Happy New Year, Baby

Happy New Year's Eve, peeps! Don't forget to eat fish today and pork tomorrow...that's some kind of good luck tradition- I think it's a Catholic thing?...frick, I should know this...All I know is that you have to eat fish and pork today and tomorrow to have a lucky 2009. That, and you don't want to piss off Jebus. Or else. Jebus will smite you. He will smite you good! Do you think Swedish Fish counts as the "fish" part of the deal? He really should have specified trout or bass or whatever. Darn you jebus for sabotaging my New Years luck!

I thought I should give back to some of my vintage friends who have done so much for me, if I ended this year on a good note and give props where props is due. Also to prove that I really am not made entirely out of piss and vinegar, as my German Grandma used to say. So it's linky-linky time! Here are a few that were either really helpful throughout the year, or paid me off really well for my friendship, "Can't Buy Me Love"-style. In no particular order, here's a shout-out to my friends and homies who I couldn't have done it without. Done what, you ask? Perhaps commit arson, maybe plot elaborate jewel heists, you'll just never know.

For pretty much the best vintage shopping ever on the interwebs, you must check out: Dorothea's Closet Vintage, Damn Good Vintage, Couture Allure, Glamoursurf (she has the most incredible vintage swimsuits for sale you've ever laid your peepers on)....And (if you're crafty and can sew your own clothes I envy you very much), you might dig these vintage pattern sellers: MomsPatterns, The Ornament Gal, Vintage Fashion Library...

There are so many more homies I'm forgetting to send love to, so I'm sorry if I missed anyone this time around. Maybe next year. (Get it, because next year is tomorrow? Shut up, it was too funny.)



But most of all, thanks to all of you kindred spirits of nerds, freak and geeks out there who read my stabby blog! Hopefully you take away something from it. I loves me some of you guys and you keep me going when I sometimes feel like a nut...and sometimes I don't (stolen retro commercial line!). Keep posting your comments and let me know you're listening/laughing/crying/loathing and keep sending your hate mail! Have a rockin' New Year's Eve! (Dick Clark not included.)

Sweet Little Sixteen

Last night I *finally* got around to renting the newest Harry Potter movie, because I am fully aware of my nerdiness and will raise you one Lord of the Rings trilogy that I am watching on TNT right now even though I own the freaking boxed set, because that is HOW A NERD ROLLS and I am loyal to my geek-status movies. The thing I don't get is how these wizard kids and elves with magic never use their powers for personal gain. What's with the morals and the "do the right thing"-iness? Say WHA, now?! I'd be all OVER those powers. Sure I may save a kitten out of a tree and push a guy out of the way from a falling piano from the 6th floor, but damn you, child bearing hips, damn you straight to hell. Zap! Big hips gone. Electric bill or gas bill- which one to pay THIS month? Zap! Money, money, money, muuuh-naaay! I'd have the power to fly, to read thoughts, to be invisible, to be filthy stinking rich and occasionally use it to be good. But probably not that often.

I'd also use powers to have superawesome memory-- so's I don't have to rely on stinking myspace to tell me when my friends' birthdays are- JULIE AND JEN I'M TALKING TO YOU. So here's a blatant shout-out to my friends whose birthdays I missed because I'm apparently the worst friend ever and am too busy sewing my evil villain suit to remember things that don't include world domination.

You can snatch this vintage 30's coat from Julie at Damn Good Vintage a wicked awesome coat that has an old-timey villain feel to it, like the superbad librarian-in-disguise on old-timey England who will give you a firm scolding for talking too loud, meanwhile she's got a rubber catsuit on underneath for her other PT job as dominatrix. Or whatever.



And I'd also have powers to sew like a FIEND, because I would bang out (I said bang out) stupid awesome ensembles in minutes and never wear the same thing twice (damn you Paris Hilton), like the dress on this vintage 40's pattern from Jen at MomsPatterns. I'd ixnay the boob pockets, and make the hip pockets extra big. Where else will my flask and laser gun go?