Thursday, October 26, 2006

Cock-a-brooches


I would rather kill them than wear them, but for Halloween, aside from being spinach, I think the scariest costume isn’t really some put together ensemble with fake blood and guts, it’s a cockroach accessory.

My sister “wore” one once when a water bug decided to nestle itself in the towel she used after her shower. She was naked, save for the two-inches of black that crawled up her spine after the towel was flung off.

I have fought them in some of the most frightening battles involving a can of Oven Off to a soundtrack of my screams I never thought humanly possible. I may have won, but there is never a victory celebration. The fear stays with you forever.

And so, why anyone would purposely wear a giant Madagascar cockroach ($80) that hisses is beyond my realm of understanding, but it strikes such fear in my heart and soul, even if the thing is in a leash, pinned to my clothing and decorated with Austrian Swarovski crystals.

Only the brave and truly demeted would wear this. And I pray to Anton LaVey that some freak has one of these on a leash on Devil's Night.

From my blog at Shecky's

Wednesday, October 04, 2006

Not Sew Quick


I just got chills…I am so nervous. I was reading the news. Could it be? Please dear Lord no.

Jeffrey Sebeila of "Project Runway" is being accused of cheating and hiring helping hands to sew his clothes for the collection shown during Fashion Week.

Now we all know we cannot believe everything we hear and deem it to be true, right? Right. What’s worse is that it is supposedly some of that “your mom told my mom” type of chit-chat supposedly involving the moms of Jeffrey and Laura.

Jeffrey lashed back saying, "…be careful of what you read and also of what is presented in the press. Those people take any information they get (usually unfounded rumors) and just print them in order to bolster their own readership with no regard to the person they might be slandering. They are just doing their job as bottom feeding, sludge dredging, no-life having journalists."

Ouch.

God I love Jeffrey.