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My first thoughts upon seeing (yes, late, as ever) the Liberty of London collection for Target:

1. ALL YOUR FLORAL TEAPOTS ARE BELONG TO US. Seriously, I’ll have to be physically stopped from buying them in every pattern, because I’m mental like that.

2. ZOMFG, that bike comes in a blue floral. Hotsauce. What if it’s in black and white, too?! HOW WILL I CHOOSE?!

3. Her hair is so interesting. Fluffy. (Would the clothes look less appealing with flat, shiny, ultra-straight hair, I wonder?) Also, I want to see some of these pieces on a black girl, pronto. Not that I don’t appreciate the whole lily white thing – femmes come in all the colors of the rainbow, after all – but some of these softer, lighter, feather-y colors would look sososo gorgeous against darker skin tones, and I can almost see it in my mind’s eye but, you know, I’d rather look at pretty pictures.

Like on this girl, at right:

Am I right? I’m totally right. Put her in the romper, the buttery yellow dress and one of the maxis. Dreamy. Also? I want to be at whatever tea party they’re having.

4. I don’t know what that probably-see-through romper-nightie looking thing is exactly, but can I pretty please wear it in public on hot summer days if it isn’t too scandalous? OK, great.

5. Last but not least, if M gets a hunter-themed room in the house, surely I deserve one that is purely Liberty of London-themed. It is only fair, no? Exactly.

I was just so excited about it all that I had to share it with y’all. I felt it a pressing obligation and hope you enjoyed it.

This concludes the LOL for Target stylegasm. Thanks for joining us!

PS. Don’t forget to vote today!

PPS. Don’t forget to scroll down if you missed last night’s late post, “Pearls & Curls”!

Palettes! THESE ARE A LOT OF COLORS. But it works.

I’ve had this really fabulous Kenneth Cold necklace forever and as far as I can tell, it’s made a single, sad little appearance on this blog.

I still remember buying it!

M & I were at this amazing, super industrial outlet store near our old place – in its heyday, I’d leave with an armful of shoes, and its slow decline saddened me – and I saw it in the glass case. The brown leather is unbelievably supple and buttery, and the little pearls randomly strewn through out this textured silver, well, I died. Of course, I took it home, never once suspecting it’d end up around my waist one day.

I love it this way and probably ought to have more faith in its construction, but I was a little afraid all my rigorous running around and climbing up and down rickety old stepladders might break it. It turns out fate would take care of that for me, when I spilled a shitload of cooking oil all over the front of the dress whilst preparing for dinner with poor scientist. will blog for food, requiring a head-to-toe wardrobe change.

It happens to the best of us, right? Or maybe just me. Hm.

Hey, are you voting daily? You know, to help FFAF win a richly deserved 2009 Lezzy Award? WELL, GEEZ, GET VOTING ALREADY!

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I am still in total and complete shock that Fit For A Femme made it through the nominations rounds to end up competing with super big dogs like Autostraddle (also up for Best New Blog) and Dorothy Surrenders (a repeat Lezzy Award winner) for the 2009 Culture / Entertainment Lezzy Award! It’s amazing. Just being here flanked by the awesomeness of those two is totally amazing and so, so fantastic.

I need to profusely thank The Lesbian Lifestyle for putting the Lezzys on every year. I need to lavish thanks and praise and admiration for each and every reader and supporter out there who nominated FFAF, or who comments here, reads here, spreads the word and of course, to the thousands and thousands and thousands of you who will vote for me DAILY over the next week, thank you. VOTE LIKE HELL, Y’ALL! (But remember, only one vote per day. Don’t be all greedy. This isn’t…hm, well maybe it is the online lesbian Olympics. Go figure!)

I so want to be praising Dolly up on my fancy internet stage in a dramatic gown next Wednesday for seeing to it that Fit For A Femme won a big, shiny Lezzy. Y’all know how I like big, shiny things.

XOXO,

A very grateful and humbled FFAF ?

Yesterday, I discovered that Fit For A Femme was nominated for a 2009 Lezzy Award in the Culture & Entertainment category. What news! Happiness and an achievement in and of itself.

Alas, I need each and every one of you to click on the image above to get to The Lesbian Lifestyle, where nominations continue untilmidnight on Sunday. We have just over 24 hours to make sure that Fit For A Femme gets enough nominations to make it through to the voting round! Only the top 3 nominated blogs in each category will go on to the voting round, so nominate your hearts out, and ask your friends and lovers to nominate, too!

