this will not stand!

People, I can only take so much.  I am thisclose to what they used to call a nervous breakdown and I can't take much more.  Believe me, it won't be pretty when they commit me, because I'm sure my iPhone will be taken away and let's not even discuss life without my accessories.  Seriously.

As much as it hurts to type these words, I have to talk about it.  This is not news I would want you to hear from anyone else or even worse, on the street.  Twentieth Century Fox is remaking Girls Just Want to Have Fun, the 1985 classic starring Sarah Jessica Parker, Helen Hunt, and Shannen Doherty.  For the love of leg warmers, I don't think I can take it.  You do remember the movie, don't you? 

Janey (SJP) is the new girl in her Chicago Catholic school and her dream is to be on DanceTV, an 80's American Bandstand, if you will.  She becomes BFFs with Lynne (Helen Hunt) and they audtion for spots on the show.  Janey is paired with boy-from-the-wrong-side-of-the-tracks, Jeff, and they practice their dance at night when Janey sneaks out of her house.  When her Army dad finds out about her auditioning, he loses it and goes down to DanceTV to put his foot down.  Of course, when he sees Janey dance he realizes she is a star and Janey and Jeff win spots on the show.  But really, the description is nothing compared to the first-rate acting, costumes, Helen Hunt's accessories (come to think of it, this movie may have been my introduction to accessories), and –hello– a pre-teen Shannen Doherty!

Here's your refresher course:


Sweet mother of Ogilvie Home Perms, that is pure 80's.  It doesn't get more cheesetastic that that, my friends.  GJWTHF is a period piece.  It cannot be remade!  Please, as if that movie could be made in this decade.  It cannot be done.  And who, pray tell will play Janey?  So help me, if they cast Miley Cyrus I will go Crazy White Girl on Twentieth Century Fox.  I'm not kidding.  I would not kid about something like this.  I'm sure one of the Disney tweens or teens will be cast and no one can hold a candle to SJP or Helen Hunt's character, Lynne the class clown who breaks out with "Day-o" in the middle of choir practice.  I haven't even mentioned some of the best lines from an movie of the 80's. 

When Helen Hunt does and outfit quick-change, "Velcro. Next to the Walkman and Tab it is the coolest invention of the 20th century!" 

The DanceTV guy on the dance costumes, "Oh, I like this. Sort of Rebel Without a Cause meets Sound of Music… you're taking a fashion risk. I like that."

Anywalkman, I have little faith in the filmmakers attempting this remake.  No good can come of this.  I expect the new version to pimp out every Disney Channel kid wannabe in Hollywood to try to make GJWTHF into some High School Musical clone.  And I promise, if they cast Zac Efron as Jeff — no, I can't imagine it.  I don't have to tell you that makes me ill.  My other thought is that they might try to make it a serious film.  It's not a musical, it's not trying to be West Side Story, it's a fun movie for fun times.  Speaking of fun — here's the best fun scene of the movie, when the girls make copies of the rich girl's sweet sixteen party invitation and give invites to some trannies, punks, female body-builders, and hot messes in general.  Love that.  Sure, the Cyndi Lauper song is bastardized, but I forgive. 

tunes you need Tuesday: queen of soul edition

EDIT:  I'm not sure what was going on with the audio clips, but I've fixed them.  Sorry for the weird permission pop-ups some of you received, looks like the blog went crazy for a bit.

It's been a rough couple or three weeks for your favorite redheaded blogger.  In times like these I turn to the woman I consider to be my sort-of fairy godmother of music, Aretha Franklin.  Aretha has been with me through some tough times and she always has good advice through song (and no, it's not just because of "Dr. Feelgood").  Her voice is like a soothing salve to the heartbroken and hurt, and there is no emotion that she hasn't lent that amazing voice to.  The Queen's discography reads like a best-of "That's What I Call Gospel/Rock/R&B!" album — which only exists on my iPod. 

Unless you've just come from Amish country and my blog was your first stop on the Interwebs, you've at least heard Aretha on the radio.  If you weren't fortunate enough to grow up with Aretha as your musical fairy godmother, here's an excerpt of her accomplishments from her Wikipedia entry:

Franklin is one of the most honored artists by the Grammy Awards, with 20 Grammys to date, which include the Living Legend Grammy and the Lifetime Achievement Grammy. She also sang at the presidential inauguration of 44th President of the United States Barack Obama. She has scored a total of 20 #1 singles on the Billboard R&B Singles Chart, two of which also became #1 hits on the Billboard Hot 100: "Respect" (1967) and "I Knew You Were Waiting (For Me)" (1987), a duet with George Michael. Since 1961, Franklin has scored a total of 45 "Top 40" hits on the Billboard Hot 100 chart.

