Never go in against an eight-year-old when flowers are on the line.
Or a Sicilian when death is. Vizzini might not take you down, but Sophia totally will. She’s killed before. Since I seem to be on a wedding kick, I remembered … Continue reading
Rococo dresses are like potato chips. You can’t have just one.
Also, they’re ruffly. And possibly salty, based on the difficulty of cleaning. Forget I said that last bit, it’s gross. True, but gross. Because swinging is super fun, but … Continue reading
Which was the term in his day, so stop giving me side-eye.
Aaaand here‘s a nice page on Poiret, one of the earlier designers to just plain ignore what humans are shaped like in favour of whatever oddly flanged column he felt … Continue reading
Special request! Which I sort of failed at.
A certain friend who shall be forever (or at least for this post) know as Lrequested a cartoon with this caption, with Neurotic Owl running off to an adventure. Simple, … Continue reading
And the party will be stripey.
Seriously, who doesn’t love the ridiculous glittery fashion elf who is Betsey Johnson? She’s like the magical love child of Lisa Frank and Tim Burton, but more awesome.When people talk … Continue reading
This is a rerun, because I’m too filled with rage to draw a cartoon about Hobby Lobby, and can’t talk about anything else today.
You’ve all heard by now, I’m sure. 5 of the 9 supreme court justices (unsurprisingly all men) have decided that corporations can have religious objections to, oh, say, women getting … Continue reading
In the continuing list of inanimate objects and other non-human things I’ve said I’d marry.
Those would be my black heels, which were worn out five years ago, but are so freaking comfortable that I just can’t let them go until I’ve found a suitable … Continue reading
Neurotic Owl 