<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248228400431873655</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:06:22.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the elliette devine diaries</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliettedevine.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248228400431873655/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliettedevine.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Elliette Devine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15672244781747729349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>56</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248228400431873655.post-5330451614432160533</id><published>2008-05-11T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T19:34:16.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kendi</title><content type='html'>I have no pictures, but last night the scientist and I looked after Miss Kendi. I was a little worn out from the night before, and my old ladyness wanted to be in bed by 11pm... well, turned out, her parents movie didnt start until 1030 in the city, and Kendi had napped all day before, some homegirl was up and going and not ready to fall asleep when midnight rolled around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, there were many highlights of the evening... the first one being turkey and rice on the stove. Followed by mochachip ice cream and some SNL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the blocks came out... and Kendi and the scientist built a fort for her dolls and a my little pony with a chopped off tail. One of the plastic dolls that she had was wearing a skirt that barely covered her crotch (i was trying to type this politely, but the doll looked like a total slut with that outfit on!!!). And the my little pony was just like one I had, except it had futuristic glitter hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kendi is at the age now where she understood that I was sleepy, so she parked up next to me on the couch and we fell asleep with her talking... and I responded in kind trying to keep up. I'd look up and she would go "WHY ARE YOUR EYES OPEN??? you're supposed to be sleeping!!!!" and i'd say "I know! why are YOUR eyes open? go back to sleep then!" and she'd say "well, you're the sleepy one. i'm just watching YOU"... and then i fell back asleep to catch her with her eyes closed. We went back and forth like this for a good hour until I saw that she was completely knocked out, and then I was able to sleep in peace. I got driven home around 2 and proceeded to pass out until this morning around 9 or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be many more weekends spent with Kendi in the upcoming months that I truly look forward to. She's turning six next month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her mom says that shes a little shy around crowds, but I think I'm going to ask Kendi if she'd escort me to the flea market next weekend. I'm sure that I can convince her to come with me if we both wear our favorite color yellow. And we will walk through the ft green flea market and be the two cutest cousins ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8248228400431873655-5330451614432160533?l=elliettedevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliettedevine.blogspot.com/feeds/5330451614432160533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8248228400431873655&amp;postID=5330451614432160533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248228400431873655/posts/default/5330451614432160533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248228400431873655/posts/default/5330451614432160533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliettedevine.blogspot.com/2008/05/kendi.html' title='Kendi'/><author><name>Elliette Devine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15672244781747729349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248228400431873655.post-1543096797355060704</id><published>2008-05-04T10:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T10:58:48.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunny Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/SB35MTZdYvI/AAAAAAAAANw/jYz8Mtb-xkA/s1600-h/Photo+173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/SB35MTZdYvI/AAAAAAAAANw/jYz8Mtb-xkA/s400/Photo+173.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196583534816223986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to start blogging again. Even if it's only one thing a day... Because I have been so down in the dumps lately,that I need to take note of the little things that make me happy, rather than focus so much on the negativo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I will start with this moment right now... I woke up and cleaned my apartment after 2 weeks of half ass cleaning... nothing is worse than going to bed on Sunday knowing that you're going to come home every evening following a long days work to a dirty ass apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sent this silly picture of me with the clean apartment to my scientist. I'm sure he'll get a kick out of it, and I thought I'd share it with all of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEEP THE GLOSSY FLOORS YALL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8248228400431873655-1543096797355060704?l=elliettedevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliettedevine.blogspot.com/feeds/1543096797355060704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8248228400431873655&amp;postID=1543096797355060704' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248228400431873655/posts/default/1543096797355060704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248228400431873655/posts/default/1543096797355060704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliettedevine.blogspot.com/2008/05/sunny-sunday.html' title='Sunny Sunday'/><author><name>Elliette Devine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15672244781747729349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/SB35MTZdYvI/AAAAAAAAANw/jYz8Mtb-xkA/s72-c/Photo+173.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248228400431873655.post-1940068884173893554</id><published>2007-11-29T19:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T19:41:33.661-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Psssst. 8 dollar boots below, and more.</title><content type='html'>Wow. I really haven't logged in to this thing since July. Funny, because that's right around the time that I started my job that I-- *knock on wood*, seem to finally be catching on to and getting a handle on. And it's been around a month in a half since I've had to go in to the bathroom and cry at work, so that's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life has certainly changed these last couple of months. I feel like I've turned in to one of those New York City residents I always heard about. Working the long days (Mondays and Tuesdays for me are usually 9am-8,9,10,or 11pm) And trying to figure out how I can get one night just to myself, but I also need to see my girlfriends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also never thought i'd be saying this, but I met a very nice young man that's been a part of my life. I met him the day that my Grandmother passed away back in July, and he's been such a great support system for me on that front as well as many others, he's made my life a lot brighter. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just revisted my blog, and boy do I need a scanner to maintain it. I have so much I want to share about my family, and also want to share with the world what a wonderful person my Grandmother was. But there is so much that I have to say about that, that it's most likely going to be a bit of a series once I get a new scanner to share photos. I also have to get my camera up and running again to shoot stuff I have here in the apartment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not be able to blog once a day like before, but I'm going to try to make a nice post once a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course the first thing I want to share are these puppies: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/R0-EmVivyQI/AAAAAAAAANM/IIYcesUF8EI/s1600-R/Picture+3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/R0-EmVivyQI/AAAAAAAAANM/bDQxq8kStoY/s400/Picture+3.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138471494005803266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These arrived in the mail today... and they are absolutely gorg. This bid on ebay started at .99 cents and went up to 8bux and some change, and I won... Shipping of course was like 7.50... but I got those lovely boots for around 8 dollars. Those boots are the reason why I will never spend money in a real store again. I know if they were in some little brooklyn boutique, they'd go for 100bux easy. The leather is like butter and they fit me to a T. Yes, I'm wearing them tomorrow. I might even sleep in them tonight. The picture doesn't do them any justice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More goodness to come on my blog. Stay tuned. Most likely after the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8248228400431873655-1940068884173893554?l=elliettedevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliettedevine.blogspot.com/feeds/1940068884173893554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8248228400431873655&amp;postID=1940068884173893554' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248228400431873655/posts/default/1940068884173893554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248228400431873655/posts/default/1940068884173893554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliettedevine.blogspot.com/2007/11/psssst-8-dollar-boots-below-and-more.html' title='Psssst. 8 dollar boots below, and more.'/><author><name>Elliette Devine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15672244781747729349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/R0-EmVivyQI/AAAAAAAAANM/bDQxq8kStoY/s72-c/Picture+3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248228400431873655.post-76191080830038640</id><published>2007-07-27T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T20:06:12.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Atoosa Rulez</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/Rqqynp03NpI/AAAAAAAAANE/pw38RLlSWo0/s1600-h/toos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/Rqqynp03NpI/AAAAAAAAANE/pw38RLlSWo0/s400/toos.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092078723007985298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;courtesy of gawker. they/she cracks me up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe Lindsay has gotten in trouble again? Let me know your take on it.&lt;br /&gt;Here's my take:&lt;br /&gt;When you are in recovery for ANY addiction, you have to get yourself AWAY from all the things that triggered you. You can't just wear an alcohol monitor on your ankle and keep going out with your party friends.&lt;br /&gt;Even with me - I realized I was a work addict and that even though I'd left my job, by being in NYC, I was still being triggered by all the same things that made me workaholic. That's why I've decided to spend the summer in the Hamptons.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8248228400431873655-76191080830038640?l=elliettedevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliettedevine.blogspot.com/feeds/76191080830038640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8248228400431873655&amp;postID=76191080830038640' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248228400431873655/posts/default/76191080830038640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248228400431873655/posts/default/76191080830038640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliettedevine.blogspot.com/2007/07/atoosa-rulez.html' title='Atoosa Rulez'/><author><name>Elliette Devine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15672244781747729349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/Rqqynp03NpI/AAAAAAAAANE/pw38RLlSWo0/s72-c/toos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248228400431873655.post-287475664532623458</id><published>2007-07-19T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T20:59:51.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'>one more thing, about kenfucky...</title><content type='html'>i'm going to be eating here in the morning. i am very excited about this. it's right across the street from the days inn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/RqAzHBRmgPI/AAAAAAAAAM8/qYDRxQb_-js/s1600-h/wafflehouse_1964.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/RqAzHBRmgPI/AAAAAAAAAM8/qYDRxQb_-js/s400/wafflehouse_1964.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089123774623023346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmmmmmmmmmmfuckyea!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8248228400431873655-287475664532623458?l=elliettedevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliettedevine.blogspot.com/feeds/287475664532623458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8248228400431873655&amp;postID=287475664532623458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248228400431873655/posts/default/287475664532623458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248228400431873655/posts/default/287475664532623458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliettedevine.blogspot.com/2007/07/one-more-thing-about-kenfucky.html' title='one more thing, about kenfucky...'/><author><name>Elliette Devine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15672244781747729349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/RqAzHBRmgPI/AAAAAAAAAM8/qYDRxQb_-js/s72-c/wafflehouse_1964.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248228400431873655.post-8849256834066864987</id><published>2007-07-19T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T20:43:02.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>kenfucky</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/RqAuQhRmgOI/AAAAAAAAAM0/OykY4fGKW4I/s1600-h/hick-23787.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/RqAuQhRmgOI/AAAAAAAAAM0/OykY4fGKW4I/s400/hick-23787.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089118440273641698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mean. kentucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im stuck here. in a days inn motel. in transit to san francisco for my lady friends wedding. its very dark here, and the men don't seem to wear shirts or have any teeth. (from what i saw at the gas station).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8248228400431873655-8849256834066864987?l=elliettedevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliettedevine.blogspot.com/feeds/8849256834066864987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8248228400431873655&amp;postID=8849256834066864987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248228400431873655/posts/default/8849256834066864987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248228400431873655/posts/default/8849256834066864987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliettedevine.blogspot.com/2007/07/kenfucky.html' title='kenfucky'/><author><name>Elliette Devine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15672244781747729349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/RqAuQhRmgOI/AAAAAAAAAM0/OykY4fGKW4I/s72-c/hick-23787.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248228400431873655.post-4158459998632508504</id><published>2007-07-09T12:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T13:00:52.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Biennial Clothing Swap. This Sunday, beyoootches.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/RpKTeV2PSmI/AAAAAAAAAMs/A_uhMjoGiWw/s1600-h/FashionShowLadies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/RpKTeV2PSmI/AAAAAAAAAMs/A_uhMjoGiWw/s400/FashionShowLadies.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085289078724708962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right. I will be opening my apartment for another clothing swap with my lovely neighbor, this Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Email me for the deets. Clean out your closets. Leftovers will be donated. I have no clue what the picture above means, but it was one of the first to come up on google when looking for a clothing swap picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday. 130pm. Get there early to get first dibs before it all just turns in to size zero pants and dirty wifebeaters!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8248228400431873655-4158459998632508504?l=elliettedevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliettedevine.blogspot.com/feeds/4158459998632508504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8248228400431873655&amp;postID=4158459998632508504' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248228400431873655/posts/default/4158459998632508504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248228400431873655/posts/default/4158459998632508504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliettedevine.blogspot.com/2007/07/biennial-clothing-swap-this-sunday.html' title='Biennial Clothing Swap. This Sunday, beyoootches.'/><author><name>Elliette Devine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15672244781747729349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/RpKTeV2PSmI/AAAAAAAAAMs/A_uhMjoGiWw/s72-c/FashionShowLadies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248228400431873655.post-2983290861460674378</id><published>2007-06-17T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T22:12:49.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OH EM, TO-THE EFFING GEE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/RnYSbAJVu5I/AAAAAAAAAMk/WjUB6Gml0GQ/s1600-h/logoleft.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/RnYSbAJVu5I/AAAAAAAAAMk/WjUB6Gml0GQ/s400/logoleft.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077265885011753874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hard to contain excitement while posting this.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. so. i just got home, and i looked on the corner and saw a fresh iron gate... with a lovely awning right on the corner, of my most favoritist, bestest...first hummus-schwarma-backlava(sp)-experience-having restaurant ever...(sorry olive vine cafe... wont be calling you guys anymore, unforch) :-/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ZAYTOONS!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks again, sweet baby haysue for bringing zaytoons to me....i heart you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i always talk about how my side of flatbush doesnt have anything. and i dont want it to have TOO much, because it just means that my rent will go up, but this here is a good thing to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not good for the pocket book...because i seriously have a weakness for them. best carry out. best delivery. best everything. and its all right here?!!??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whaaaaaaa?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i actually cupped my mouth in excitement upon walking up the street in disbelieve)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZAYTOONS HAS ARRIVED!!!!! in dark slope! werd to my mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*picture depicted is that off the only zaytoons that i know... the one on myrtle. mmmmmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8248228400431873655-2983290861460674378?l=elliettedevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliettedevine.blogspot.com/feeds/2983290861460674378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8248228400431873655&amp;postID=2983290861460674378' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248228400431873655/posts/default/2983290861460674378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248228400431873655/posts/default/2983290861460674378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliettedevine.blogspot.com/2007/06/oh-em-to-effing-gee.html' title='OH EM, TO-THE EFFING GEE'/><author><name>Elliette Devine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15672244781747729349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/RnYSbAJVu5I/AAAAAAAAAMk/WjUB6Gml0GQ/s72-c/logoleft.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248228400431873655.post-2781938792338112611</id><published>2007-06-11T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T19:33:51.