If I make it through, I’ll post a poll on what you really, really, really, really, really want to see on FFAF, and the winning idea will get exactly what they ask for!

Love,

FFAF

Howdy, kittens! This day was strange. It began shrouded in fog and sadly, a local tragedy. When we woke up this morning, we could hear the non-stop fog horns on all the cargo ships out in the bay, coming and going from the Port of Oakland, under the Golden Gate Bridge. We’re pretty far from the water, so it was kind of spooky and magical. M got the alert about the power being down as she dropped me off at the office (wearing a sweater!), and headed back home to wait it out while I worked.

Fast-forward four or so hours. 30 minutes south a town and company on the cusp of their IPO and surely the family of the crash victims began to pick up the pieces. The lethal fog had lifted completely, leaving the sweet, warm sun to shine down on the city. It lapped it up. M picked me up. We lapped it up! She and I decided a day this spectacular didn’t deserve squandering, and so we packed up and headed out into the world for a reading date. Our first thought was Atlas Cafe – they have such a great little back patio. Then, I remembered Pilsner Inn’s lovely little courtyard and we decided reading over beers at 3PM was far superior to reading over iced mochas. Alas, Pilsner Inn had workers toiling away back there, with loud machines and sawdust (and carting in, I think, a Creature from the Black Lagoon arcade game!), so we bid the bartender adieu and made our way down the street.

After snapping a few pics of intriguing local scenery (cherry blossoms, painted deer (above, being air-shot by M), scooters with giant wooden boxes affixed to the rear), I remembered Cafe Flore in the Castro! It was perfect. We quickly took up a carafe of margaritas and a small table. Nouvelle Vague played quietly in the back of my mind. The sky shone blue, blue, blue and it was heavenly.

Two more days until Flourish’s one-year anniversary party! It’s going to be fabulous. We can’t wait.

PS. I know. I pegged my jeans. I couldn’t help it. I felt a gripping need to show some ankle.

Praise Dolly! The sun came out in a glorious way today! Not in that wintry, deceptive, incapable-of-penetrating-the-chill way, but in an honest-to-God Springtime sort of way. It was lovely. To be completely honest, I’ve been wearing this dress around the house like a muumuu or house dress, or a hearty old slip, so when it was time to put on proper clothes, I just tossed on the leggings and jacket and scooped my hair into a ponytail. Voila! It felt sinful and fantastic.

When we stepped out onto our little street to take these photos (M is really coming into her own as a style photographer), the kittens were out, the trees were green, bumblebees buzzed, I sipped my whiskey sour and reapplied my very red Besame lipstick with very red nails. Spring and I went at it hot and heavy. Alas, I fear the cold will come and go until it warms back up in earnest, but that’s OK. Today was wonderful.

So, spit it out! What are your big Valentine’s Day plans? We’re going to be lazy bears until the early evening, with small bites and cocktails at Annabelle’s and then to a “Share The Love” party being thrown by a friend of hers and her loverbird. It should be dreamy!

Of course, FFAF wouldn’t even be worth if not for y’all, so here’s a big wet lipstick-y femme kiss from me to you! XO!

It is Friday! Pardon my weeklong absence, dear readers. I’ve missed you!

We are upon a three-day holiday weekend, which is wonderful because I’ve scarcely had time enough to recover from the last.

Last night M & I celebrated five years, to the day, of the exact night that we met, with French 75s and premature Valentine’s Day candies.

Yesterday morning I woke up (late, of course, bangs sticking straight up, shuffling sleepily from the bedroom to the french press and my – well, M’s – laptop) to a world without Lee Alexander McQueen, a true genius, a would-be visionary, a brilliant legend. Ever the late bloomer, I explained to a dear friend that it wasn’t until it dawned on me that I was a lesbian, at long last in my very early twenties, when I truly became interested in fashion. Not in any deliberate, studied way, at least not that I can remember. So it’s really just the last decade or so that I have lived with this heightened sense of it all, the awe and skepticism and obscurity and blatantness.

It is more than enough time to recognize that the man was really and truly something else. It’s not fair to lose that mind and all the incredible, staggering, in-your-face beauty it produced. Loving what he made often required you to bend and twist your mind in ways other designers haven’t and won’t, and I’ll miss it all dearly.

You were beautiful and terrible, McQueen.

Y’all love hard on Sunday, you hear?!?!

Because I said so.

PS. Silly me. The ring is also Laundry by Shelli Segal and the gloves are vintage.