In 1987, Franklin became the first female artist to be entered into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame.[3]

And my personal favorite, in what had to be the highlight of George W. Bush's presidency, he awarded  Aretha the Presidential Medal of Freedom in 2005.  Yeah, that's awesome.  Her voice was also declared a "natural resource" of her home state of Michigan.  Not bad for a preacher's daughter from Detroit.  And no, she wasn't on the Motown label.  Her first single with Atlantic Records was 1967's "I Never Loved a Man (The Way That I Love You)" and I thought you might enjoy that performance from her "Lady Soul" television special from 1968.  I remember watching the rebroadcast of the special several times starting at the age of 11 and memorizing the hand motions of Aretha's backup singers. 


When I thought about what I would write about Aretha Franklin, her greatest hits ran through my head, but I thought it would be an injustice to simply give you clips of "Respect," "Chain of Fools," and "(You Make Me Feel Like a) Natural Woman."  Although those are all some of the best songs in the history of ever, I suspect that some of my readers have never heard some of her other superfantastic songs.  The B-side to "I Never Loved a Man" was "Do Right Woman, Do Right Man," and it is one of my favorites.  Have a listen. 

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Was I right?  How good is that?  If you liked that song, go download "Dr. Feelgood" as well.  The last line of the song is worth the 99 cents, trust me — I've been singing it in the car like a fool for years. 

Before you think Aretha had all of her success in the 60's, must I remind you of her cameo in The Blues Brothers?  Maybe this will refresh your memory.

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I don't have to tell you that's my favorite scene in the movie.  The 80's were good to Aretha and she gave us some good times.  There were duets with Annie Lennox from the Eurythmics and the song that would top my duet list for karaoke — "I Knew You Were Waiting For Me" with George Michael. 
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Now, if that isn't the fabulous 80's I don't know what is.  Not only have I had my hair cut like Aretha's in that video, I believe I also had the doorknocker earrings and I covet her gold lame skirt.  Seriously.  And is George just delicious in that?  Shut up, he was.  The hair, the jacket, the jeans, the voice — love 80's George. 

Back to Aretha.  By now you know I love this woman and what she has contributed to music, but you should know that she is still influencing today's artists.  Last year Fantasia recorded with Aretha and John Legend, but I chose her song "A Rose is Still a Rose" from 1998 with Lauryn Hill on back-up for you to listen to.  This song went gold and echoes back  to her earlier songs about heartache and relationships, something Aretha is clearly at home singing about.  She's had this to say about her music, "If a song's about something I've experienced or that
could've happened to me it's good. But if it's alien to me, I couldn't
lend anything to it. Because that's what soul is all about."
  How true. 

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So, that's what I love about Aretha Franklin.  She is the best.  And she also gave the world the best big girl quote ever, "I'm a big woman.  I need big hair."  I love that woman.  Remember earlier in this post when I told you to get "Dr. Feelgood"?   I can't think of a better way to end this post than with that song, 'cause good God-a-mighty the man sure makes me feel real good. 

what’s on the mind of this SAHM©

This post is sure to reflect the odd place where my brain is right now.  I'm not operating at a level to string together enough thoughts for a real post, so enjoy what are the random thoughts in my brain on a late Monday night.

The Happening was the best Marky Mark movie I've seen this year.  It is also the only Marky Mark movie I've seen this year.  No, it wasn't worth my time.

AB said "creative death penalty" this afternoon and those three words struck me as three of the saddest words I've ever heard.

Switching medicications sucks.

Why was there a Splenda packet in my bathroom?

It's Free Rootbeer Float night at Sonic on Wednesday — just saw the commercial.

I really want a cookie.  There are no cookies in the house. 

My uterus feels like it may just fall out and right now I wouldn't care in the least. 

I need a haircut.  I don't think I've had a haircut since October.  I forget to make appointments and I hope my hairstylist doesn't think I'm cheating on her with another stylist.    I think of this every time I pass my salon (which is 2 miles from my house, so I pass it almost every day).

I spend too much time worrying about stupid crap. 

My walk-in closet is not at the present time. 

I accidentally bought ABC's Greatest Hits the other day on iTunes.  Once you have the 4 or so hits, there is really no reason to have the rest of the album.  I already had the 4 hits previous to this purchase. 