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'>current situ has caused a pause in pix, unforch.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/Rm4FqwJVu4I/AAAAAAAAAMc/8R-3g8K1Ecg/s1600-h/epson-Perfection-3590-401_scanner-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/Rm4FqwJVu4I/AAAAAAAAAMc/8R-3g8K1Ecg/s400/epson-Perfection-3590-401_scanner-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075000062129847170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm finding myself without a scanner these days. so the childhood pictures will come to an abrupt pause until i invest in a home scanner within the next month or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i mentioned in my previous post, i was running out of themes. i'm going home within the next coupla weeks, and i will trade in my current stash of pix for some *funner* (yes, funner is a word) pix that will redeem what i'm not able to post right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess ill have to cook more stuff and post pictures of food, or catch pazzo in more positions, etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;standby....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the meantime, why not do some shopping at &lt;a href="http://www.glitterminivintage.com"&gt;www.glitterminivintage.com&lt;/a&gt;?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8248228400431873655-2781938792338112611?l=elliettedevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliettedevine.blogspot.com/feeds/2781938792338112611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8248228400431873655&amp;postID=2781938792338112611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248228400431873655/posts/default/2781938792338112611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248228400431873655/posts/default/2781938792338112611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliettedevine.blogspot.com/2007/06/current-situ-has-caused-pause-in-pix.html' title='current situ has caused a pause in pix, unforch.'/><author><name>Elliette Devine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15672244781747729349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/Rm4FqwJVu4I/AAAAAAAAAMc/8R-3g8K1Ecg/s72-c/epson-Perfection-3590-401_scanner-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248228400431873655.post-4147003907264558944</id><published>2007-06-05T09:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T09:31:13.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Randoms</title><content type='html'>I'm running out of picture sets/themes, so everything will be pretty random from this point on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a great picture of one of my brothers. I wish I had another picture of my other brother reflecting the same fashion awesomeness. There are tons of them dressed similarly, and in three piece suits and the like, but those are at home. I have two older brothers that are 10 and 12 years my senior. This is the middle brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the three piece suit action!! Shit is haute!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/RmWNXQJVuzI/AAAAAAAAAL0/RVDmXNIDoWs/s1600-h/brian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/RmWNXQJVuzI/AAAAAAAAAL0/RVDmXNIDoWs/s400/brian.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072615985913379634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we have a picture of my mom with dead mark when they first got him as a kitten, and me with dead mark fullgrown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/RmWNngJVu0I/AAAAAAAAAL8/FUdSDzriPJI/s1600-h/mom:mark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/RmWNngJVu0I/AAAAAAAAAL8/FUdSDzriPJI/s400/mom:mark.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072616265086253890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/RmWNnwJVu1I/AAAAAAAAAME/kdNlyAI8tNQ/s1600-h/memark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/RmWNnwJVu1I/AAAAAAAAAME/kdNlyAI8tNQ/s400/memark.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072616269381221202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lastly, here is the best halloween costume that i ever rocked. my mother made it. she sewed it. and i think i wore it to a few parties that year. it looked cute flat, but every time i wore it, my mother would blow up a big black trash bag, and thats what made me round. no airpump... all her own hot air. and then it would deflate by the end of the night, but i rememeber being the coolest kid with the coolest costume at the halloween parties that year! 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now i have a new dish to serve at dinner parties, and it's definitely a great quick dinner to prepare for when i get home late from work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is the recipe. i hope that the fineman's don't mind me sharing it. there were some modifications that i made to it that i'll keep my little secret, but this is what i went from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Potato- poke holes in it and microwave it for 2-3min. until its soft.&lt;br /&gt;-chop it up into small cubes or just mash it to break it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Onion- chop the onion into small slices/pieces&lt;br /&gt;-in a skillet heat up 1tb. butter and sautee the onion and butter lightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Put the onion and the potato to the side to cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Salmon- Pour the salmon bits into a large bowl.&lt;br /&gt;-season with salt, pepper and I like some crushed garlic but not necessary.&lt;br /&gt;-add in the onion, potato and 1 large egg&lt;br /&gt;-stir it up! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Cooking...&lt;br /&gt;-heat the skillet and cover the bottom of the pan with veg. oil&lt;br /&gt;-wash your hands and then make patties&lt;br /&gt;-I like to coat them in cornmeal before cooking, but not necessary&lt;br /&gt;-lay them gently in the skillet once the oil is HOT. (test it by throwing a little fish in, it should float and sizzle.)&lt;br /&gt;-let them cook for about 3-5 min on med.- med.high heat&lt;br /&gt;-flip and repeat. -let drain on a plate with paper towel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Sauce&lt;br /&gt;-melt 1 tb. butter in a sauce pan.&lt;br /&gt;-pour in 1 cup of milk and stir to mix butter and milk&lt;br /&gt;-let it get warmed up, then stir in with a wisk 1/2 cup flour.&lt;br /&gt;-keep whisking the sauce while its on the heat until it starts to get stiff.&lt;br /&gt;-then add pepper and a pinch of nutmeg and stir again&lt;br /&gt;-take pan off the heat set to the side, serve when ready.&lt;br /&gt; (you can double this recipe for more sauce, &lt;br /&gt;but i just wing it by eyeball adding in more milk and then slowly pour in more flour and pepper/nutmeg,,,whisk quickly)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8248228400431873655-7817802369943385456?l=elliettedevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliettedevine.blogspot.com/feeds/7817802369943385456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8248228400431873655&amp;postID=7817802369943385456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248228400431873655/posts/default/7817802369943385456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248228400431873655/posts/default/7817802369943385456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliettedevine.blogspot.com/2007/05/more-tasteful-post.html' title='a more tasteful post'/><author><name>Elliette Devine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15672244781747729349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/Rl4uynUMUoI/AAAAAAAAALs/WVpIb-uAPC8/s72-c/IMG_2248.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248228400431873655.post-6327847545551953330</id><published>2007-05-30T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T13:40:28.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my blog just turned dirty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/Rl3gk5SvZ8I/AAAAAAAAALk/8udx9cBdjNk/s1600-h/image-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/Rl3gk5SvZ8I/AAAAAAAAALk/8udx9cBdjNk/s400/image-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070455679948384194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry. but i had to share this. JACKHAMMER JESUS!!! bwaahahahahahahaha! Props go to Steile for this one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8248228400431873655-6327847545551953330?l=elliettedevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliettedevine.blogspot.com/feeds/6327847545551953330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8248228400431873655&amp;postID=6327847545551953330' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248228400431873655/posts/default/6327847545551953330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248228400431873655/posts/default/6327847545551953330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliettedevine.blogspot.com/2007/05/my-blog-just-turned-dirty.html' title='my blog just turned dirty'/><author><name>Elliette Devine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15672244781747729349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/Rl3gk5SvZ8I/AAAAAAAAALk/8udx9cBdjNk/s72-c/image-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248228400431873655.post-8674021850034752423</id><published>2007-05-30T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T09:12:21.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>summer 81, and random fall picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/Rl2eqJSvZ4I/AAAAAAAAALE/S0HE0Qdnub0/s1600-h/summer81.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/Rl2eqJSvZ4I/AAAAAAAAALE/S0HE0Qdnub0/s400/summer81.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070383202375264130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my moms handwriting. this was written on the backs of the two pics below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/Rl2f3pSvZ5I/AAAAAAAAALM/in_UxNKH_2E/s1600-h/summer1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/Rl2f3pSvZ5I/AAAAAAAAALM/in_UxNKH_2E/s400/summer1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070384533815125906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/Rl2hMpSvZ7I/AAAAAAAAALc/ieJMBK1Q7Ao/s1600-h/summer2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/Rl2hMpSvZ7I/AAAAAAAAALc/ieJMBK1Q7Ao/s400/summer2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070385994104006578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i posted this red sweater picture for &lt;a href="http://violettecrumble.blogspot.com"&gt;violette&lt;/a&gt; to see, for homemade clothing inspiration. correct me if i'm wrong (mom:) ), but i think that my grandmother made this for me. it's very reminiscent of the lettering that my grandma used to cut out from gold paper, and would glue on our individual christmas boxes every year. i wish that i still had one of those to show off too. my grandma is 92, and i get my crafty/arsty side from her.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then here i am in the fall... i'm guessing this was fall '82, '83? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/Rl2gYZSvZ6I/AAAAAAAAALU/CmhZHraFxgs/s1600-h/fall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/Rl2gYZSvZ6I/AAAAAAAAALU/CmhZHraFxgs/s400/fall.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070385096455841698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8248228400431873655-8674021850034752423?l=elliettedevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliettedevine.blogspot.com/feeds/8674021850034752423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8248228400431873655&amp;postID=8674021850034752423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248228400431873655/posts/default/8674021850034752423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248228400431873655/posts/default/8674021850034752423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliettedevine.blogspot.com/2007/05/summer-81-and-random-fall-picture.html' title='summer 81, and random fall picture'/><author><name>Elliette Devine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15672244781747729349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/Rl2eqJSvZ4I/AAAAAAAAALE/S0HE0Qdnub0/s72-c/summer81.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248228400431873655.post-108539652435272611</id><published>2007-05-28T20:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T21:01:28.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'>meet, Bobby &amp; Lulu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/RlujsZSvZ3I/AAAAAAAAAK8/ojyQtDoX80k/s1600-h/IMG_2238.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/RlujsZSvZ3I/AAAAAAAAAK8/ojyQtDoX80k/s400/IMG_2238.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069825788634687346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me introduce you to the two latest beautiful additions to my apartment, Bobby (left) and Lulu(right). &lt;a href="http://trueschitt.blogspot.com/"&gt;Fuller Schitt&lt;/a&gt;,(click his name to find his find from his childhood!) and LWJ and i took a road trip on Sunday to Cape May, Dirty Jerz. I didn't really know what to expect, didn't read a thing about it before taking the parkway all the way down to the end, but was pleasantly surprised to find a little old town on coast of new jersey with beautiful victorian architecture, little eateries, and countless antique stores. We only had the chance to go to one after sitting on the beach, but.... my god... lerdy... little, sweet baby hay-sue, i must say............... i thought that i LURVED salvation army stores...... jeez oh petes, but this store full of antiques mades me so excited, i can't even type dsfksdjflksjoI!!!!!. where we went wasn't even full of pickovers. it was so good, that i could have spent hours in that place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got two vintage "hawaiian busts, 28 dollars for the pair"(that was handwritten on the folded price card) and two vintage magazines. one on guns and ammo (not that i have a thing for guns, but i loved the craziness of this publication, and another one on beauty. the captions in the beauty magazine are so scanworthy, that i promise to put them up at some point this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/RlujrZSvZ2I/AAAAAAAAAK0/Lvng890lkBY/s1600-h/IMG_2242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/RlujrZSvZ2I/AAAAAAAAAK0/Lvng890lkBY/s400/IMG_2242.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069825771454818146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this white paper bag, chock-full of typographical goodness came from a lot of around 500. they were a dollar each. i got one for miss steile, janakins, ladykave, and one for myself. appropriate for placement above a young womans stove, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be back there again for sure. but i fear that cape may just opened another door to a delayed antiques/kitchy fetish that has always been buried deeply within. on the way back, LWJ and fuller agreed that we'd make this an annual trip, but in all honestly, i know i won't be able to make it that long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8248228400431873655-108539652435272611?l=elliettedevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliettedevine.blogspot.com/feeds/108539652435272611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8248228400431873655&amp;postID=108539652435272611' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248228400431873655/posts/default/108539652435272611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248228400431873655/posts/default/108539652435272611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliettedevine.blogspot.com/2007/05/meet-bobby-lulu.html' title='meet, Bobby &amp; Lulu'/><author><name>Elliette Devine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15672244781747729349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/RlujsZSvZ3I/AAAAAAAAAK8/ojyQtDoX80k/s72-c/IMG_2238.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248228400431873655.post-3536103822493750511</id><published>2007-05-22T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T09:30:15.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hard Cor</title><content type='html'>i thought that this series of pictures related to one another. i still make all of these faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/RlMaBJSvZzI/AAAAAAAAAKc/CjsKxsI1mX0/s1600-h/hard2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/RlMaBJSvZzI/AAAAAAAAAKc/CjsKxsI1mX0/s400/hard2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067422612698654514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as you can see, i've been hard cor since my early days. i had my posse of girls, and we'd rollerskate in my basement. and that's right... it's yet another one of my dad's photo shoots where he captured us in the middle of a basement skating session (my dad is a photographer, if ya haven't figured that out by now!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. here is me and john rogers. he's in jail now, but he was my crush all the way from kindercare up until we got to about 5 grade i think. he always treated me like crap, and i would even take a wild guess and say that i probably *asked* if i could sit next to him during whatever school performance we were attending. the look on my face here is classic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/RlMaPZSvZ0I/AAAAAAAAAKk/MPCRoDl-XdA/s1600-h/hard3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/RlMaPZSvZ0I/AAAAAAAAAKk/MPCRoDl-XdA/s400/hard3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067422857511790402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then you have me here at safety town. i looked PISSED. safety town is where they teach you the rules of the road on big wheels. that was a lot of fun. red light stop green light go. pedestrians, etc. but they were probably trying to explain something to us here, and i wasnt trying to hear it, which is why i looked so Hard Cor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/RlMaYpSvZ1I/AAAAAAAAAKs/NkDW4uTcW80/s1600-h/hard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/RlMaYpSvZ1I/AAAAAAAAAKs/NkDW4uTcW80/s400/hard.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067423016425580370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8248228400431873655-3536103822493750511?l=elliettedevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliettedevine.blogspot.com/feeds/3536103822493750511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8248228400431873655&amp;postID=3536103822493750511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248228400431873655/posts/default/3536103822493750511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248228400431873655/posts/default/3536103822493750511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliettedevine.blogspot.com/2007/05/hard-cor.html' title='Hard Cor'/><author><name>Elliette Devine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15672244781747729349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/RlMaBJSvZzI/AAAAAAAAAKc/CjsKxsI1mX0/s72-c/hard2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248228400431873655.post-5765363507429505222</id><published>2007-05-19T23:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T00:06:34.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yellow</title><content type='html'>Got a phone call around 7 this evening asking if I could look after my (almost) 5 year old cousin. I have to admit, that I wasn't exactly thrilled, because I was just in a weird mood, and didn't feel like socializing, or leaving my house--and I certainly wasn't in the mood to smile a lot tonight. That all changed though, once her parents said that she could spend the evening with me in my apartment while they went to see a flick. It all became okay when that meant I wouldnt have to change out of my pajamas and go outside in the cold rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in my own world, and realized upon hearing my buzzer that I didn't have any form of entertainment for a 5 year old. By the time my cousin got here, it was around 9, so I was lucky that I didn't have to figure out an entire days worth of fun, and I quickly came up with a plan! Painting! (notice the non-kid proof acrylic paint, that totally ruined her blue pants at the end of the night, by the way... I was a good older cousin in that I gave her my ugly pink tshirt to wear as a smock, but didn't take her pants in to consideration)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/Rk_v9JSvZwI/AAAAAAAAAKE/vZIFxMeQ59c/s1600-h/IMG_2178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/Rk_v9JSvZwI/AAAAAAAAAKE/vZIFxMeQ59c/s400/IMG_2178.