping crickets! But then I read that crickets like Prada, and suddenly the crickets didn’t sound all that cute anymore.
Chemical sprays were out of the question with Tiny G underfoot, so we tried making our own cricket traps with Plantation Blackstrap Molasses. Even though it’s organic, I figured the name sounded like it meant business. Unfortunately, of the six baby-food jars full of molasses we strategically placed around the house to catch these little bastards, not a single cricket took the bait. So we resorted to a Philippe Starck “Dr. Skud” fly-swatter. And by “we,” I mean my husband, who took out TWELVE of these critters last night alone. It sounds like there are still at least a hundred left, taunting, chirping, and casing the Prada. Dr. Skud can only handle so much. Does anyone have another nontoxic suggestion for extermination?