My new swimsuit came today.  I tried it on and pretty much look like the Virtual Model.  I got two tops and they both smush (smoosh?) my boobs down.  Oh well.

It really bothers me that I bought the wrong toilet paper last week. 

On our tenth anniversary I started wearing the anniversary ring Scott bought for me instead of my wedding set.  When water gets under the ring it makes a blister on the sides of my finger.  I took a shower with the ring on yesterday and now have a blister.  I am an idiot because I do this at least twice a month. 

When the hubs told me he sent a resume to a company in my hometown I thought I would have a panic attack.  It's not the town itself.  There are many reasons for my anxiety.  Fancy a guess?  Yes, that is one.  No, I'm not telling you the other reasons.

I'm really looking forward to Bret Easton Ellis' new novel Imperial Bedrooms, due out next year.  It's a sequel to Less Than Zero and I hope it's just as good.  But the question is, will they make a movie and will Robert Downey, JR and Andrew McCarthy reprise their roles?  By the way, if you havn't read the book, it's vastly different from the movie, with disturbing moments like Ellis has in all his novels. 

I've be cursing a lot lately. 

Oh, and I'm apparently a heathen. 

My left eye keeps watering for no reason.

I'm thirsty. 

Internet Explorer bites.

The acronym SAHM for Stay At Home Mom has been bothering me for a few years.  When someone asks me what I DO when I meet them, I say "I'm a stay at home mom" and quickly add that I co-own ScrapFest! but from now on I'm just saying I'm a SAHM.  The new acronym stands for Slick Ass Hip Mother(effer)©.  That's right, I'm copywriting it, bitches.  Don't even think of stealing that one. 

Sunday Rewind: Psychedelic Furs edition

Ah, one of my first loves, The Psychedelic Furs. 

The Furs came out of post-punk England in the late '70s and had some success in the US with 1981's Talk Talk Talk and the songs "Dumbwaiters" and "Pretty in Pink," but it wasn't until the 1986 movie of the same name that the Furs were a household name.  Well, the song was anyway.  They are an easy band to love with songs like "Heaven," "Until She Comes," and "Heartbreak Beat" and Richard Butler's hoarse voice is just lovely. 

Without further delay, here are the videos.  Lots of videos today because the Furs make me happy and I love that voice.  I'm giving you a the gift that is the original version of "Pretty in Pink," which is the stripped-down, moodier version.  Also in today's line-up are "Heartbreak Beat," "Ghost in You," "Love My Way," and the 1991 Letterman show performance of "Until She Comes" — one of my faves, just for you because you're special.  Do yourself a solid and go get their Greatest Hits, put it on and quote Iona  from Pretty in Pink, "applause, applause, APPLAUSE."  Now that I think of it, we may be due for an 80's movie review (as if I don't talk about PIP enough).  Enjoy the Furs.

but that’s my line

It's one thing to be ripped off by someone you know or another blogger (yes, it has happened, it is inevitable), but to be ripped off by a church?!  Y'all know this has been my line for years. 

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It's bad enough a church is using my "it's not rocket surgery" line, even worse that Fail Blog doesn't get the joke and calls it a Fail. 

Such a sad day in Kerry Blog world. 

on advice

Everyone has that person in their life who gives unsought advice.  Are you thinking of that person in your life?  If you don't have one of those people in your life, then guess what?  You're that person who gives advice to your friends. 

The person who doles out uninvited advice in my life is a dearly loved individual, whom I call fairly often.  This is a sample conversation from a couple of weeks ago:

Me: So, I was in my doctor's office, the nurse had already taken my vitals and I was waiting.

Not Dr. Phil: Were your vitals okay?

Me: Yeah, they were fine.  Anyway, so I'm waiting and 10 minutes goes by and I hear the doctor's voice and he's talking to someone about shrimp right outside the exam room.

NDP: Maybe they were allergic to shellfish.

Me: Not so much.  It was a drug rep telling Dr. Nameless about all the shrimp dishes she makes and that next time she calls on him she will bring barbecue shrimp.

NDP: That sounds delicious. 

Me: Then the drug rep, my doc, and the nurses start doing the scene from Forrest Gump.  And I can hear all of this. 

NDP: That was a good movie.

Me: Yeah, it was.  So, I'm wondering how long this is going to go on, then I hear my doctor say "Owww" and the nurse asks if he's alright and he says he's stapled his finger.  When he finally comes into the exam room he's all bandaged up and I'm just sitting there wondering what Three Stooges movie I'm in."