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066531939560679170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my little cousin, and was there the day she was born. I used to live in the same block as her family until I moved a 5 minute bike ride up to Dark Slope, but it seriously just isn't the same now, not having them a 2 second walk around the corner anymore. Her and Pozzo are the same age, but they hate one another. Whenever she comes over, Pozzo (literally) has a hissy fit, and K stays as far away from him as possible. But when K's mom comes over and Pozzo hisses and hollers, it's hilarious because she hisses right back at him and sets Pozzo in his place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She got dropped off tonight at my apartment with a yellow spongebob backback (with balloons and some toys), a pink Dora backpack (with her pajayays), and some very good conversation. We talked about her upcoming birthday party, and how it will be in Prospect Park with a chocolate Snow-white cake. She's going to have two of these. Her father will barbeque for all of her friends... and then when we were having pillow talk, she told me how God was Jesus' cousin or something weird... but I think that she only said that because WE'RE cousins, and she was fading fast. I don't know where the whole God convo came from in the first place, so random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, her favorite color is yellow. And painting with her made me realize just how...well, jaded I am now. Look at her painting, and then look at mine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K's:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/Rk_xBpSvZxI/AAAAAAAAAKM/CakWRxmOAYY/s1600-h/IMG_2179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/Rk_xBpSvZxI/AAAAAAAAAKM/CakWRxmOAYY/s400/IMG_2179.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066533116381718290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/Rk_xT5SvZyI/AAAAAAAAAKU/rRvjTgOuCn0/s1600-h/IMG_2181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/Rk_xT5SvZyI/AAAAAAAAAKU/rRvjTgOuCn0/s400/IMG_2181.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066533429914330914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i was creating this, i wasn't paying any attention really. i was explaining the concept of collage to K, and was just kinda tearing out things that got my attention from last weeks newspaper ads. well, after taking photos of this, i don't think it's too hard to see where my mind is... money, wang (that's what the brown thing in the middle looks like to me!), and a new pair of specs, and some flowers. i don't know what the racoon thing in the corner means, or the asian girl looking down, or why on earth i chose suzy orman to put on my canvas, when she is really annoying to me... but this little painting of mine tells a lot about what's on my mind these days methinks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8248228400431873655-5765363507429505222?l=elliettedevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliettedevine.blogspot.com/feeds/5765363507429505222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8248228400431873655&amp;postID=5765363507429505222' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248228400431873655/posts/default/5765363507429505222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248228400431873655/posts/default/5765363507429505222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliettedevine.blogspot.com/2007/05/yellow.html' title='Yellow'/><author><name>Elliette Devine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15672244781747729349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/Rk_v9JSvZwI/AAAAAAAAAKE/vZIFxMeQ59c/s72-c/IMG_2178.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248228400431873655.post-7569662612120093386</id><published>2007-05-18T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T23:21:55.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pozzo, the cat.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/Rk55upSvZvI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/nEPWxhZJepU/s1600-h/pazzomoment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/Rk55upSvZvI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/nEPWxhZJepU/s400/pazzomoment.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066120473103787762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you that have never met Pozzo in person, here is a picture of him. This is him in the moment... i couldnt have captured a better picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sleeps like that. Gut sprawled to the side... knocked out. He never curls up like a "normal" cat... i just looked over and there he was, as usual, taking up residence on (his) the couch. If I ever want him to move, he get pissed and meows at me, and the end result is me pushing him off of the couch (or whatever soft surface he's belly up on), and him walking away mad with squinted eyes and a switching tail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been home much lately. Clearly my hard work, and overpriced new york city rent goes to this precious catten, mister pazzo... and he proves this to me by sprawling out all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, not a typo...I either type his name Pozzo or Pazzo. His name came from the crazy character in Waiting for Gidot, which in the manuscript is written as Pozzo... but I just spell it with an A sometimes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8248228400431873655-7569662612120093386?l=elliettedevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliettedevine.blogspot.com/feeds/7569662612120093386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8248228400431873655&amp;postID=7569662612120093386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248228400431873655/posts/default/7569662612120093386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248228400431873655/posts/default/7569662612120093386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliettedevine.blogspot.com/2007/05/pozzo-cat.html' title='Pozzo, the cat.'/><author><name>Elliette Devine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15672244781747729349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/Rk55upSvZvI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/nEPWxhZJepU/s72-c/pazzomoment.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248228400431873655.post-41427809654514940</id><published>2007-05-18T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T20:20:39.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a friday night for elliette devine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/Rk5su5SvZuI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/H81xu4yJURk/s1600-h/mopping_woman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/Rk5su5SvZuI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/H81xu4yJURk/s400/mopping_woman.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066106183747593954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spent the night doing this. i am so cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*was too lazy to photoshop in my face on top of the smiling ladies face. but just imagine me smiling, and that was me. oh, and my floors are wood, not checkered.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8248228400431873655-41427809654514940?l=elliettedevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliettedevine.blogspot.com/feeds/41427809654514940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8248228400431873655&amp;postID=41427809654514940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248228400431873655/posts/default/41427809654514940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248228400431873655/posts/default/41427809654514940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliettedevine.blogspot.com/2007/05/friday-night-for-elliette-devine.html' title='a friday night for elliette devine'/><author><name>Elliette Devine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15672244781747729349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/Rk5su5SvZuI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/H81xu4yJURk/s72-c/mopping_woman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248228400431873655.post-4850260962631098416</id><published>2007-05-14T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T11:06:42.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alright, back to the good stuff.</title><content type='html'>Here are two pictures from my black jon-benet series. Told you there were plenty more where the last one came from. I had to dance. With that bear. That's why there was a bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo shoot:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/Rkik4Kyz6CI/AAAAAAAAAJc/__4l_f4-Veg/s1600-h/creepy2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/Rkik4Kyz6CI/AAAAAAAAAJc/__4l_f4-Veg/s400/creepy2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064479065855223842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In action:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/Rkik9qyz6DI/AAAAAAAAAJk/xLt807DBEXI/s1600-h/creep2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/Rkik9qyz6DI/AAAAAAAAAJk/xLt807DBEXI/s400/creep2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064479160344504370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is a "where's waldo pic of sorts". I remember, I really did set up my bed that way numerous times when I couldn't pick just one animal to sleep with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/RkilEqyz6EI/AAAAAAAAAJs/dIQssyLtKV0/s1600-h/toys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/RkilEqyz6EI/AAAAAAAAAJs/dIQssyLtKV0/s400/toys.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064479280603588674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8248228400431873655-4850260962631098416?l=elliettedevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliettedevine.blogspot.com/feeds/4850260962631098416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8248228400431873655&amp;postID=4850260962631098416' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248228400431873655/posts/default/4850260962631098416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248228400431873655/posts/default/4850260962631098416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliettedevine.blogspot.com/2007/05/alright-back-to-good-stuff.html' title='Alright, back to the good stuff.'/><author><name>Elliette Devine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15672244781747729349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/Rkik4Kyz6CI/AAAAAAAAAJc/__4l_f4-Veg/s72-c/creepy2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248228400431873655.post-4411893070773618524</id><published>2007-05-13T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T20:47:12.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Bad!</title><content type='html'>Quick post. I am quite pleased with the first round of listings. I sold 6 out of 11 items. New listings are up now, and I look foward to seeing how those go. My 13 fliers also got attention! One of my &lt;a href="http://99sense.blogspot.com/"&gt;favorite bloggers&lt;/a&gt; saw my flier on the way to the subway,and my lovely neighbor reebs also was excited to see one on her way home. Talked to my cousin this evening, and she said that she saw a sign that had more than half of the little tags ripped off on her side of town, so I definitely think that the fliers are a good idea!! I hung those up after it was raining out, so they must have looked nice and fresh this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough about the store. Look for a good kid picture tomorrow. It's about time I posted one of those, isn't it...? I'm slippin!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8248228400431873655-4411893070773618524?l=elliettedevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliettedevine.blogspot.com/feeds/4411893070773618524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8248228400431873655&amp;postID=4411893070773618524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248228400431873655/posts/default/4411893070773618524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248228400431873655/posts/default/4411893070773618524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliettedevine.blogspot.com/2007/05/not-bad.html' title='Not Bad!'/><author><name>Elliette Devine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15672244781747729349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248228400431873655.post-3108841247654156466</id><published>2007-05-11T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T21:53:25.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh boy, oh boy! what is going to happen?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/RkVGFayz6BI/AAAAAAAAAJU/3bMh2hw0uKg/s1600-h/IMG_2139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/RkVGFayz6BI/AAAAAAAAAJU/3bMh2hw0uKg/s400/IMG_2139.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063530414953719826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey everybody! i am taking a break from the work i'm doing for next weeks listings. i realized i've not blogged all week. it's been purtee busy for me lately. in real, and virtual vintage store life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywhoo, okay... so... my first round of bids end on sunday right after the sopranos (that was my brothers idea). here is a sneak peek of my little "sellers dashboard" of sorts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/RkVEnayz6AI/AAAAAAAAAJM/JFY5B1v_QsQ/s1600-h/Picture+16.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/RkVEnayz6AI/AAAAAAAAAJM/JFY5B1v_QsQ/s400/Picture+16.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063528800046016514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't have many bids yet, but i DO have some "watchers", so that makes me feel good. i've also had several people email me with questions (not sure if they are the "watchers" or not). i am crossing my fingers that there will be virtual cat fighting going on behind the scenes come bids end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exactly 13 fliers were made that i'm going to hang around my hood, and fort greene tomorrow. i'm taking blue betty out for a spin, and plan on plastering light poles with glittermini spam along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm excited!! i want to know what my bids will bring on sunday! what will sell, what will not? will it all be worth it??? only time will tell!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. i totally ruffled the little tabs on the bottoms of all of those fliers so that people would be tempted to just rip one off! tee hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.s before you send me an email, yep, i know. i effed up in putting "bids end on sunday 5/12" i've already crossed out and fixed that "12" to a 13" on the printouts..... oooops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.s.s if no one bids on that grey dress in the corner of the flier, i don't think i'd even mind. i love that dress, and it will just be my gift to me. as of now, no bids on it, and no watchers. so that might have to stay in my permanent collection.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8248228400431873655-3108841247654156466?l=elliettedevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliettedevine.blogspot.com/feeds/3108841247654156466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8248228400431873655&amp;postID=3108841247654156466' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248228400431873655/posts/default/3108841247654156466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248228400431873655/posts/default/3108841247654156466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliettedevine.blogspot.com/2007/05/oh-boy-oh-boy-what-is-going-to-happen.html' title='oh boy, oh boy! what is going to happen?!'/><author><name>Elliette Devine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15672244781747729349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/RkVGFayz6BI/AAAAAAAAAJU/3bMh2hw0uKg/s72-c/IMG_2139.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248228400431873655.post-4524204990839228307</id><published>2007-05-06T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T20:41:05.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>glittermini vintage has been launched</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/Rj6fn6yz5_I/AAAAAAAAAJE/Ch7aZpsubjU/s1600-h/Picture+14.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/Rj6fn6yz5_I/AAAAAAAAAJE/Ch7aZpsubjU/s400/Picture+14.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5061658539357104114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's right. i have 10(was supposed to have 11, but one is missing, and i have no clue why! i'll figure it out tomorrow) items listed. i'm very happy. place your bids my friends... get some new/old awesome threads! glittermini vintage has joined the world of ebay stores!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://stores.ebay.com/glittermini-vintage"&gt;GLITTERMINI LIVES HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://stores.ebay.com/glittermini-vintage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bid, my babies, bid!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8248228400431873655-4524204990839228307?l=elliettedevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliettedevine.blogspot.com/feeds/4524204990839228307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8248228400431873655&amp;postID=4524204990839228307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248228400431873655/posts/default/4524204990839228307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248228400431873655/posts/default/4524204990839228307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliettedevine.blogspot.com/2007/05/glittermini-vintage-has-been-launched.html' title='glittermini vintage has been launched'/><author><name>Elliette Devine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15672244781747729349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/Rj6fn6yz5_I/AAAAAAAAAJE/Ch7aZpsubjU/s72-c/Picture+14.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248228400431873655.post-1031763340314528529</id><published>2007-04-29T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T20:55:52.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sneak preview of glittermini vintage:part two</title><content type='html'>here is another sneak preview of glittermini vintage. check out my photos! they look just as good as the other stores that i will be up against. hell, they're even better! psssssh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this weekend was spent shooting around 30 or so articles of clothing on four of my beautiful friends over two days. i couldn't have done it without their help, and also the wonderful eye of miss de la rosa--another one of my very talented friends who is a photographer. without her, i wouldn't have had the idea to shoot my shoes upside down in cutesy poses for instance...and my camera wouldn't have been set correctly... and she even came with those big ole silver reflector plate things that gave everyone a little extra glow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is a collage i quickly put together of some of the shots. i am so happy with the outcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/RjVke6yz55I/AAAAAAAAAIU/aCpn_MgBZxk/s1600-h/glittermini+preview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/RjVke6yz55I/AAAAAAAAAIU/aCpn_MgBZxk/s400/glittermini+preview.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059060238761846674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am fortunate in that my apartment gets a ton of sunlight, and shooting clothes in natural light is pretty essential, so that my buyers will be able to see exactly what they will be getting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note, after the shoot, molly and i went to the cherry blossom festival (just like every other brooklynite, it seemed!) at the brooklyn botanical gardens. here are a few pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/RjVmZ6yz57I/AAAAAAAAAIk/0ud4KrUINq4/s1600-h/IMG_1860.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/RjVmZ6yz57I/AAAAAAAAAIk/0ud4KrUINq4/s400/IMG_1860.