Apparently, I don't own enough cupcake paraphernalia because I found myself inexplicably filling the cupcake-pop-mold VOID in my life by purchasing this mere moments ago:
For only $5.95, the My Little Cupcake cake pop mold will soon be mine. With this mold, recreating Bakerella's viral baked good hit will be a cinch (or at the very least, much easier than crafting little cupcake shapes by hand!).
Seriously, this uni-purpose gadget is absolutely genius in the cupcake world. I can't help but ask myself, yet again, "how come I didn't come up with this?"!!!
{So easy, even the tiny, insignificant hands of a child can do it}
Still, I'm pretty excited about this thing. But if the cake doesn't pop out of the mold, there will be hell to pay. HELLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!!!!
I generally don't care about anyone else's well-being but my own, but for some reason I'm going through this charitablestreak of giving, and thinking about others. It's almost enough to make me SICK, but when cupcakes are involved, I just can't help myself.
CupcakesOMG! favorite, Hello Cupcake unveils its seasonal Cherry Blossom flavor this week (Meyer lemon cupcake filled with cherry preserves, topped with vanilla cream cheese frosting and a fondant cherry blossom). This week they'll also bedonating all proceeds from the Cherry Blossom cupcake sales to the Red Cross for Japan disaster relief effort, making this one sweet deal.
In my head, I'm a towering 5'10", like Cindy Crawford. I'm also as thin, rich, and beautiful as her. Oh wait, that's in life, too.
Truth is, I'm a shrimpy 5'4", so I tend to prefer my footwear be tall enough to compensate for my genetics. Even on the weekends, I'll throw on my Jeffrey Campbell Tick wedges, cus ya know, they're my comfortable heels. But on a walk around DC last weekend with Kyle, wearing my Ralph Lauren brown riding boots, I realized I didn't have a closed-toe flat shoe that I felt accurately represented my style. You have my full permission to smack me straight across the face if you ever see me wearing a sneaker and not coming from or going to a gym. FULL.PERMISSION.
With sneakers out of the running (ha HA, pun intended), I realized this would be a hard shoe to fill ("how DOES she do it?"). Like some message from the heavens though, I stumbled upon Neiman Marcus' TOMS shoe collection.
Pause for an editorial interlude: TOMS shoes are the UGG of slip on flats. They're not all that attractive, but they're comfortable, trendy with young, pretty girls everywhere, and spell their name in all caps. What's also cool about TOMS is that for every pair you buy, they give a pair to a child in need, and with most pairs under $50, they're affordable too. That said, you know I would never be satisfied with a plain canvas shoe.
Fast forward to my online shopping escapade and I'm now the proud owner of these bad boys:
Okay, sure, they're a little elfin looking, but just look at that sparkle??!! I'm like a bird: I get distracted by shiny things, and in this case, I'm distracted enough from the Genie in a Bottle feel that these will make for a perfectly suitable pair of comfortable AND stylish walking shoes.
And to think, some child in need will get a pair of shoes because I bought mine. That makes my soul sparkle.
Because this is my blog and I can basically write about anything I that moves me, I've decided to do my first-ever Glee recap. A Gleecap if you will. Will you?
This episode, entitled "Original Song", was all about Regionals and, well, the original songs they performed. This was the episode that inspired a raucous "ABOUT GODDAMN TIME!" from Glee fans everywhere. And by Glee fans everywhere, I mean me. Frankly, if the show never came back, I'd die a satisfied Gleek. Because, in all honesty, I was starting to get worried about my favorite high-school-misfits-who-are-actually-all-incredibly-talented-and-good-looking musical comedy show. I mean, original songs? It could have been a disaster on par with Ke$ha at the beach. Shudder.
I was beginning to wonder when Ryan Murphy was finally going to quench fans' thirst and allow Kurt to emerge from Blaine's shadow to finally hit the high notes that only he and a select few eunuchs could ever deign reach. "Has the Emmy award winner gone through some terrible form of puberty rendering him talentless and monotone?!" I feared. Well, Kurtophiles, tonight's episode provided the drink we so desperately needed, and indeed, his voice is as feminine, sweet, and refreshing as ever. THANK GOD!!!
