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  • October 10, 2012   Published ~ 12 years ago.

    Petite Fille

    Cami named her adopted cat Fille, the French word for girl. I took several years of French in high school and college, and I was under the impression that the correct pronunciation is FIYA. Cami keeps correcting me and telling me it’s pronounced FEE. Doesn’t really matter because Marlo refers to the cat at Squirtle.

    Squirtle.

    The fuck.

    Just say that name a few times. SQUIRTLE. Now think of her lisp. Your face just involuntarily smiled, didn’t it?


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    by dooce in Daily Photo

    © Armstrong Media, LLC. All rights reserved. Originally published by Heather B. Armstrong for dooce.com as Petite Fille. This post cannot be republished without express written permission.


  • October 5, 2012   Published ~ 12 years ago.

    Cloud Gate

    I had a few minutes while in Chicago yesterday to run up and take a few shots of Cloud Gate, aka The Bean, a sculpture in the middle of Millennium Park that reflects and distorts the city’s skyline. Beans, beans, good for your heart! Even though they aren’t on the Paleo diet!


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    by dooce in Daily Photo

    © Armstrong Media, LLC. All rights reserved. Originally published by Heather B. Armstrong for dooce.com as Cloud Gate. This post cannot be republished without express written permission.


  • October 5, 2012   Published ~ 12 years ago.

    Sixties inspired

    “Second orange dress of the week I know, but there is an explanation! I was looking at Louis Vuitton’s Spring 2013 Ready to Wear show last night and I got inspired. If you haven’t seen it go here and check it out. It’s fabulous!”

    If I still had my pixie haircut I’d steal that dress.

    Dress: Vintage (similar here)
    Coat: Vintage
    Tights: H&M (similar here)
    Boots: Vintage (similar here & here)
    Purse: Vintage (similar here & here)
    Sunnies: House of Harlow

    (You can find Cami here.)


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    by dooce in Daily Style

    © Armstrong Media, LLC. All rights reserved. Originally published by Heather B. Armstrong for dooce.com as Sixties inspired. This post cannot be republished without express written permission.


  • October 4, 2012   Published ~ 12 years ago.

    East of Michigan Avenue

    I’m on a plane back home to Utah from Chicago right now, another one of those less-than-24-hours-in-a-city type trips that is living up to its history of wrecking me because I can feel a violent itch climbing up the back of my throat and a few of my limbs are trying to give out. I’m going to go ahead and wave a white flag today and sit back with a few games of solitaire, maybe try to gather some strength for tomorrow or read something totally trashy.

    Delta’s in-flight wifi won’t care if I google “tasteful porn” right?

    Cool. Forget solitaire.

    (Oh, wait! Forget tasteful porn, the guy in the aisle seat who has been asleep for the last hour just got up, so now I can go use the restroom! THIS IS THE BEST DAY OF MY LIFE!!!)

    by dooce in Daily

    © Armstrong Media, LLC. All rights reserved. Originally published by Heather B. Armstrong for dooce.com as East of Michigan Avenue. This post cannot be republished without express written permission.


  • October 4, 2012   Published ~ 12 years ago.

    Marina City

    This is the view from my hotel in Chicago and it also happens to be the cover art for one of my favorite albums, Yankee Hotel Foxtrot by Wilco. The light when I got here last night was terrible and I didn’t know if I’d be able to get a good shot of these corncob towers. Thank you, Illinois, for the good weather this morning. That was mighty kind of you.


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    by dooce in Daily Photo

    © Armstrong Media, LLC. All rights reserved. Originally published by Heather B. Armstrong for dooce.com as Marina City. This post cannot be republished without express written permission.


  • October 4, 2012   Published ~ 12 years ago.

    Royalty

    I don’t know where Marlo go this necklace, but when she saw me draping it over Chuck’s head she was about to make a fuss but then changed her mind.

    “He’ths a KEEN!” she squealed.

    “A king?” I asked.

    “YESTH! A KEEN!”

    And I decided right then that if anyone comes along and tries to fix that lisp I will have to find somewhere to hide the body.


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    by dooce in Daily Chuck

    © Armstrong Media, LLC. All rights reserved. Originally published by Heather B. Armstrong for dooce.com as Royalty. This post cannot be republished without express written permission.


  • October 3, 2012   Published ~ 12 years ago.