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059062351885756338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/RjVnIKyz58I/AAAAAAAAAIs/rl2-V_MvOK8/s1600-h/IMG_1866.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/RjVnIKyz58I/AAAAAAAAAIs/rl2-V_MvOK8/s400/IMG_1866.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059063146454706114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/RjVnIayz59I/AAAAAAAAAI0/SQ-k1bAQHq0/s1600-h/IMG_1867.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/RjVnIayz59I/AAAAAAAAAI0/SQ-k1bAQHq0/s400/IMG_1867.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059063150749673426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/RjVnI6yz5-I/AAAAAAAAAI8/vBiIMz40-C0/s1600-h/IMG_1872.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/RjVnI6yz5-I/AAAAAAAAAI8/vBiIMz40-C0/s400/IMG_1872.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059063159339608034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a great weekend. i haven't had such a productive weekend in ages...it sure does feel good to accomplish something...i've got to get to sleep though, because i'm pooped, and when i think about how much photo editing that's ahead of me in the upcoming days, i get dizzy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was hoping to have my first listings up by this wednesday, but that depends on how busy my week will be at my *real* job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. this little japanese sculpture pup had coins all around him, and he's supposed to bring me good luck. he was one of two sculptures outside one of the japanese shrines. i was snuggling up to him really hard to ask him to send good vibes my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/RjVl16yz56I/AAAAAAAAAIc/aO2M1kNGsdw/s1600-h/IMG_1880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/RjVl16yz56I/AAAAAAAAAIc/aO2M1kNGsdw/s400/IMG_1880.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059061733410465698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8248228400431873655-1031763340314528529?l=elliettedevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliettedevine.blogspot.com/feeds/1031763340314528529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8248228400431873655&amp;postID=1031763340314528529' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248228400431873655/posts/default/1031763340314528529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248228400431873655/posts/default/1031763340314528529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliettedevine.blogspot.com/2007/04/sneak-preview-of-glittermini.html' title='sneak preview of glittermini vintage:part two'/><author><name>Elliette Devine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15672244781747729349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/RjVke6yz55I/AAAAAAAAAIU/aCpn_MgBZxk/s72-c/glittermini+preview.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248228400431873655.post-5821139541911874560</id><published>2007-04-27T09:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T09:48:19.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>these pics beat the clown pic</title><content type='html'>i find this little series of pictures more disturbing than the clown. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. so i had my birthday parties like every other midwestern girl at Chuck E. Cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have no clue how chuck e cheese is now, haven't been in there since i was a kid, but i can't imagine that this day in age, chuck e. is still robotic and whatnot. has he gone digital? do kids just go there and watch him on a screen and play video games, rather than play and catch one another germs in the plastic balls?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i present to you my friends... 3 snap shots of one of my birthday parties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first: the band&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/RjIoLayz52I/AAAAAAAAAH8/gD_F67Gmxik/s1600-h/chuckE1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/RjIoLayz52I/AAAAAAAAAH8/gD_F67Gmxik/s400/chuckE1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058149508126599010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chuck e's groupies... he came to say hi(thats my forehead in the corner btw, with the birthday cone hat):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/RjIoVKyz53I/AAAAAAAAAIE/OV8eXq2U0dY/s1600-h/ChuckE2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/RjIoVKyz53I/AAAAAAAAAIE/OV8eXq2U0dY/s400/ChuckE2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058149675630323570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then there is this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/RjIoh6yz54I/AAAAAAAAAIM/Fv56aiOihi0/s1600-h/ChuckE3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/RjIoh6yz54I/AAAAAAAAAIM/Fv56aiOihi0/s400/ChuckE3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058149894673655682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT THE EFF is going on here? that's right. That's me. Bent over, getting what appears to be a birthday spanking from Mr.Chuck himself. I must have been a naughty girl that year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told you that there were more disturbing childhood pics from where the others came from! But this birthday party series certainly takes the cake for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8248228400431873655-5821139541911874560?l=elliettedevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliettedevine.blogspot.com/feeds/5821139541911874560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8248228400431873655&amp;postID=5821139541911874560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248228400431873655/posts/default/5821139541911874560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248228400431873655/posts/default/5821139541911874560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliettedevine.blogspot.com/2007/04/these-pics-beat-clown-pic.html' title='these pics beat the clown pic'/><author><name>Elliette Devine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15672244781747729349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/RjIoLayz52I/AAAAAAAAAH8/gD_F67Gmxik/s72-c/chuckE1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248228400431873655.post-2742882437893905731</id><published>2007-04-24T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T11:22:42.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>glittermini vintage is coming, i promise!!</title><content type='html'>MY GOAL:&lt;br /&gt;to have my very first listings up a week from today. first round of bids will end on the following sunday evening (experts say around 10pm is best... i will make mine 1030, because i know I watch the sopranos on Sunday)...i'm not getting my hopes up to rack in a ton of dough, but at least some of the clothes will be up!! and i would have started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i lay in bed at night and can't fall asleep. even those darn sleeping pills don't keep the anxiety away for the first 20mins upon putting my head on my pillow, and i just can't stop thinking about how much i just want the listings up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but... it will happen...soon. my *shoots* are happening on saturday morning, and sunday afternoon. and that's been the only hold up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then it's just a matter of uploading, and getting some technical assistance from D and there ya go... it has been lauched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now, i am also working on little logos and such, and the overall *glittermini* brand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found these cool images i am thinking about working with, as a starting point. and am playing around with different color palettes, and nailing down the typographical side of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/Ri5JXiV5RSI/AAAAAAAAAH0/YBrtEH-v-NU/s1600-h/wp-rH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/Ri5JXiV5RSI/AAAAAAAAAH0/YBrtEH-v-NU/s400/wp-rH.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057060100288103714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check back soon!!! and keep your fingers crossed for me that i can get this thing up and going!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8248228400431873655-2742882437893905731?l=elliettedevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliettedevine.blogspot.com/feeds/2742882437893905731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8248228400431873655&amp;postID=2742882437893905731' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248228400431873655/posts/default/2742882437893905731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248228400431873655/posts/default/2742882437893905731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliettedevine.blogspot.com/2007/04/glittermini-vintage-is-coming-i-promise.html' title='glittermini vintage is coming, i promise!!'/><author><name>Elliette Devine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15672244781747729349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/Ri5JXiV5RSI/AAAAAAAAAH0/YBrtEH-v-NU/s72-c/wp-rH.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248228400431873655.post-7536259131716830762</id><published>2007-04-20T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T11:43:25.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my house</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/RikJuSV5RRI/AAAAAAAAAHs/joxy6f3Ko7Q/s1600-h/house.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/RikJuSV5RRI/AAAAAAAAAHs/joxy6f3Ko7Q/s400/house.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055582747502396690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damien just told me that a bee is flying around his apt, and that just made me think of this picture of my dad. When I was around 7 or so, my dad built me a house. Thats him building it in the garage, and then it moved to the backyard. It had a screen door and everything, and I would have my friends over and we'd enjoy one anothers company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, one day, the thing got overun by bees and hornets. So I stopped playing in it, because no matter how much my dad sprayed, they just wouldn't go away.:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved that house though. And my dad kicks ass, because he made that thing from scratch for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8248228400431873655-7536259131716830762?l=elliettedevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliettedevine.blogspot.com/feeds/7536259131716830762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8248228400431873655&amp;postID=7536259131716830762' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248228400431873655/posts/default/7536259131716830762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248228400431873655/posts/default/7536259131716830762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliettedevine.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-house.html' title='my house'/><author><name>Elliette Devine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15672244781747729349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/RikJuSV5RRI/AAAAAAAAAHs/joxy6f3Ko7Q/s72-c/house.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248228400431873655.post-9191605533849445657</id><published>2007-04-18T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T11:26:06.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun at the house!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/RiZisI-qm_I/AAAAAAAAAHk/h75lAelRNgw/s1600-h/sleepover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/RiZisI-qm_I/AAAAAAAAAHk/h75lAelRNgw/s400/sleepover.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054836142234049522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleepover... that's me in the blue in the corner suckin on a sucker (in the midwest, we call them "suckers" not "lollipops"). i miss my old basement too. it was so colorful and ultra 80s looking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i wish i could still do this, but i fear my body isn't this flexible anymore. i should go home and try it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/RiZgvI-qm9I/AAAAAAAAAHU/grj7ox0S3HQ/s1600-h/arch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/RiZgvI-qm9I/AAAAAAAAAHU/grj7ox0S3HQ/s400/arch.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054833994750401490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8248228400431873655-9191605533849445657?l=elliettedevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliettedevine.blogspot.com/feeds/9191605533849445657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8248228400431873655&amp;postID=9191605533849445657' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248228400431873655/posts/default/9191605533849445657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248228400431873655/posts/default/9191605533849445657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliettedevine.blogspot.com/2007/04/fun-at-house.html' title='Fun at the house!'/><author><name>Elliette Devine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15672244781747729349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/RiZisI-qm_I/AAAAAAAAAHk/h75lAelRNgw/s72-c/sleepover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248228400431873655.post-1977336368062645795</id><published>2007-04-16T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T21:38:20.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>byebye tights:(</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/RiRO60JC7cI/AAAAAAAAAHM/uDPNvMTZR6c/s1600-h/byebyetights.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/RiRO60JC7cI/AAAAAAAAAHM/uDPNvMTZR6c/s400/byebyetights.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054251454152502722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my most favoritist tights died today. started with a hole in the big toe that became so  unbearable, i had to take off my boot and rip the toe of the tights in the middle of the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i will just make them in to leggings of some sort. i can't throw them away yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lesson learned: when you buy something cute at H&amp;M like cute polka dot tights, buy like 5 pairs of them, because they never last.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8248228400431873655-1977336368062645795?l=elliettedevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliettedevine.blogspot.com/feeds/1977336368062645795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8248228400431873655&amp;postID=1977336368062645795' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248228400431873655/posts/default/1977336368062645795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248228400431873655/posts/default/1977336368062645795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliettedevine.blogspot.com/2007/04/byebye-tights.html' title='byebye tights:('/><author><name>Elliette Devine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15672244781747729349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/RiRO60JC7cI/AAAAAAAAAHM/uDPNvMTZR6c/s72-c/byebyetights.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248228400431873655.post-7820645732661410113</id><published>2007-04-15T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T14:00:27.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Noreaster Sundays are for finishing things</title><content type='html'>I have been very productive today. Every New Yorker needs a day that is declared a "stay in doors if you can" day by our local weather men. Well, it's not even 5pm, and I've accomplished a lot of chores today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I woke up and did the dishes and cleaned my nasty apartment. Then I washed my hair, and then I finished my skirt!!! It's all done, and came out a lot better than I expected. The zipper is perfect too, the hem sucks, but that's okay. Gives it character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/RiKSCEJC7bI/AAAAAAAAAHE/eyzeusAK11o/s1600-h/Photo+104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/RiKSCEJC7bI/AAAAAAAAAHE/eyzeusAK11o/s400/Photo+104.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053762296032193970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm going to take all of those clothes and measure them... before I can launch my store, i have to measure each and every thing, not to mention look closely for anything that i might have to alert the buyer to... ("tiny hole here", "small stain here where you can't even see it unless i told you it was there, but had to", etc... all that stuff that comes with buying vintage)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that is what I will spend the rest of my afternoon doing.&lt;br /&gt;OH, and then I'm going to make these &lt;a href="http://www.epicurious.com/recipes/recipe_views/views/55"&gt;porkchops&lt;/a&gt; for dinner mmmmmmmmmmmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8248228400431873655-7820645732661410113?l=elliettedevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliettedevine.blogspot.com/feeds/7820645732661410113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8248228400431873655&amp;postID=7820645732661410113' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248228400431873655/posts/default/7820645732661410113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248228400431873655/posts/default/7820645732661410113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliettedevine.blogspot.com/2007/04/noreaster-sundays-are-for-finishing.html' title='Noreaster Sundays are for finishing things'/><author><name>Elliette Devine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15672244781747729349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/RiKSCEJC7bI/AAAAAAAAAHE/eyzeusAK11o/s72-c/Photo+104.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248228400431873655.post-9184392255812812602</id><published>2007-04-14T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T18:41:35.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OOO it's the little things in life...</title><content type='html'>the highlight of my day was when i was laying on the couch this morning, and then all of a sudden realized that i had been hearing an old school bell ringing outside of my window....i'm sure i'd been hearing it for like 10 mins until it finally registered.... "OMG, that's a bell *peeks out of window*....OMG, that's the bell that &lt;a href="http://violettecrumble.blogspot.com"&gt;Violette&lt;/a&gt; said I'd hear when the knife sharpener guys drive around"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was in house-only shorts and a tank top, had just rolled out of bed not even an hour before, but i got so excited.. threw on my jeans, flip flops a jacket and a scarf to cover up the stained wife beater i had on... but where were my scissors?!?!? i found them after around 2 mins, shuffling through the chaotic state of my apt, and then found the dull scissors under last weeks paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ran (slowly) down the stairs and said *waaait! you guys really exist! my friend told me about you! can you really sharpen my sewing scissors?!" i asked, realizing how silly i'd sounded after i peeked in his truck and saw the crazy sharpening machines inside. "yep, four dollars". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then my neighbor from upstairs came out with some chisels (he's a carpenter), then two more guys from the building across the street,  and then from the window i hear my other neighbor who i have the biggest girlie crush on, call my name from her window, asking what i was up to over there at the knife truck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was one of those beautiful brooklyn afternoons. and so surreal to see everyone emerge from their apts with knifes and tools in their hands, half scattered hadnt-showered-today looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when Violette told me about this when we had our sewing day, i totally didn't believe this guy actually existed. it just sounds so funny to be told "no really.. you know, the knife guy! he just rides around in a little truck and parks ringing a bell and will sharpen anything you need sharpened if you catch him outside"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next time i will have him sharpen my kitchen knife set!! :-D he said they'd be back in around a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this pic looks like the knife truck i saw, except mine was green!