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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”!

I’d talk about how abhorrent The Lovely Bones is, but I prefer to discuss pleasant things. Like the fact that we’ve all kicked off a three-day weekend. Like the fact that I came home to a cheeky tomboy with a gorgeous bouquet of blush roses just for me, and lasagna baking in the oven, and an array of tiny Haagen-Dazs cups of ice cream in the freezer, bottles of bubbly chilling in the fridge and fat, happy cinnamon rolls waiting to be baked in the morning for breakfast. Very pleasant things.

I’m going to curl up with my newest collection of locally penned shorts (Instant City, Issue No. 6, snagged at Gypsy Honeymoon in the Mission) in bed, with a brand new sparkling cocktail that is so, so good: splash of spiced pear vodka (ours is crafted by Hangar One, of course), splash of raspberry pink lemonade, topped with your sparkling beverage of choice. Not-too-sweet, perfectly crisp and refreshing!

Please to meet the wonderfully brilliant and gorgeous Kate. She came to stay with us for a few days and we had some excellent SF adventures together. The photos above are from a nice little walkabout we had through the Mission, in search of carnitas by the pound, chili/salt/lemon-drenched mango slices and Humphrey’s Secret Breakfast ice cream. It was overcast and cold, but we bundled up and dragged our hungover asses through the Mission and were met with much success (and an angry drunk, but that is neither here nor there). We stopped to take a few photos by some of the many, many amazing murals that can be found in our ‘hood.

Below, you’ll find Kate & I all sassed up and ready to go dancing. The tomboy snapped these before an epic night of Osha Thai (Kate ordered this massive fried rice dish served in half a pineapple! We all drank lychee cocktails!), a George Michael singalong at the Lexington and shaking what our mama gave us at Cockblock. It was all very wonderful and we had enough fun for the entire mafia. And then some.