Not only did Kurt finally get to share lead vocals with Blaine, he also got to share spit. THAT'S RIGHT LADIES!!! Kurt and Blaine made out and are now...a couple?? At least, that's what it's looking like. But I swear to god, if Blaine breaks Kurt's sweet, tiny, little heart I will hurt him. And I don't just mean by hiding his stash of Dep gel. (Seriously, how has Sue not drawn the overly-shellaced hair comparison between B and Will Schuster...?? Sometimes I wonder if Ryan Murphy is even watching his own show.)
Kurt wasn't the only winner of the night, though. There were several choice moments peppered throughout an episode that finally shed the spotlight on the storyline, instead of the over-hyped guest star (although Kathy Griffin as a tea party politician was fairly epic):
I LOVIED Mercedes' original song, known as what I can only guess is "Hell to the No". I will no doubt add that to my iPod and wear.it.out. I also especially lovied Mercedes' Lady Gaga tee. 'Cus baby, she was born this way!
Quinn's opening monologue about prom queens (did you know they live 5 years longer than normal people). It's so nice to see her doing a voice-over for once that's not about being preggo.
Santana's "Trouty Mouth" song. This could possibly get more action on my playlist than the aforementioned "Hell to the No."
The tender moment between Rachel and Finn before hitting the stage. Really, I just wanted to say tender.
Lauren Zeisses actually enjoying herself during the regionals performance. Lest you forget, Lauren was a last-minute filler for last year's performance at sectionals and I distinctly remember her saying that Glee club was for losers. It may be just that, but at least she's embracing it!
New Directions winning the competition. And thank you for not making it some long, drawn out fight to the finish. They deserved to win, they did, period.
And finally, the allusion to Gwyneth Paltrow's brilliant character Holly Holiday becoming a recurring character as Will Schuster's love interest. Dirty bit.
And while there were many winners of the night, I'd be remiss not to mention the loser of the night: Leggings.
I get it...you're dancing. As high schoolers, there's some sense of decency you have to maintain, but whoever said it was okay to pair cotton leggings with robin's egg blue silk dupioni should be shot. In public. Several times. And forced to wear cotton leggings with silk dupioni.
I was in Vegas last weekend for what I hope will become an annual GF trip with 3 of my best looking friends. Lord knows the only way to go on a vacay, to Vegas no less, is with good looking people.
{We're literally so good looking it's SICKENING.}
Arden B. dress, vintage earrings, Michael Kors watch
Despite stuffing my face with endless frozen rum drinks, all-you-can-eat buffets, and more sushi than probably medically reasonable, I managed to make Vegas all about the tightest clothing I owned. And the make-up. And the hair. Namely, the hair flair, but that's a soon-to-come vlog post.
{Amazing sushi at Koi. And by sushi, I mean a shot of the rice...}
What I'm getting at is I was looking FRESH. It's pretty hard to stand out in Vegas, what with this kind of thing going on in the background:
But I still managed to garner several compliments for my Jeffrey Campbell Tick Wedges, as seen here...:
Thrifted H&M blazer, Christian Dior Sunglasses, Express purse and shorts, Jeffrey Campbell Tick Wedges
...my winning combination of absurdly long (read: fake) eyelashes and gold hair flair...:
...and of course, no self-respecting trip to Vegas would be complete without my Liza Minelli-style sequin shorts, OTK black suede boots and feather earrings (and more hair flair!!):
This is the soup I made a few days ago. It was the kind of soup that's so good, it'll melt your face off. It's made with tiger blood and baby tears. I mean, it's a bitchin' rock star from Mars kind of soup, duh!
Yeah, it's kinda like that.
I guess what I'm trying to say is that this soup is CRAZY good. What's even crazier is how easy it is to make. Whether you have fire-breathing fists or simply a normal brain, I feel confident you can brown some carrots, onions and garlic with some curry and chicken broth and then top it with crispy pieces of prosciutto. Find the recipe here (btw, I used a regular stock pot and a blender to make this).