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/RiGnRUJC7aI/AAAAAAAAAG8/Co9kcbis9Fk/s1600-h/delre+-+pdberger.com-tn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/RiGnRUJC7aI/AAAAAAAAAG8/Co9kcbis9Fk/s400/delre+-+pdberger.com-tn.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053504172792671650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8248228400431873655-9184392255812812602?l=elliettedevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliettedevine.blogspot.com/feeds/9184392255812812602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8248228400431873655&amp;postID=9184392255812812602' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248228400431873655/posts/default/9184392255812812602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248228400431873655/posts/default/9184392255812812602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliettedevine.blogspot.com/2007/04/height-of-my-day.html' title='OOO it&apos;s the little things in life...'/><author><name>Elliette Devine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15672244781747729349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/RiGnRUJC7aI/AAAAAAAAAG8/Co9kcbis9Fk/s72-c/delre+-+pdberger.com-tn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248228400431873655.post-6926597935667092882</id><published>2007-04-12T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T21:57:56.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A sneak preview of Glittermini Vintage</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/Rh8M-UJC7XI/AAAAAAAAAGk/CKRCVUucFdY/s1600-h/IMG_1531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/Rh8M-UJC7XI/AAAAAAAAAGk/CKRCVUucFdY/s400/IMG_1531.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052771571631058290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/Rh8NAEJC7YI/AAAAAAAAAGs/KHrsA_aHyWk/s1600-h/IMG_1528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/Rh8NAEJC7YI/AAAAAAAAAGs/KHrsA_aHyWk/s400/IMG_1528.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052771601695829378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/Rh8NB0JC7ZI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Aj2V2F-2qiA/s1600-h/IMG_1516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/Rh8NB0JC7ZI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Aj2V2F-2qiA/s400/IMG_1516.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052771631760600466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/Rh8MmUJC7VI/AAAAAAAAAGU/cvBMcO6nx7A/s1600-h/IMG_1502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/Rh8MmUJC7VI/AAAAAAAAAGU/cvBMcO6nx7A/s400/IMG_1502.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052771159314197842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/Rh8MoEJC7WI/AAAAAAAAAGc/vUptvnyWXug/s1600-h/blue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/Rh8MoEJC7WI/AAAAAAAAAGc/vUptvnyWXug/s400/blue.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052771189378968930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work, i went over to &lt;a href="http://aaronleefineman.com/"&gt;Mr.&lt;/a&gt; &amp; &lt;a href="http://www.nicolefineman.com/"&gt;Mrs.&lt;/a&gt; Finemans apt for a yummy dinner and had my first attempt at shooting the clothes that will go on my ebay store. I still have a lot of figuring out to do, and have to figure out the right time of day (since I don't have a studio or anything...right space, etc. I've looked at several other stores for reference, and have always liked the ones where the models are taken in a lived in space--something about it seems more fun and natural. So, I definitely want it to have the same feel, but just have to figure out the lighting situation and need to do it at a time where my subjects and I aren't working off of full bellies, and fighting off the tiredness that hit us come midnight after we all had very long days at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhoo, here is a sneak peek of some of the pics and clothes. But this is only like 4 out of the 25+ clothes I have to shoot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is proving to be quite the undertaking. I think that it will also be a lot easier when I get my own tripod. But, I know itll all come together eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The middle picture is of the stripped shirt that got to keep. Ain't she cute? She said she'd give me 12 bux for it... but I just wouldn't have felt right taking her money, especially since I paid no where near 12bux for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's also going to be so hard to ask my friends to model these things, because I want to give them all of my finds, but I have to stay focused and remember that they're for the store!! So I will have to repay them in brunches, beer, hugs, and kisses, and many thank you's:)Because if I give them all away, then I won't have any inventory!!!  My dressform will also come in handy, but it's also good to have an actual model with the clothes on so that the buyer can see how it hands on a human. I know I tend to buy the stuff that I see, and just try to judge how it will fit me based on how it fits another human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. i think that the most successful is the picture of the blue dress (the shot on the left), its clear, and very color accurate. We used Aarons camera for that, and shot it in their elevator that was made of stainless steel... but that's the quality that i am aiming for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8248228400431873655-6926597935667092882?l=elliettedevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliettedevine.blogspot.com/feeds/6926597935667092882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8248228400431873655&amp;postID=6926597935667092882' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248228400431873655/posts/default/6926597935667092882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248228400431873655/posts/default/6926597935667092882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliettedevine.blogspot.com/2007/04/sneak-preview-of-glittermini-vintage.html' title='A sneak preview of Glittermini Vintage'/><author><name>Elliette Devine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15672244781747729349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/Rh8M-UJC7XI/AAAAAAAAAGk/CKRCVUucFdY/s72-c/IMG_1531.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248228400431873655.post-710151199996532928</id><published>2007-04-12T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T14:38:20.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>me, mom, and (dead) mark</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/Rh6kPEJC7UI/AAAAAAAAAGM/DCRKtmdEc8g/s1600-h/mommemark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/Rh6kPEJC7UI/AAAAAAAAAGM/DCRKtmdEc8g/s400/mommemark.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052656410672950594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i probably fell off of my mothers lap 2 seconds after this picture was taken, as my mom was just chatting it up with one of her friends on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywhoo--that's me, and my mom, and (dead) mark. i grew up with siamese cats. mark died when i was like 10, and my other cats name was simon. but he's a dead cat now too. and he died when i was in college.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8248228400431873655-710151199996532928?l=elliettedevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliettedevine.blogspot.com/feeds/710151199996532928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8248228400431873655&amp;postID=710151199996532928' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248228400431873655/posts/default/710151199996532928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248228400431873655/posts/default/710151199996532928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliettedevine.blogspot.com/2007/04/me-mom-and-dead-mark.html' title='me, mom, and (dead) mark'/><author><name>Elliette Devine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15672244781747729349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/Rh6kPEJC7UI/AAAAAAAAAGM/DCRKtmdEc8g/s72-c/mommemark.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248228400431873655.post-6640585538880174478</id><published>2007-04-11T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T06:21:25.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>an evening out is better than no evening at all</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/Rh4wlUJC7TI/AAAAAAAAAGE/ef5sa0j_vRE/s1600-h/Picture+7.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/Rh4wlUJC7TI/AAAAAAAAAGE/ef5sa0j_vRE/s400/Picture+7.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052529249576217906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's what my mother would have said if i called and told her about this tonight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for those of you wondering how that craigslist date went. this IM conversation is all i'm gonna say about it........and i'd also like to add, if youre a guy, dont tell a girl on the first meeting that you were "un-dateable" for the past 2 years, and that everyone who was around you thought that you were bitter, and mean, and you still don't see how that girl stuck around for as long as she did putting up with your behavior... that's so not flattering, and just makes me want to run far far away from you. because if you admit to having a dark side on the first date, i'm almost positive that you will always have a dark side, and i'm not going to want to stick around to see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had good conversation outside of that, and i really liked his sense of humor. he was nicely put together and had very nice teeth. it's always cool meeting new people...and it's better than sitting in my apartment on a chilly night with pazzo watching law and order re runs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;it's spring... i'm lonely! (there, i said it!)...maybe one day my prince will come, but i know it won't be from the list that craig updates daily!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8248228400431873655-6640585538880174478?l=elliettedevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliettedevine.blogspot.com/feeds/6640585538880174478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8248228400431873655&amp;postID=6640585538880174478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248228400431873655/posts/default/6640585538880174478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248228400431873655/posts/default/6640585538880174478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliettedevine.blogspot.com/2007/04/oh-and-that-cl-date-that-i-went-on.html' title='an evening out is better than no evening at all'/><author><name>Elliette Devine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15672244781747729349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/Rh4wlUJC7TI/AAAAAAAAAGE/ef5sa0j_vRE/s72-c/Picture+7.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248228400431873655.post-1121099741250871615</id><published>2007-04-11T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T20:42:16.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugh! Stupid camera!</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow i promise that I will post pictures of my lovely vintage finds. I was going to take a funny picture (that will be taken in the morning), of everything that I got for my ebay store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Change the Battery Pack" it tells me, upon powering it on........ well, it's charging now, and I will post the funny pic in the morning, with follow up pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Angelina, this post is for you...pix coming soon. promise!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8248228400431873655-1121099741250871615?l=elliettedevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliettedevine.blogspot.com/feeds/1121099741250871615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8248228400431873655&amp;postID=1121099741250871615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248228400431873655/posts/default/1121099741250871615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248228400431873655/posts/default/1121099741250871615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliettedevine.blogspot.com/2007/04/ugh-stupid-camera.html' title='Ugh! Stupid camera!'/><author><name>Elliette Devine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15672244781747729349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248228400431873655.post-6235034174245659300</id><published>2007-04-10T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T12:00:59.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blast from the Past</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/RhvewUJC7PI/AAAAAAAAAFk/2XROb8xTQJc/s1600-h/millivanilli.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/RhvewUJC7PI/AAAAAAAAAFk/2XROb8xTQJc/s400/millivanilli.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051876328647879922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember these two hotties? So much is wrong with this picture. So disturbing on so many levels. Which one is the dead one? I forgot.... well, it was hanging up half taped on the wall at work. Just a random picture. I guess someone printed it out for research purposes a while ago. haha but EW. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ew.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8248228400431873655-6235034174245659300?l=elliettedevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliettedevine.blogspot.com/feeds/6235034174245659300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8248228400431873655&amp;postID=6235034174245659300' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248228400431873655/posts/default/6235034174245659300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248228400431873655/posts/default/6235034174245659300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliettedevine.blogspot.com/2007/04/blast-from-past.html' title='Blast from the Past'/><author><name>Elliette Devine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15672244781747729349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/RhvewUJC7PI/AAAAAAAAAFk/2XROb8xTQJc/s72-c/millivanilli.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248228400431873655.post-816453101251197611</id><published>2007-04-09T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T07:28:29.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I always did have a thing for handbags</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/RhpNdGE6ANI/AAAAAAAAAFc/tmc09gzmn0w/s1600-h/meandbag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/RhpNdGE6ANI/AAAAAAAAAFc/tmc09gzmn0w/s400/meandbag.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051435094292168914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8248228400431873655-816453101251197611?l=elliettedevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliettedevine.blogspot.com/feeds/816453101251197611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8248228400431873655&amp;postID=816453101251197611' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248228400431873655/posts/default/816453101251197611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248228400431873655/posts/default/816453101251197611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliettedevine.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-always-did-have-thing-for-handbags.html' title='I always did have a thing for handbags'/><author><name>Elliette Devine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15672244781747729349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/RhpNdGE6ANI/AAAAAAAAAFc/tmc09gzmn0w/s72-c/meandbag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248228400431873655.post-1309516394878668900</id><published>2007-04-07T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T22:34:35.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Dreaming of a White Easter!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/Rhh9S2E6AMI/AAAAAAAAAFU/qr3IjLisOZU/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/Rhh9S2E6AMI/AAAAAAAAAFU/qr3IjLisOZU/s400/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050924744803221698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right. So. It's been blizzarding, and flurry-ing the entire time I've been here. My brother said that on his way up from the windy city, they had to pull over, because it was like driving in the middle of a snow globe, and they were fishtailing on the highway, which caused them to drive 15mph at times, making that usual 5hr drive a heck of a lot longer than it would have been in sunny conditions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My flight leaves tomorrow, but they don't lay salt here on the weekends (don't ask why, because i've never known the answer to this question. its not like it only snows in michigan monday-friday)... so it will be interesting to see whether or not my flight is delayed tomorrow night. Because, as of now, there isn't any movement, in or out from DTW...because of ice. ice. ice. ice. dammit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. please take note of the "feels like" column of the chart, because it really does feel like that outside. Why don't they just say that the *feels like* temperature is the REAL temperature? dummies!! dummies i tell you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8248228400431873655-1309516394878668900?l=elliettedevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliettedevine.blogspot.com/feeds/1309516394878668900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8248228400431873655&amp;postID=1309516394878668900' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248228400431873655/posts/default/1309516394878668900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248228400431873655/posts/default/1309516394878668900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliettedevine.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-dreaming-of-white-easter.html' title='I&apos;m Dreaming of a White Easter!'/><author><name>Elliette Devine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15672244781747729349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/Rhh9S2E6AMI/AAAAAAAAAFU/qr3IjLisOZU/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248228400431873655.post-136689411088335825</id><published>2007-04-05T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T20:40:02.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So many stores...So many aisles...So little time...So many miles....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/RhW-PWE6ALI/AAAAAAAAAFM/nLzQnQKRi_Y/s1600-h/Detroit-Wallpaper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/RhW-PWE6ALI/AAAAAAAAAFM/nLzQnQKRi_Y/s400/Detroit-Wallpaper.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050151727999353010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really tried to find pictures through google by typing in "vintage+fashion+detroit" but nothing good came up, so I found this super cheesy picure of the detroit skyline. Those fireworks are a representation of my excitement!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm home, in the lovely suburbs of the motor city, for a long holiday weekend with my family. And well, I'm also here for......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sha-sha-sha-sha-sHopooppPpPpPPpPping!!!!!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished doing some research and wrote up a list of vintage store's I'm going to hit up while I'm here (Mother Fletchers, Carries Closet, Showtime Clothing, Cinderellas Attic...just to name a few),on top of my usual 3 salvation army stores that I always go to. The only thing about being in the midwest of course, is that all of the stores that I want to go to, are on opposite corners of the city (usually 30+miles drive apart from one another)... the shops aren't in one specific area,and if they are, they're *boutiques*, and I can go to to an overpriced boutique any day of the week back in new york. I'm here until Sunday. I am going to wake up at the crack of dawn on saturday, and shop till I drop...somehow, i have to spend time with my family too! But I've got crazy amounts of thrifting to do, and very little time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhoo, I am going to bring my camera along with me and will try to snap some pics of the places that I go to. My camera is on it's last legs though... the battery sucks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ultimate goal is to find spring clothes/shoes/jewelry/etc in various sizes to start up my ebay store(again!. So I really plan on buying a ton of shiz, that's good enough to photograph, and stick up on ebay. Sort of like what this girl has here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://stores.ebay.com/the-le-robo-store_W0QQssPageNameZstrkQ3amefsQ3amesstQQtZkm"&gt;CLICK HERE TO SEE AN OVERPRICED EBAY STORE. AND NO, SHE ISN'T MY MOST FAVORITIST EBAY SELLER. NO WAY I'M REVEALING THAT SOURCE. THIS HERE IS JUST AN EXAMPLE OF WHAT I HOPE TO HAVE ONE DAY!