The name: Lambie
The ambiance: Leather recliner chair
The music: Now, Los Angeles, from the new album Natural Spirit by Warm Brew
The food: Cooked turkey mixed with Science Diet kibble
The drink: H20, because I am health-conscious
The fashion: Vintage Friends of Babydoll Pliner
Quotation: "My ear is looking a little red here because I have an ear infection."
I try to keep it in check, but every now and then the shopaholic in me is compelled to cut loose.
Poodle gathering
Hair confidences exchanged
Bluff bathed in sunlight.
Sometimes an idea seems to strike simultaneously in multiple places and -- bingo -- a trend emerges.
Such appears to be the case with my recent foray into headgear.
Not a day after I had posted on that topic, Sparkly's owner Suse called out to us on the bluff to request that we document Sparkly's look, which Suse described as "Nadia Comaneci in a babushka".
In fact, Sparkly did look distinguished. Usually she wears her bandana around her neck, so this was something different.
Finney was entranced by Sparkly's intriguing new look -- so entranced that if I were a betting dog I'd be counting on her to be the next one to show up at the bluffs with headgear.
I'm not sure Finney's the babushka type, though. A pillbox hat might be more reflective of her style.
Yes, I like fashion. Some might call me metrosexual.
I call myself confident in my virility.
An interesting article on footwear in the New York Times today.
I received a holiday present from some East Coast cats I know.
They sent me a most thoughtful gift: a faux-sheepskin coat from LL Bean. It is very cozy, with a nice warm collar. And the color complements my fur beautifully.
Unfortunately however, while the coat they sent was a size Small, it appears that I am now a size Medium.
The Velcro straps could not make it across my chest unless pulled very tight. The neck strap does make it around my neck, but just barely.
Perhaps we will sew on some extra Velcro to extend the stomach closure a bit. Or maybe I should just enjoy the garment as a cloak rather than a coat, in which case there would be no need to fasten the stomach ties shut.
I am sure that Buster, Myra, Arnie, Flash, Blackie and Ruff would be mortified if their gift caused me any body image anxiety.
Bo was doing some maintenance on his vehicle. I offered to help.
He checked the oil with his dip stick.
I checked the gas cap.
All systems looked good.
Bo was ready to hit the road.
Before he left we compared our fur coats.
While I've been focusing on my Japanese study, it has been quite a week for fashion at the bluffs. The weather may be cold, but it has not stifled bluffgoers' enthusiasm for beauty and style.
First I saw a dog in a flashy racing outfit.
Then I noticed a fashion shoot taking place.
The models kindly interrupted their poses to spend a moment letting me adulate them.
Finally, I ran into my friend Gucci having a grooming session on the bench.
The weather was not great but Gucci's hairstyle looked chic and up-to-the-minute.
Perhaps it's shallow, but I must admit I've enjoyed hobnobbing with all these beauty insiders. It makes for a good break from my studies.
