I'm aware that I've been a complete dud lately in terms of writing for my blog, Dipped In Cream. It all started with the Newtown, CT shooting. Suddenly I felt like writing about Bieber or Paltrow was just lame...but then it snowballed. (You don't have to say it: I realize I did manage to write about David Bowie on occasion and nearly turned this into a Bowie Blog.) Speaking of, this song hit a chord with me: Afraid by David Bowie. And don't just scroll through it; LISTEN to it. You might really get it.
But I'm not done here. Not by a long shot. I do want to start by thanking my darling Brittani ~ The Girl You Want (who goes by @Bleakey on Twitter) for being incredibly consistent and funny with her posts. (I'll wait while you applaud my genius Contributing Editor.) Roger Ebert used the word, GENIUS with regard to Brittani, if you'll recall!
So, what exactly is my deal? I feel like I've been having some weird-ass kind of writer's block. I simply won't post something here if I can't put my personality and opinion into it, in order just get "hits".
In fact, I have several big projects I'm supposed to be working on, and I can't get the words right. (Tim and James--I'm talking about you two), as well as my writing duties for The Beauty Stop. I can't believe I haven't been fired--thank you, Allie. You're amazing.
I guess the first step is admitting you have a problem, right?
Thank you all for sticking with Dipped in Cream. I'm trying my level best to get back on the horse.
I'm usually the first one out of the gate to make a snotty remark about the Sarah, Jessica and Parker Stables, but I don't really see anything terribly wrong with the Chinese cover of Harper's Bazaar Spring Edition.
It also looks like we'll get a peek inside of her fancy Tribeca Stable Loft, as well as some of SJP's favorite choices in exclusive hoof-wear by the very talented Iris Scheiferstein.
In fact, we found a few pair of Iris's handiwork right off the
runway racetrack...take a look, won't you?
And your everyday shoe/hoof/bootie is everyone's favorite, right?
Hold on to your riding hats, because you will rear UP when you see the exquisite Tribeca Stables for Sarah, Jessica and Parker.
The life of an aging Sex and the City old gray mare is pretty fabulous, isn't it?
Gaaaaaah. FINE. Here's the REAL magazine cover that the whole world is flipping out over due to the alien-horsification of SJP.
Frankly, we did a more authentic job, thankyouverymuch.
First of all, before anyone else says it, I know. I know Brandon Boyd bears a striking resemblance to my beautiful son Hunter. In face, if George Harrison and Brandon somehow had a child, he would be Hunter. Hunter Brandon Harrison. So there. I get it.
What I don't wanna hear are any wise-ass remarks pertaining to some Freudian crap or any Oedipus references. Can't a Mum just be happy her baby boy turned into a beauty like her favorite musicians, forpitysake?
Photo: John Miller
ANYlovemyboy, I've posted my favorite Incubus song, and one of my favorite all-time songs by anyone, EVER, "Dig". Take a moment a listen to the words.
Happy 37th Birthday, Brandon Boyd.
This A list all movie actress was overheard telling one of her people in advance that "when she won" at the SAG Awards that she would do the "tears thing," and then at the Academy Awards do the "humbled thing," because she said she had to "keep it fresh each time so the audience doesn't get bored."
When her person asked if the actress would change things up if someone else won at the SAG Awards our actress said that no one else would win because if she thought otherwise she would not have bothered to show up and would have got sick, "like that other girl."
If you read my SAG Awards post from last night, this should be obvious. You know what? Even if you didn't read my venomous spew, it should be obvious. Bleh. Oh, and it figures.