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pizzle, from michigan!&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxox, &lt;br /&gt;elli.d&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8248228400431873655-136689411088335825?l=elliettedevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliettedevine.blogspot.com/feeds/136689411088335825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8248228400431873655&amp;postID=136689411088335825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248228400431873655/posts/default/136689411088335825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248228400431873655/posts/default/136689411088335825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliettedevine.blogspot.com/2007/04/so-many-storesso-many-aislesso-little.html' title='So many stores...So many aisles...So little time...So many miles....'/><author><name>Elliette Devine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15672244781747729349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/RhW-PWE6ALI/AAAAAAAAAFM/nLzQnQKRi_Y/s72-c/Detroit-Wallpaper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248228400431873655.post-77809748510309611</id><published>2007-04-04T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T11:00:39.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm in love with a stripper</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/RhPh0WE6AII/AAAAAAAAAEw/mCljO3Gyd2o/s1600-h/water+bottle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/RhPh0WE6AII/AAAAAAAAAEw/mCljO3Gyd2o/s400/water+bottle.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049627896608063618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/RhPh0mE6AJI/AAAAAAAAAE4/HFlbBRXP9Rk/s1600-h/card.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/RhPh0mE6AJI/AAAAAAAAAE4/HFlbBRXP9Rk/s400/card.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049627900903030930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I think that I officially love my job. I got invited by our photo dept. to a Bada-Bing type &lt;a href="http://www.sincityclub.com"&gt;strip joint&lt;/a&gt; after work waaaaay up in the Bronx. We went to scout out a location for an upcoming shoot. It was surreal, because it was very early in the evening, so there were a couple of girls walking around, or eating their dinner topless at the empty tables before they went on stage. There were three girls. An asian girl with no ass, but a lovely stomach, and overall soft looking body... a black lady with really tacky tats that were trails of kisses going up and down her thighs... a white girl with the nicest ass ever, and boobs. and then you had a girl that was totally cracked/coked/methed...whatever'd up... super skinny with a body to die for, but with a total windowlicker face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/RhPjImE6AKI/AAAAAAAAAFA/yVAPWoAs0KY/s1600-h/windowlicker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/RhPjImE6AKI/AAAAAAAAAFA/yVAPWoAs0KY/s400/windowlicker.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049629344012042402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brought back two souvenirs (thank you for the correct spelling of this, B). The label from a water bottle (which i'm asumming, had I paid for it, would have been like 5 bux), and one of a around 500 flyers that were tagged up all around the joint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been to clubs before, but this time it was cool because the place was empty, so we got to get up close and really see these girls. They're amazing.... the way that the flex their bodies around the poles, and jump up and wrap themselves with one leg hanging...watching a pole dancer is truly mesmerizing. I can understand why those sad men who wake up to go to the strip clubs and are addicts go daily... I mean, these girls are hypnotic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My co workers and I want want to sign up for pole dancing classes. (To get in better shape, of course...although shiz, lord knows I could use a part time job to get some extra money! tee hee. sike!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Straight from the google search of lyrics from TPain, I leave you with: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I'm in Love with a Stripper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Got the body of a goddess&lt;br /&gt;Got eyes of a pecan brown, i see you girl&lt;br /&gt;Drop it Low&lt;br /&gt;She Comin Down from the ceiling&lt;br /&gt;To tha floor&lt;br /&gt;Yea She Know what she doin&lt;br /&gt;Yea yea yea&lt;br /&gt;She doin that right thang&lt;br /&gt;Yea yea yea yea yea&lt;br /&gt;I Need to get her over to my crib and do that night thang&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm in love with a stripper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She poppin she rollin' she rollin'&lt;br /&gt;She climbin' that pole and&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love with a stripper&lt;br /&gt;She trippin she playin she playin&lt;br /&gt;I'm not goin nowhere girl I'm stayin&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love with a stripper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of all the girls she be the hottest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liking the way she break it down I see you girl&lt;br /&gt;Spinnin' wide&lt;br /&gt;And she lookin' at me&lt;br /&gt;Right in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Yea she got my attention&lt;br /&gt;yea yea yea&lt;br /&gt;Did I forget to get me to mention&lt;br /&gt;I need to get her over to my crib and do that night thang&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm in love with a stripper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She can pop it, she can lock it&lt;br /&gt;Teddy bend her ass down is bout to see this sexy girl&lt;br /&gt;In my bed&lt;br /&gt;She don't know what she is doin'&lt;br /&gt;To my head&lt;br /&gt;Yea she turnin' tricks on me&lt;br /&gt;Yea Yea Yea&lt;br /&gt;She don't even know me&lt;br /&gt;Yea yea yea ea&lt;br /&gt;I done got her over to my crib to do that night thing&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm in love with a stripper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8248228400431873655-77809748510309611?l=elliettedevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliettedevine.blogspot.com/feeds/77809748510309611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8248228400431873655&amp;postID=77809748510309611' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248228400431873655/posts/default/77809748510309611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248228400431873655/posts/default/77809748510309611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliettedevine.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-in-love-with-stripper.html' title='I&apos;m in love with a stripper'/><author><name>Elliette Devine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15672244781747729349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/RhPh0WE6AII/AAAAAAAAAEw/mCljO3Gyd2o/s72-c/water+bottle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248228400431873655.post-3270487718807139530</id><published>2007-04-02T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T09:06:07.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pink does not match purple</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/RhEpM-IxcLI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Zr8iSYrFDEk/s1600-h/pinkbow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/RhEpM-IxcLI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Zr8iSYrFDEk/s400/pinkbow.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048861960073998514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8248228400431873655-3270487718807139530?l=elliettedevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliettedevine.blogspot.com/feeds/3270487718807139530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8248228400431873655&amp;postID=3270487718807139530' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248228400431873655/posts/default/3270487718807139530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248228400431873655/posts/default/3270487718807139530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliettedevine.blogspot.com/2007/04/pink-does-not-match-purple.html' title='pink does not match purple'/><author><name>Elliette Devine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15672244781747729349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/RhEpM-IxcLI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Zr8iSYrFDEk/s72-c/pinkbow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248228400431873655.post-8705387800836637035</id><published>2007-04-01T17:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T17:52:59.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my latest skirt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/RhBP1OIxcII/AAAAAAAAAEQ/kxkpewqUvuc/s1600-h/front.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/RhBP1OIxcII/AAAAAAAAAEQ/kxkpewqUvuc/s400/front.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048622958028877954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://violettecrumble.blogspot.com"&gt;Violette Crumble&lt;/a&gt; came over today and helped me get back into my sewing groove. Last month, I got frustrated with my machine, and put it back on the floor. I was mad at it. Everytime I would start sewing, the thread would bunch up like crazy--it was just a matter of me not threading my machine properly, and I grew frustrated, and would give up. I've made a few things on my own successfully (a jumper, a shirt or two, and an a-line skirt that i made in a sewing class over a year ago), so i know i can do it. i just get tripped up by the technical problems!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywhoo, this is how my late sunday afternoon was spent. I pinned it on my dressform for you to see. It's a simple three piece pattern, and it has a very nice shape. I love how it flows, and when I hem it, it should be the perfect length. I have to sew in the zipper, but if i follow violette's instructions, it should turn out okay. The fabric was so cheap, that if it doesn't turn out, I won't feel TOO bad, because the stuff was only like 99 cents a yard on sale when I went home to the JOAnn fabrics. The fabric is kind of crazy too, doesn't it look like microbes or something? I will have to be in the same whacky mood I was in when I bought it, when I actually wear it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the back and side views. Wish me luck finishing it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/RhBQkOIxcKI/AAAAAAAAAEg/07KIOWaSIqY/s1600-h/back.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/RhBQkOIxcKI/AAAAAAAAAEg/07KIOWaSIqY/s400/back.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048623765482729634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/RhBQj-IxcJI/AAAAAAAAAEY/khBoq6efPCA/s1600-h/side.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/RhBQj-IxcJI/AAAAAAAAAEY/khBoq6efPCA/s400/side.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048623761187762322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Pazzo was a little bastard during the process. He bit Violette! He parked his fat cat butt on top of the directions, and when she went to show me something, he just snapped. I felt so bad, and embarassed--it was like he was acting like that bad child that no one wants to admit to being associated with when they act out... I'm still mad at him. I'm sorry Violette... next time you come over, I will make sure I have a cat cage, and I'll lock him up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8248228400431873655-8705387800836637035?l=elliettedevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliettedevine.blogspot.com/feeds/8705387800836637035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8248228400431873655&amp;postID=8705387800836637035' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248228400431873655/posts/default/8705387800836637035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248228400431873655/posts/default/8705387800836637035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliettedevine.blogspot.com/2007/04/my-latest-skirt.html' title='my latest skirt'/><author><name>Elliette Devine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15672244781747729349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/RhBP1OIxcII/AAAAAAAAAEQ/kxkpewqUvuc/s72-c/front.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248228400431873655.post-4440662538020800486</id><published>2007-03-29T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T09:12:36.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't know what this means either...perhaps you do.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/RgvlYeIxcGI/AAAAAAAAAD4/KIgJcDmhmNY/s1600-h/inventingnames.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/RgvlYeIxcGI/AAAAAAAAAD4/KIgJcDmhmNY/s400/inventingnames.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047380015968252002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this random picture was also in that pile of old family photos that i have. it was a picture that i totally rememeber snapping as a kid. i think it was a sign somewhere. but what is it? huhwha?! i dunno. do you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8248228400431873655-4440662538020800486?l=elliettedevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliettedevine.blogspot.com/feeds/4440662538020800486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8248228400431873655&amp;postID=4440662538020800486' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248228400431873655/posts/default/4440662538020800486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248228400431873655/posts/default/4440662538020800486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliettedevine.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-dont-know-what-this-means.html' title='I don&apos;t know what this means either...perhaps you do.'/><author><name>Elliette Devine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15672244781747729349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/RgvlYeIxcGI/AAAAAAAAAD4/KIgJcDmhmNY/s72-c/inventingnames.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248228400431873655.post-1983075611490702252</id><published>2007-03-28T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T08:55:54.318-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is happening here?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/RgqPyuIxcFI/AAAAAAAAADw/NXxv6tDM8qY/s1600-h/caption.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/RgqPyuIxcFI/AAAAAAAAADw/NXxv6tDM8qY/s400/caption.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047004433963118674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must leave a comment. What is going on here? I am the one in the red swimming suit. Looking forward to your interpretations on this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8248228400431873655-1983075611490702252?l=elliettedevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliettedevine.blogspot.com/feeds/1983075611490702252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8248228400431873655&amp;postID=1983075611490702252' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248228400431873655/posts/default/1983075611490702252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248228400431873655/posts/default/1983075611490702252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliettedevine.blogspot.com/2007/03/what-is-happening-here.html' title='What is happening here?'/><author><name>Elliette Devine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15672244781747729349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/RgqPyuIxcFI/AAAAAAAAADw/NXxv6tDM8qY/s72-c/caption.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248228400431873655.post-5368987589912742572</id><published>2007-03-28T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T08:34:08.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my momma</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/RgqK0OIxcAI/AAAAAAAAADI/RzM7MnZQbNI/s1600-h/mom5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/RgqK0OIxcAI/AAAAAAAAADI/RzM7MnZQbNI/s400/mom5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046998962174783490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/RgqK0eIxcBI/AAAAAAAAADQ/_pryO2Utf3E/s1600-h/mom2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/RgqK0eIxcBI/AAAAAAAAADQ/_pryO2Utf3E/s400/mom2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046998966469750802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/RgqK0eIxcCI/AAAAAAAAADY/F4DDQqYkaHM/s1600-h/mom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/RgqK0eIxcCI/AAAAAAAAADY/F4DDQqYkaHM/s400/mom.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046998966469750818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/RgqK0uIxcDI/AAAAAAAAADg/yZDhA-xq2_8/s1600-h/mom6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/RgqK0uIxcDI/AAAAAAAAADg/yZDhA-xq2_8/s400/mom6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046998970764718130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/RgqK0-IxcEI/AAAAAAAAADo/236gfbSfYAk/s1600-h/dad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/RgqK0-IxcEI/AAAAAAAAADo/236gfbSfYAk/s400/dad.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046998975059685442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are 4 pictures of my mom, and a kickass picture of my dad in the 80s with a grumpy santa clause wearing air force ones (i wonder where those actual sneakers are, and how much theyd be worth now. i will post a little strip of good dad pictures tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8248228400431873655-5368987589912742572?l=elliettedevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliettedevine.blogspot.com/feeds/5368987589912742572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8248228400431873655&amp;postID=5368987589912742572' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248228400431873655/posts/default/5368987589912742572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248228400431873655/posts/default/5368987589912742572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliettedevine.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-momma.html' title='my momma'/><author><name>Elliette Devine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15672244781747729349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/RgqK0OIxcAI/AAAAAAAAADI/RzM7MnZQbNI/s72-c/mom5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248228400431873655.post-1905056020957777665</id><published>2007-03-28T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T07:46:43.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, it's ON highclassjackass!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/Rgp_r-Ixb6I/AAAAAAAAACY/VrfXMnfVTQM/s1600-h/creepyme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/Rgp_r-Ixb6I/AAAAAAAAACY/VrfXMnfVTQM/s400/creepyme.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046986725812957090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you think YOU have creepy childhood pictures? this one of me takes the cake. i had another one of me when i was holding a teddy bear in this rediculous tap dancing recital outfit with my head tilted, but i couldn't find it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week nothing too exciting is going on, so i will post 2 pictures a day. another will appear this afternoon. there are a lot more where this one came from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also have some awesome pictures of big c that i will post so that you can see how elegant she(still is of course) was back in the 60s-80s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish that she hadn't donated all of her old clothes back then!