Gardening is cyclical, so when fashion mirrors nature, shouldn’t it too follow in a cycle? That’s the theme behind this awesome Etsy find—a rosette necklace made from recycled T-shirts by CreativityIsMessy. Best of all, it’s made to order, so choose your rose color (lavender, pink, and charcoal are some nice options) and then select a hue for the ribbon. Here’s the kind of piece we’d totally be into DIY-ing ourselves if we had the time … but since the price is pretty affordable at $28, we’d probably let someone else do the job (a way better one at that).
If you’ve not previously encountered Aimee Mullins, she’s a pretty extraordinary woman. Born without fibulae, she had her legs amputated below the knee as a toddler. She went on to become a track and field star, a model and muse for designer Alexander McQueen, and performed in artist Matthew Barney’s “Cremaster 3″ movie. In a recent interview, she discusses McQueen’s death, how she “uses her birth-given disability to make others see what is possible when they rethink their notions of beauty and opportunity,” and what makes her a lucky girl. [Of the Minute] Keep reading »
If you enjoyed the clandestine sex scenes between Pete Campbell and Rory Gilmore, we mean Beth Dawes, on “Mad Men” this season, you’ll be pleased to know that these two may be carrying on off set as well. Allegedly, Vincent Kartheiser and Alexis Bledel were spotted canoodling on a flight from JFK to LAX yesterday. Although they haven’t let on about the relationship, if it is true, we think it’s kind of cute. As long as neither of them are involved with other people and she doesn’t do it in fur, why not? BUT and this comes with a big BUT, dating your TV co-star is a risky move. No matter how many times we warn them, TV show stars keep falling in love with each other—knowing full well that if it doesn’t work out that they’re stuck working with their ex for seasons to come. Here are a few television showmance casualties. We hope Vincent and Alexis don’t succumb to the same fate. [ONTD]
Is it just us, or are Uggs experiencing some form of horrible mutation? After the original came the colors—pink, purple, and the like. Then there was Jimmy Choo‘s studded and fringed monstrosity. And now this: sparkly, sequined Ugg boots. People, stop the Uggsanity! [High Snobette] Keep reading »
The irony is that vanity is what gets a lot of us ladies to start smoking. We take it up most likely ’cause we think we look sultry while puffing away, or we like that lighting up keeps us from snacking so our jeans look sexier on our rumps. Well, according to a study just published in the British Journal Of Health Psychology, said vanity is perhaps the most effective tactic for getting women to quit smoking, too. Staffordshire University researchers used state-of-the-art age progression technology to show 47 women, between the ages of 18 and 34, what their faces would look like in the future if they continue to smoke. The horrifying sight of smoking-induced wrinkles on their future faces prompted two-thirds of the subjects to vow to quit. Keep reading »
As 2010 edges to a close, dirty minds like mine think not of the resolutions I failed to follow through on. No, I reflect back on when, exactly, was the best sex I had all year. Was it that night in the hotel room in upstate New York? Anytime after I brought home a new water-based lube? That time he did that thing which I think might be illegal in Texas?
I want to say my best sex moment was when Amelia gifted me with a brand-spankin’-new Trojan Vibrating Tri-Phoria vibrator, which was sent to her at the office. It has eight settings — yes, eight! But I think if I said my best sex moment came from a vibrator, my boyfriend would be pissed. So I’ll say the best sex this year was pretty much anytime we did the magical “scissors” position. (How do I explain this one? He lies on his side and lifts one leg up like scissors opening vertically, while you lie on your back, spread your legs like scissors opening horizontally and put his thingy in your thingy. It’s an AMAZING position, at least for me!)
Because I’m nothing if not nosy, I checked in with other Frisky writers to find out what was their best sex of 2010. Our dirtiest deed deets, after the jump: Keep reading »