I think Ashley of The Bachelorette would call this line “as cool as a cucumber.”
Ok, SO, happy Thursday afternoon, loveys! Hope you’re doing fabulously well. :) I happen to have Ellie Goulding on my mind this week, because Honey and I are attending her concert later this month. MODERATELY EXCITED. I’ve been keeping it a secret from him, which is kinda weird since I think I’m probably the bigger fan here, but whatever he finally got me to spill the beans on the *mystery thing* we’re doing in late July, and it got me thinking of another Ellie. Well, Elie, to be exact. Ok shut up Alison it’s Elie Saab, I’m talking about Elie Saab. I don’t know why I took you through those sentence shenanigans just now. I was trying to segue in a delightful way but it didn’t work out. Dumb. Or as my Mom would say, stupido (she is of German descent; correct, that does not explain it). Anywho, Ellie the rockstar (and, as you’ll remember, the backup choice to Adele for Wills and The Artist formerly known as Miss Middleton’s wedding reception) got me thinking of Elie the designer, and what he’s been up to lately.
Well, IT’S A LOT. HE’S BEEN UP TO A LOT, it turns out. This guy is fashionably ON TIME, MUTHAF***AS. And let me be the first to say that, well… ok actually this might need a set-up. Aright, so you remember those ball pits they used to have outside at all those side-of-the-road McDonalds’ establishments? I dunno if they still exist, on account of all the peeing and the suffocating and the sueing and the this and the that. (You really can TOTALLY get away with peeing in there. You can probably totally get away with asphyxiating, too, so it’s probably for the best that they’re gone – wait, they’re gone, right?) ANYWIZZLE, all of that was in order to say that my adult dream would be to jump a la ‘Duck Tales’ into a sea of sequins, beading and glitter, in a fully duck-feather-lined-jumpsuit to avoid any lacerations, and spend about 15 minutes in there until I got kinda tired and wanted to just go sit down and eat my Chicken McNuggets already.
↑ This is the only kind of *pilly* look that I can get behind. I wish my overwashed years old clothes would come out of the machine like this. I wonder if Elie Saab could make a washing machine. Ok I promise you guys I’m not smoking something right now.
Yeah. That. ALLLLLL o’ that. In my house, right now. Sound good, Elie? I can call you that, right Elie? Oh, no? I can’t – I can’t call you Elie? Oh, umm, ok, yeah, my bad. We cool though, right? Yeah we cool, I’m sure we’re cool. See you this weekend though, right? No? Aright, yeah no biggie, you go do your thang and I’ll stay here! Aright, yeah! Awesome.
Oh, and my Bambino let me know it’s Bastille Day, so uhhh, happy that to all our French readers! Sorry about naming Bambino something Italian. It’s just that “Le Bébé” felt a bit pretentious and didn’t fit the sillybilly name quality we were after. Though Bébé de Pantalon probably would have been fun to work with. BLAST. It would have been!
By the way, I’m not even that sure how Bastille Day is celebrated; dis-moi? Though I’ve heard it involves lots of people dressing up in white, so that of course floats my boat across the entire Atlantic Ocean.
Sooo… any favorites? Or are you like me, and completely willing to wear a blindfold and pick a dress out of a bag, sight unseen and wear it to the Oscars if you’re invited because they’re ALL THAT GOOD. Excited to hear what you guys think. :)
xoxo! – Alison