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8248228400431873655-1905056020957777665?l=elliettedevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliettedevine.blogspot.com/feeds/1905056020957777665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8248228400431873655&amp;postID=1905056020957777665' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248228400431873655/posts/default/1905056020957777665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248228400431873655/posts/default/1905056020957777665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliettedevine.blogspot.com/2007/03/oh-its-on-highclassjackass.html' title='Oh, it&apos;s ON highclassjackass!'/><author><name>Elliette Devine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15672244781747729349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/Rgp_r-Ixb6I/AAAAAAAAACY/VrfXMnfVTQM/s72-c/creepyme.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248228400431873655.post-3871278711852376685</id><published>2007-03-27T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T20:17:55.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>everyone has a crazy neighbor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/RgmHJghp8cI/AAAAAAAAACQ/FgAipiHCHn4/s1600-h/letter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/RgmHJghp8cI/AAAAAAAAACQ/FgAipiHCHn4/s400/letter.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046713454865019330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of my good friends got this letter from her insane neighbors upstairs. please keep in mind, she works a 10-6 job, has a cute fat dog that barely moves...and she's just quiet in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i got a big kick out of this letter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(i even took the time to print it out, crumble, and scan it so that it looked real!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8248228400431873655-3871278711852376685?l=elliettedevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliettedevine.blogspot.com/feeds/3871278711852376685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8248228400431873655&amp;postID=3871278711852376685' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248228400431873655/posts/default/3871278711852376685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248228400431873655/posts/default/3871278711852376685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliettedevine.blogspot.com/2007/03/crumbs-crazy-neighbor.html' title='everyone has a crazy neighbor'/><author><name>Elliette Devine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15672244781747729349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/RgmHJghp8cI/AAAAAAAAACQ/FgAipiHCHn4/s72-c/letter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248228400431873655.post-1896260500924084719</id><published>2007-03-20T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T21:09:40.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you know you're a single girl in the wintertime that lives with a cat when...*warning, girly post part 2*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/RgCufAhp8bI/AAAAAAAAACI/Ge480gLswfQ/s1600-h/IMG_1390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/RgCufAhp8bI/AAAAAAAAACI/Ge480gLswfQ/s400/IMG_1390.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044223430395294130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you come home and blog about how excited you are to fall asleep, and see how your hair will turn out in the morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really need ladykave to help me with this HTML thing, so that i can link nicole's (and lady's, and HCJC's and brownbaby's, and violette's, and my other favorite pages) page a lot easier... but Nappyco gave me a lovely hair idea that i just had to try...sloppy two strand twists, accompanied by foam curlers. im going to fall asleep soon, and then i will see how it looks in the mern!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isnt that exciting???!?! oh the little things i can entertain myself with, and make myself happy about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here are pictures of me in my little old lady curlers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope that it turns out well. i predict i will shift a lot tonight during my beauty rest since i havent slept in curlers in over a decade (no joke).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is a link to nicole/nappyco's cute flickr page in the meantime. she is my hair inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.flickr.com/photos/ndfineman/224923881/in/set-1512424/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if it turns out well, i will take pictures. and if there are no pictures... well, then you know that it did not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8248228400431873655-1896260500924084719?l=elliettedevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliettedevine.blogspot.com/feeds/1896260500924084719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8248228400431873655&amp;postID=1896260500924084719' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248228400431873655/posts/default/1896260500924084719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248228400431873655/posts/default/1896260500924084719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliettedevine.blogspot.com/2007/03/you-know-youre-single-girl-in.html' title='you know you&apos;re a single girl in the wintertime that lives with a cat when...*warning, girly post part 2*'/><author><name>Elliette Devine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15672244781747729349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/RgCufAhp8bI/AAAAAAAAACI/Ge480gLswfQ/s72-c/IMG_1390.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248228400431873655.post-5691349490894798329</id><published>2007-03-12T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T21:18:30.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation Day One *warning, very girly post below)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/RfYkTPtZIzI/AAAAAAAAACA/-hq80coiPMk/s1600-h/tacky+collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/RfYkTPtZIzI/AAAAAAAAACA/-hq80coiPMk/s400/tacky+collage.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041256745940886322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a beautiful day. Ladykave and i went shopping, and i'd say I scored. I'd like to say that Lady is my shopping good luck charm, because I swear I never really find stuff in the city(that i pay more than 20bux for), but I found three pieces today that I'm convinced rubbed off from Lady's usual lucky finds. That girl is always getting great things when she goes to Beacon's, and so I felt very honored to have her with me today. (thank's for keeping me company on my first day off, man!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that I spent half of the money that I said would be my "play" money when I hit the balmy streets today on my first day of my new york city "vacation". I am so excited about these three things, I had to be a total girl and post them for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st find: My first spring dress of 2007. It looked tiny on the hanger. I always have the problem with vintage dress zippers not being able to close because of those teeny tiny waists. But this dress fit me perfectly. AND peep the eye-let back. Hot. And for once, I dont have to shorten it either. It was worth what I dished out for it (i just better not see it's twin when i go home for my salvation army shopping spree next month... because I'll be pissed. that happened once with this vest i bought. spent like 50bux on a vest a few years ago, and saw the exact same vest/same brand/size everything, but in a better color... for 2.99 hangin on the salvation army hanger. and it was at that moment that i swore off all overpriced nyc boutiques forever!! but, i got sucked back in today)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd find: Dexter boots. I wasn't expecting to find these. I've always admired them on other girls from afar, but they've either been way too expensive, or I've had a fear of breaking them in since theyre so well made and stiff. Well, today was my lucky day... because they were half off (yes, half off of 48bux, You do the math!) and they are broken in by whoever wore them before. I have no clue why someone would give away these boots (unless the person died, i really just don't understand why anyone would give them away!!). Theyre beautiful. My shotty photoshop silo job and blurry picture does NOT do them justice though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd find: New Specs. From that awesome glasses place. New lenses will go in them tomorrow. I'm still on the hunt for kelly green glasses, and clear frames... but I guess these silver frames will just have to do for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrows Agenda:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I will go to Joyce, and enjoy a ham and cheese (if i'm lucky, they will have almond, but theyre rare) croissant with my usual large coffee with lotsa room for milk. And the Times. Can't say when the last time I read the paper in a coffee shop on a Tuesday morning was!&lt;br /&gt;2. Hit up the china town cheap lenses place to put lenses in my new glasses&lt;br /&gt;3. Get a massage (maybe I'll do this on wednesday though...)&lt;br /&gt;4. Go to a museum of sorts to pass the time while my glasses are getting done.&lt;br /&gt;5. Meet up with Lady to get the side of pork carcass for thursdays feast!! mmmm can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH. and most importantly (and this should have been number one), I will get my eye brows done, because that picture, well, that picture speaks a thousand words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...of to bed I go. with no alarm clock set. :-D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8248228400431873655-5691349490894798329?l=elliettedevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliettedevine.blogspot.com/feeds/5691349490894798329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8248228400431873655&amp;postID=5691349490894798329' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248228400431873655/posts/default/5691349490894798329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248228400431873655/posts/default/5691349490894798329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliettedevine.blogspot.com/2007/03/vacation-day-one-warning-very-girly.html' title='Vacation Day One *warning, very girly post below)'/><author><name>Elliette Devine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15672244781747729349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/RfYkTPtZIzI/AAAAAAAAACA/-hq80coiPMk/s72-c/tacky+collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248228400431873655.post-1043561188818117446</id><published>2007-02-28T18:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T18:47:14.892-08:00</updated><title type='text'>gotta love that craigslist</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/ReY8D7az8ZI/AAAAAAAAAB0/VI_SdmyCzgs/s1600-h/first+date.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/ReY8D7az8ZI/AAAAAAAAAB0/VI_SdmyCzgs/s400/first+date.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036779271447900562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finally met a nice young fellow i'd been emailing on and off with for the past few weeks. he wasn't the least bit scary, and i found him very interesting as a person. it was refreshing to meet someone new who i could carry on a conversation with from the moment we sat down for dinner. it wasn't awkward in my opinion, and of course these things can take the turn for the worse within seconds of setting eyes upon one another. he certainly didnt make me want to hail a cab and ditch him like that last CL date i went on last summer with the black fed-ex working-child having-lied about his age-republican dude--in fact, it was quite the opposite... i think that my craigslist date wanted to ditch me, because he seemed to want to get the check and run, and then he said he had an ill friend up the street that he had to bring soup to...(at like 10 at night..., and i don't think he had a can of campbells in his back pocket) in fact,  i think that i used that line once to get away from someone, so i must admit, i took that as a sign that i'll probably never see him again, even though i'd really like to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe he was telling the truth. who knows. but i wouldn't mind getting to know him better. i'm a sucker for a cute smart young man in glasses. god i love boys in glasses...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywhoo, i did my usual google image search for my blogging inspirational photo and i  loved this photo. i hope that it made you ROFLMAOLOLOLOLOL. because i rolled on the floor when i saw it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8248228400431873655-1043561188818117446?l=elliettedevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliettedevine.blogspot.com/feeds/1043561188818117446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8248228400431873655&amp;postID=1043561188818117446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248228400431873655/posts/default/1043561188818117446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248228400431873655/posts/default/1043561188818117446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliettedevine.blogspot.com/2007/02/gotta-love-that-craigslist.html' title='gotta love that craigslist'/><author><name>Elliette Devine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15672244781747729349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/ReY8D7az8ZI/AAAAAAAAAB0/VI_SdmyCzgs/s72-c/first+date.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248228400431873655.post-4064018653941277895</id><published>2007-02-25T17:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T17:20:16.379-08:00</updated><title type='text'>glasses!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/ReI1lbaz8YI/AAAAAAAAABo/KDCxWa7rZu0/s1600-h/Photo+66.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/ReI1lbaz8YI/AAAAAAAAABo/KDCxWa7rZu0/s400/Photo+66.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035646250485281154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i have decided that my new favorite thing for 2007 will be new glasses. i want 9 pairs of glasses by the end of the year. i had brunch with two of my favorite people today, and one of my friends girlfriends is an accessories editor.she was at brunch too, and she is awesome...i'm going to *make* her be my friend (she just doesn't know it yet) haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywhoo, she took me to the most awesome store ever, that had drawers and drawers full of beautiful vintage frames. metallic frames, cat eyes, square, oval, rhinestones... i could have spent hours there. and i decided to buy these. theyre super cute... i stuck with my signature design-nerd black frame, but these are awesome because they are a little bolder and they have two gold stars on the tips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait to put lenses in them. right now, theyre mocking me because i can't wear them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next glasses that i'm on the hunt for are kelly green frames. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;glasses are the new earrings baby! glasses are my new passion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8248228400431873655-4064018653941277895?l=elliettedevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliettedevine.blogspot.com/feeds/4064018653941277895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8248228400431873655&amp;postID=4064018653941277895' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248228400431873655/posts/default/4064018653941277895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248228400431873655/posts/default/4064018653941277895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliettedevine.blogspot.com/2007/02/glasses.html' title='glasses!'/><author><name>Elliette Devine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15672244781747729349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/ReI1lbaz8YI/AAAAAAAAABo/KDCxWa7rZu0/s72-c/Photo+66.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248228400431873655.post-5148317932963663384</id><published>2007-02-13T07:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T08:05:01.655-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesdays are for brunch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/RdHhyIWHwwI/AAAAAAAAABc/rGWvyjnWod8/s1600-h/1369T-Bone+Steak.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/RdHhyIWHwwI/AAAAAAAAABc/rGWvyjnWod8/s400/1369T-Bone+Steak.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031050510099530498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angelina is coming over today, and we're going to make a mid day feast. I see it as a celebration of sorts to us both reuniting with the working world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have two lovely steaks marinating in a medley of worchestshersshererire(sp!), olive oil, fresh garlic, thyme, cumin, fresh lime juice, and white pepper. the steaks will will be broiled around 2pm today, and will be accompanied by Ang's famous scalloped potatoes, and some sort of veggie. I'm thinking sauteed spinach, or broccoli, or both! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For dessert, we will have an afternoon viewing of Marie Antoinette, that my little mailman should be dropping off at some point today. It came out on DVD today! Woot, and I feel so priveledged to know that I will be taking the virginity of this brand spankin new netflix dvd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is how I will spend the last day before I go back to cube land. Certainly didn't last as long as I thought that it was, and I didn't freak out as much as I did last year this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahoooooo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8248228400431873655-5148317932963663384?l=elliettedevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliettedevine.blogspot.com/feeds/5148317932963663384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8248228400431873655&amp;postID=5148317932963663384' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248228400431873655/posts/default/5148317932963663384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248228400431873655/posts/default/5148317932963663384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliettedevine.blogspot.com/2007/02/tuesdays-are-for-brunch.html' title='Tuesdays are for brunch'/><author><name>Elliette Devine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15672244781747729349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/RdHhyIWHwwI/AAAAAAAAABc/rGWvyjnWod8/s72-c/1369T-Bone+Steak.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248228400431873655.post-1825645606662245797</id><published>2007-02-08T12:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T21:32:49.904-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No, 0, 0, 0,0, No</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/RcuQUoWHwvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/NCp-2o7ZRag/s1600-h/Photo+64.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/RcuQUoWHwvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/NCp-2o7ZRag/s320/Photo+64.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5029272092991275762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, here are a few lovely things about not working:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. i can pick any washing machine i want!!! the laundromat was empty, and it it didn't take up half of my saturday&lt;br /&gt;2. the sun shines in my apartment all day long. i don't think i ever realized how much sun my place gets. pozzocat is one lucky cat...he suns himself all day long.&lt;br /&gt;3. the trains are empty! i can always get a seat!&lt;br /&gt;4. i can watch oprah (although she doesn't have enough drama anymore...so that's what dr. phil at 3pm is for)&lt;br /&gt;5. i can listen to NPR all day and not get my radio shows interrupted by phone calls, or people swinging by my desk&lt;br /&gt;6. i can drink beer at 4pm!!!  (don't worry, it won't become a habit!)&lt;br /&gt;7. i can cook my own breakfast and lunch. No more spending money on that stuff, and I've saved a lot of money so far by not filling up my cafeteria meal plan card&lt;br /&gt;8. walks during the day are much needed, and nice. i don't know when the last time i got fresh air in the middle of the day was!!!