    All pain is relative

    I’m on a plane to Chicago to attend to some business meetings for the next couple of days and as usual I fell asleep during takeoff. I woke up only because I guess my body involuntarily jerked and I kicked the underside of the seat in front of me so hard that the top of my foot started bleeding. The woman next to me totally could have thought, great. Just my luck that I’m sitting next this wackadoo, except she didn’t even notice because she’s watching a tai chi video on her iPad AND SHE IS MIMICKING ALL THE MOVES. IN THE MIDDLE SEAT OF AN AIRPLANE. Her outstretched arm just came within three inches of my face. People have got to be like, what in the ever loving hell is going on in row 14?

    If anyone asks I’m just going to shrug and tell them that we’re Mormon.

    Could be a lot worse. We could be butt chuggers.

    Anyway.

    While I’m away my mother is picking up both girls and taking them to her cabin for a weekend getaway, a vacation she’s been planning for a few weeks. I never should have mentioned this to Leta when my mother first mentioned it to me because she has pretty much talked about nothing else since then. She’s all, when? When? When? And I’m all, I can’t hear you! What? I’ve gone deaf! Help!

    As I kissed her goodbye this morning I told her to have a great time, to listen to my mom and be nice to her sister. She huffed and puffed and let out a little whine, so I pulled back to look her in the face.

    “What’s wrong?” I asked. “I thought you were exited to go?”

    “I am,” she said. “It’s just… when we get there I’ll have to eat and sleep at some point.”

    I shook my head to clear my brain because I mistakenly thought she said she was going to have to eat and sleep.

    “I’m sorry, I didn’t hear what you said.”

    “I HATE eating and sleeping,” she explained. “Whenever I do those things I have to stop playing. Those are the worst things in the world.”

    The worst things in the world.

    I cupped her face with my hand and told her I understood, that she was going to have a good time regardless of those horrible, boring things.

    If only I could take the eating and sleeping away from her. If only I could ease that pain. That agony. And then hoard it all for myself and give seventeen blow jobs to a box of chocolate cupcakes after waking up from a ten-hour nap.

    by dooce in Daily, Leta, Parenthood

    © Armstrong Media, LLC. All rights reserved. Originally published by Heather B. Armstrong for dooce.com as All pain is relative. This post cannot be republished without express written permission.


  • October 3, 2012   Published ~ 12 years ago.

    Selective hearing

    So, not only is this asshole a selective smeller, he responds to certain sounds or commands only when he thinks it’s necessary. I can stand in the backyard and scream his name for five minutes before he will walk AS SLOWLY AS POSSIBLE out from the bushes that line the back fence. But if he hears me insert a memory card into the camera? The noise that indicates he will perform something totally stupid and be rewarded with cheese? BOOM. I was standing at the top of the stairs when I turned the camera on, and he appeared not two seconds later.

    I am nothing but a treat delivery service to him.

    Animals are WAY worse than kids, people contemplating getting a puppy.


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    by dooce in Daily Chuck

    © Armstrong Media, LLC. All rights reserved. Originally published by Heather B. Armstrong for dooce.com as Selective hearing. This post cannot be republished without express written permission.


  • October 3, 2012   Published ~ 12 years ago.

    Leather jacket

    I am loving this look, especially in the shot to the right. It’s like, yeah. I know. It’s exhausting having to be this fabulous all the time.

    (Cami, Marlo is pretty upset that you haven’t brought the kitten over this week. Minus ten points FOR YOU.)

    Leather jacket: Vintage (similar here)
    Shirt: Thrifted
    Skirt: ASOS
    Booties: ZARA (similar here)
    Clutch: Vintage (similar here)
    Sunnies: Thrifted (similar here)
    Necklaces: Susan Hanover Designs (for OCTOBER enter DIAMONDS and get 50% off faux diamond discs and crown jewels collection!)

    (You can find Cami here.)


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    by dooce in Daily Style

    © Armstrong Media, LLC. All rights reserved. Originally published by Heather B. Armstrong for dooce.com as Leather jacket. This post cannot be republished without express written permission.


  • October 3, 2012   Published ~ 12 years ago.

    Burfly shirt

    She’s almost outgrown her favorite shirt and it’s almost too cold to keep wearing it anyway. I didn’t know it would hurt to watch my younger child become to big to wear certain clothes. There’s no sibling to hand this down to. She’s it.

    And life goes on whether or not you want it to.


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    by dooce in Daily Photo

    © Armstrong Media, LLC. All rights reserved. Originally published by Heather B. Armstrong for dooce.com as Burfly shirt. This post cannot be republished without express written permission.


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