Showing posts with label fashion. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fashion. Show all posts

Monday, August 8, 2011

Head Case

Dear Baby Stewzie,

I'll probably take some flack for what I'm about to say to you.  I may even offend some people.  Wouldn't be the first time.  Probably won't be the last.  But there is something I feel pretty strongly about, so I'm just going to go ahead and say it to you.

I promise I will never, EVER make you wear anything like this:


If your head gets chilly, I will outfit you in a warm hat.  If your hair gets in your eyes, I will get you a haircut.  However, call me crazy, but I'm 100% certain that you will be adorable and will not require the application of any type of restricting, hubcap-sized, faux floral headgear to enhance that adorableness. 

You'll thank me one day.

Love,
Mama



Wednesday, March 31, 2010

Putting the fun in dysfunctional

On a 1-10 scale-o-trashiness, with 1 being (Champagne and Caviar at a 5-star restaurant with the Queen of England) and 10 being (Mountain Dew and Vienna Sausages on the tailgate of Second Cousin Bobby Earl's 1983 Ford Pickup),....

...I'd say Trailer Bash 2010 ranked somewhere around a 10.3, which is of course (Moonshine and Spam Sammiches in the kitchenette of Grandpappy's Double-Wide). For those of you wondering, Stew's glossy perm-mullet helped push the trash level over the 10-point mark. That may be the only time I ever mention Stew's name and Ten Point in the same sentence. JUST KIDDING, HONEY, YOU'RE A FANTASTIC DEER HUNTER!!

For all you classy people (Yankees) who need a translation: The Party. Was. Awesome. I mean, what party with barbecue pork rinds and aerosol cheese isn't awesome?

Check out some of my favorite photos of the night - taken with my iPhone new-fangled cellular talkin contraption.























Thursday, December 17, 2009

Meet my Father

So this one time at band camp...

This little gem was taken when Phil was practicing with the Southern Rebels Drum & Bugle Corps. Back in 1911...or whenever it was when he was that young. I don't know. I didn't inherit his stellar math skills.


But I obviously inherited his keen sense of fashion. As my pal Karlee would say - he's wearing an abundance of Twenty. Look it up.