&lt;br /&gt;9. I can also pick any treadmill that I want, and no lines for machines! (well, this I am only imagining, since I haven't gone to the gym as promised yet. It's just been too damn cold to phathom going somewhere, and leaving with my pores all open from sweat.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, I'm going to cut out the pattern for a jumper that Violette gave me. (more on that tomorrow)&lt;br /&gt; I haven't perfected sewing yet, so i am going to do a trial run on a very cheap 2 yards of fabric that I got from JoAnn's when I was at home for Xmas. The last shirt that I made turned out to be a failure, and it hurt even more because the fabric was so pretty! So I promised myself that next time, I will make a "comp" first, and then I will move on to the real thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there is little Pozzo sunning himself. My crappycannon conked out on me, so this picture is courtesty of my laptop camera.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8248228400431873655-1825645606662245797?l=elliettedevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliettedevine.blogspot.com/feeds/1825645606662245797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8248228400431873655&amp;postID=1825645606662245797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248228400431873655/posts/default/1825645606662245797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248228400431873655/posts/default/1825645606662245797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliettedevine.blogspot.com/2007/02/no-0-0-00-no.html' title='No, 0, 0, 0,0, No'/><author><name>Elliette Devine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15672244781747729349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/RcuQUoWHwvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/NCp-2o7ZRag/s72-c/Photo+64.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248228400431873655.post-3392714384195577754</id><published>2007-01-21T15:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T17:41:43.337-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what are they saying?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/RbQzwu6B_RI/AAAAAAAAAA0/zKZNd_YQRVw/s1600-h/gossip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/RbQzwu6B_RI/AAAAAAAAAA0/zKZNd_YQRVw/s320/gossip.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022696396743114002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was at a design nerd judging for a very secret design nerd society all weekend long. i had to wake up at 630 am on saturday and sunday... haven't done such a horrible thing, with the intention of being productive all day long, since (i kid you not) high school. it totally fucked with my sleeping schedule, and after just waking up from a nap, i feel all cloudy, like i just got off of a plane from somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, this design nerd judging got me thinking about something. do you ever wonder what people say about you when youre not around, yet easily identifiable? this weekend really made me wonder.  so many conversations that i had started with things like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"you see the guy in the grey sweater.... thats ____ _______ he's the design director at _______, and he's pretty cool"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"that's ____ ______, and i've heard things about her. i interviewed with her once, and she never got back to me. but i also heard that she abuses her assistants by making them sell her personal shit on ebay, so i really don't think i'd want to work for her anyway"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, yesterday i intentionally wore a bright red dress. i woke up at the ass crack of dawn and threw it on. i totally did it on purpose. a bright, fire engine red, christmas-looking, sweater dress. and why? i did admit to doing it, in hopes of being noticed. and i totally was. an old man security gaurd caught me this morning and said "were you the one wearing that red dress yesterday?... today you look like a  pretty school girl, and yesterday you looked like a woman, which are you?" ...because, today, after being hungover and tired, i wasn't trying to throw on another dress, and instead wore a contrasting outfit consisting of a black shirt, black scarf, black jeans, and converse. i can see why he was puzzled. i'm sure i looked like a totally different person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also knew i took a risk, because i could have stood out so much and reminded someone that i sucked when i worked for them, and then i'd be easy(-er) to point out...or i could have been easy(-er) to be pointed out as "that's elliette, she worked with us a few months... shes very talented"... or whatever nice things people say about others in little gossip sessions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywhoo... i'm saying all of this to say, it just really makes me wonder what people say about me when i'm not around. even amongst my friends. how am i really viewed? people tell me i'm funny, and nice, and that i have a great sense of style... with my obnoxiously bright clothes. but what do they say behind my back?  within my circle of friends, i often wonder if i have some weird personality quirk that everyone sees but me. and within the design-nerd world, i wonder what all of my bosses ever REALLY thought of me--when they tell me to my face "you'll end up somewhere great... you have a great book". but what do they REALLY think? what secrets do they share amongst themselves, that they would never tell me to my face, that i would never know about, and therefore never be able to change? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one wants to admit it, but its just human nature to gossip, even about the people in our lives that we love and charish the most. when i went home for christmas for instance, my brother was acting weird...and truth be told, he HAS changed, a LOT since he's gotten married, and in some ways not for the better. and my mother, not really knowing what to do about something that happened over the holiday simply told me "your bother is just a changed man after he got married..." in this tone... and of course, she would never tell him that to his face. she told me. but it's something that i'm sure he's not aware of. a quirk, that everyone see's but him. because i saw it, and then it was confirmed when my mother finally just put it out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do people say about you, that they think first, and then finally come out and say to each other once they've compared notes? even if they are nice things. or mean things. even something that you may have never noticed about yourself... like, there was this woman i used to work with that had this weird snort/laugh thing that she did after EVERYTHING that she said. it was kind of like she had tourettes. but it was also a thing where, did she realize that she was known around the office, and easy to point out as "you know.... mary... the girl that does the weird laugh thing".........."OH RIGHT, HEEEEEEER".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bet she doesn't even know that that's how people know how to direct other people in to her office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i often wonder what am i known as? (i admit to wondering, but i dont really want to know, because it would just hurt my feelings)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to continue to wear my red dresses though. at least that will buffer the initial blow of what people say about me first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******UPDATE: oprah says that you start not giving a shit what people think about you when you turn 40. janet jackson agreed when she was on the show. so. i guess i will stop caring about what other human beings think, or say about me in around 14 years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8248228400431873655-3392714384195577754?l=elliettedevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliettedevine.blogspot.com/feeds/3392714384195577754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8248228400431873655&amp;postID=3392714384195577754' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248228400431873655/posts/default/3392714384195577754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248228400431873655/posts/default/3392714384195577754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliettedevine.blogspot.com/2007/01/what-are-they-saying.html' title='what are they saying?'/><author><name>Elliette Devine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15672244781747729349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/RbQzwu6B_RI/AAAAAAAAAA0/zKZNd_YQRVw/s72-c/gossip.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248228400431873655.post-1139207475817240265</id><published>2007-01-19T14:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T14:21:52.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clothing Swap: Sunday January 28th</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/RbFEVO6B_QI/AAAAAAAAAAo/P3hnX3wIs9M/s1600-h/swap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/RbFEVO6B_QI/AAAAAAAAAAo/P3hnX3wIs9M/s320/swap.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021870191064251650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have much to write today. But I just wanted to let everyone know how very excited I am for the clothing swap that will be taking place in my apartment building on Sunday, January 28 2007. I am hosting it with my neighbor rebecca who I have the hugest girl crush on. I hope that so many girls come, that there will be a cute cat fight. Nothing is hotter than two girls fighting over a cardigan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I don't REALLY hope for a fight. But I do hope that everyone comes like they say that they will, and that everyone leaves with kick ass threads.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8248228400431873655-1139207475817240265?l=elliettedevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliettedevine.blogspot.com/feeds/1139207475817240265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8248228400431873655&amp;postID=1139207475817240265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248228400431873655/posts/default/1139207475817240265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248228400431873655/posts/default/1139207475817240265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliettedevine.blogspot.com/2007/01/clothing-swap-sunday-january-28th.html' title='Clothing Swap: Sunday January 28th'/><author><name>Elliette Devine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15672244781747729349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/RbFEVO6B_QI/AAAAAAAAAAo/P3hnX3wIs9M/s72-c/swap.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248228400431873655.post-1452754763202765860</id><published>2007-01-12T11:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T11:59:35.188-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fart *before* class, not *during*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/RafoeO6B_OI/AAAAAAAAAAM/L19lNi1hi0Y/s1600-h/pilates+class.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/RafoeO6B_OI/AAAAAAAAAAM/L19lNi1hi0Y/s320/pilates+class.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019235915822922978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i quit smoking (with the exception of the 4-5 drags i had of an american spirit that i split with angelina last weekend) around 4 weeks ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with that abrupt decision, came the print outs of the weekly schedules from two very accessible new york sports clubs that i can hit up on my way to, during, or on my way home from work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on tuesday, i did my very first class. listed as... &gt;NEW 06:30PM POWER DANCE&lt;br /&gt;w000t!!! sounded like fun to me. time for me to let loose and release my inner fly girl and channel j-lo and those other broads from in living color. i got to the class to find that about 10 out of the 13 of us that were there already knew one another and were BFFs with the instructor, who then proceeded to bust out in the routine that they had all been doing for the past however many weeks. teacher didn't even ask if newbies were in the class... didn't go over the box moves, arm movements, or fancy foot work more than twice. and when the fergie, or whatever bullshit fast dance song came on, it was all over. i felt like i was on some strange drug failing miserably at trying to follow the steps from the hot, had-on-a-sports-bra-wearing-wash-board-abs sporting caublanasian girl whirling around in front of me. she was my only source of guidance... and at one point she stepped off to get some water, and i stopped too. well. at the end of class, i decided that i would not subject myself to that again. i'll save my flygirl moves for when i'm home swiffering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh thursday, i did my second class. listed as...07:30 PILATES-BASED MAT&lt;br /&gt;this was way more up my alley. when i first walked in, a girl asked me if i needed a mat and handed me one! then i copied everyone else and took off my shoes and socks... and in walks our teacher. he proceeded to catch everyones towels and mats on fire upon entering the dance studio from the trail of flames that emerged off of his flexi-boy body. he was extremely thorough, and patient, and made little jokes, and i felt comfortable from the moment that he walked in. i felt even more at ease when at one point, we were all on our backs about to go in to a bicycle-like position, and some girl straight ripped a fart that ignited more flames that were already burning from our teacher. everyone giggled... including our teacher, and he just laughed it off saying that it was completely natural, and that everyone should fart at one point, because it just means youre relaxed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will be back at 07:30 PILATES-BASED MAT next thursday, but i'm gonna make sure that i don't have any broccoli, or milk, or anything like that at least 12 hours before... because i am gonna make sure that i get all of my farts out before class, not during.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8248228400431873655-1452754763202765860?l=elliettedevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliettedevine.blogspot.com/feeds/1452754763202765860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8248228400431873655&amp;postID=1452754763202765860' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248228400431873655/posts/default/1452754763202765860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248228400431873655/posts/default/1452754763202765860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliettedevine.blogspot.com/2007/01/fart-before-class-not-during.html' title='fart *before* class, not *during*'/><author><name>Elliette Devine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15672244781747729349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RwS39mXEpEs/RafoeO6B_OI/AAAAAAAAAAM/L19lNi1hi0Y/s72-c/pilates+class.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8248228400431873655.post-4530810588357651138</id><published>2007-01-11T14:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T15:03:34.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello There</title><content type='html'>One very late night after a friend of a friends holiday party, I met a decent looking man at a bar. It was kind of like out of a movie... I was dancing, and all of a sudden, this dude walks in and begins twirling me around... we were spinning, and laughing, and I had no clue who he was. After that, we exchanged number or whatevs... and then my friend and i, and him ended up at a 24 hour diner. He paid for both of us. And he offered to even pay for our car service home... but we declined. I didn't mind him paying for my food though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the dodgeball december 2006 stats email that i just received, I met this young man on december 17th. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the course of the next few weeks, we exhanged some rather bland emails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;hi xxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was really nice meeting you last night. thank you again for dinner&lt;br /&gt;(or was it breakfast at that point,considering the hour?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywhoo, i'd love to hang out with you again sometime. this week will &lt;br /&gt;be hectic for me, since i havent bought one xmas present yet, and i&lt;br /&gt;have some holiday parties to attend... but let me know if youd like to&lt;br /&gt;get brunch, or a drink or something soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e.d.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we wrote one another back one or two word sentence emails, and then he dropped off the face of the earth until i received this one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi,&lt;br /&gt;How are you? How are things going?&lt;br /&gt;Are you in town?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to say hello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I just wanted to say hello...Bye?" Wtf is that. Okay, so then a few more days pass by. Im sitting on my couch, and my phone buzzes "Hello There" it says from a mysterious number. I reply back politely asking who it is, and he says it's him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We proceeded to text back and forth that evening... it didn't really bother me, because it was kind of cute and flirty, but at the same time I'm wondering... why is he asking me what my interests are over texts... why not just call? if you're too shy to call, why not text asking if i can meet on a certain day at a certain time? i haven't been out on a date in... well, going on a year. So, I was eating up this teeny tiny bit of male attention that I was getting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last text that I got from him that night said that he'd "give me a ring this week". i was like whatever... cool. But im not holding my breath over it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night towards the end of Beyond the Valley of the Dolls (which is my new favorite movie, btw... it has the most amazing tits EVER, and cute boys and girls bouncing everywhere) my phone buzzes with a "hello there". It's him. We had another retarded conversation via texting, where he proceeded to tell me that he was parking and texting me at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT&lt;br /&gt;THE&lt;br /&gt;FUCK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this happened to another friend of mine. Why get someones phone number, say youre gonna call? and then text...? Why waste my time, and your time, if you're not going to make plans...? I would much rather he not call at all, than send me retarded messages of his where abouts. It would be one thing is we had gone out, and we kept in touch via texting after a date or something, but I met this guy once at 5am... going on a month ago. I can't even remember how tall he is, or what he looks like really. Maybe it was in fact the language barrier... he was speaking french with my friend most of the time... but is this what guys do? Text?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last reply to him was "Hope you find a spot! Later" and he replied "I'm just going to park in a lot. LOL" and that was it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmmmmmeh. whatever. This is my first blog entry... and I hope that everything that I write is more interesting than this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8248228400431873655-4530810588357651138?l=elliettedevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elliettedevine.blogspot.com/feeds/4530810588357651138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8248228400431873655&amp;postID=4530810588357651138' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248228400431873655/posts/default/4530810588357651138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8248228400431873655/posts/default/4530810588357651138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elliettedevine.blogspot.com/2007/01/hello-there.html' title='Hello There'/><author><name>Elliette Devine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15672244781747729349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
