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Dooce and the Mr.’s Clog Wars

June 26, 2006 at 11:38 am by Designer Ella

Dooce and Mr. Dooce, aka Heather and Jon Armstrong (the male form being from Blurbomat), have engaged in The War of the Clogs.

It’s more lighthearted than the prickly one of Roses, but to me—and probably to Heather—it’s serious. The Clog Wars is a battle to rid hubby’s feet (and apparently Doggie Armstrong’s [also see him in pink sandals]) of Crocs brand clogs.

It started on June 20th, with the last fight ending in blood (and great cinematography!).

Is it yet over??? Will Heather rid Jon of his nasty footwear habits??? Well, the fashion bloggers have started to petition on her side. My comment to Jon, who said this,

It was a hard fought battle, a battle for freedom and dignity.

There is no dignity when Crocs clogs are on the feet!

Footnote: Oww, I need to find a blogger husband. Although I wouldn’t make it to minute 2 of the first date if he wore Crocs. Snobby me! I would like an aesthetic-minded blogger nerd with classically refined taste.

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Dream Fashion for the “Ever After”

June 26, 2006 at 12:43 am by Designer Ella

That macabre poet, Style Bard, asked what is surprisingly my very most favorite Carnivale of Couture question;

In what clothes and accessories would you like to be buried?

I actually have thought about this a bit before, and I have quite the approach to my decisions.

I want what I can’t wear alive.

I want painful, painful, painful and fabulous shoes! High, high heels by who other but Manolo Blahnik (chosen for the fab factor, but let’s face it, his shoes are no sneaks)! These 3 ½” high Mary Janes with rhinestone are perfect, no? And they really make for a classy ever after statement.

As for a dress, I want whatever will come along as my favorite throughout my years. But it will be what fits my perfect body. I will gain old age weight (after dropping my [late hit] “puberty” weight in time soon to come, natch) and surely shrink to below even 4′11″. Either my body will be squushed in or we’ll make it fit.

Everything else, diamonds, pearls … I shall have my loved ones use some of my dearly parting money to ensure I have items I could not afford while living.

A bag? Moi? I’m not sure I can stand to see a handbag go in the ground with dirt and bugs. In fact, yes, I think I would like to be frozen … in that Snow White coffin mentioned on Style Bard? Why, yes, thank you!

If life says I can’t, then I must!

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