NDP: Well, you know what Dr. Phil would say about that…

And that's when my eyes roll back into my head.  Not only do I not know what Dr. Phil would say about that, I do not want to know what Dr. Phil would say about it.  Really.  Not only that, but sometimes when you're talking to another person, you're just relaying a story or you want to be heard, not be given advice.  It's even more aggravating when the person is a loved one.  Dear sweet mother of Oprah, it's the worst when they're quoting Dr. Phil.  I simply can't take it. 

After talking to the Not Dr. Phil in my life, I thought to myself, "self, you could have an advice column.  Hell, you could have an advice talk show."  Really.  My friends and family often come to me for advice, maybe they have seen the obvious gift I have for the advice game.  I'm pretty sure I'm as decent at it as Dr. Phil and I'm certainly cuter.  So, I've compiled a list of Dr. Philisms and under each one is the Kerry spin: real advice from a woman of the people. 

Awareness without action is worthless.    Dr. Phil McGraw

Neither awareness nor action will happen without my morning coffee.  Not gonna happen.  Kerry B. Faler


You're only lonely if you're not there for you.    Dr. Phil McGraw

Sometimes you need a friend.  Sometimes being there for you is what I call having multiple personalities.  But hey, guess you're never lonely if you have multiple personalities.  One is the loneliest number, by the way.      Kerry B. Faler


You cannot be who and what you are unless you have a lifestyle, both
internally and externally, that is designed to support that definition
of self.    Dr. Phil McGraw

Hey, it's not a lifestyle, I was born this way!  I'm attracted to the opposite sex and I make no apologies for it!  I did not choose this lifestyle — no one would want the lifestyle of a straight, pale, redhaired, creatively scatter-brained, plus-sized love-goddess supermodel .  Okay, so I'm not a supermodel, I exaggerated a bit.       Kerry B. Faler


If you want more, you have to require more from yourself.    Dr. Phil McGraw

If you want more go back for seconds.  Anybody from the south knows you don't walk away from the table hungry.  Our grandmothers wouldn't have it.  Oh, and check before in case it's a potluck, you may be required to bring something yourself.  I suggest a nice peach cobbler or a trifle.  Everyone likes a trife.     Kerry B. Faler


Sometimes you make the right decision, sometimes you make the decision right.    Dr. Phil McGraw

Always get directions or have GPS.  I can't tell you how many times I made the decision to make a right and it should have been a left!  This would have been a non-issue if I had brought the TomTom and we would have arrived on time and not had an arguement.    Kerry B. Faler


You have the duty and gift of living. You don't have the right to sit
on the sidelines–use your life and get back into the game.    Dr. Phil McGraw

Maybe you just haven't found the right game!  I was never good at sports, then lo and behold, I made it to my college's intramural finals in badminton (true story).  Sometimes it takes a while to find what game is right for you, and boardgames count too!  Anyone for Trivial Pursuit?  I kick ass at Trivial Pursuit.    Kerry B. Faler


Failure is no accident.    Dr. Phil McGraw

Failure can be fun!  I failed lots of  subjects in school and had to go to summer school one year.  I made a friend in my class who loved all the new wave music I liked and made me a few cool mixed tapes.  That year I also dated a boy from my driver's ed class.  Oh, and because of my failing grades in college algebra, I had a supercute math tutor.   You can get a lot out of failure!      Kerry B. Faler


The most you get is what you ask for.    Dr. Phil McGraw

Sometimes you don't get what you ask for.  And sometimes you get something better than what you asked for.  Sometimes what you asked for isn't what you needed in the first place.  Really.  Did you need a pony from Santa when you were nine?  No.  Did you need that restraining order after your stalker wouldn't leave you the hell alone after he stole your Fleetwood Mac Greatest Hits cd and kept showing up outside your college dorm?  YES!  It's need versus want, baby.  And like Mick said, you can't always get what you want, but if you try, sometimes you get what you need.   Kerry B. Faler


The quickest way from A to B is not always at the most feverish pace.    Dr. Phil McGraw

Look, I was never that great at word problems and I'm pretty sure Dr. Smartypants is trying to trick me on that one.  All I know is if you need to get from point A to point B, be sure you have plenty of gas, some cash, a change of undies (always a good idea), and good driving music. And for goodness sakes, take the directions and don't speed.      Kerry B. Faler


You need to listen to your body because your body is listening to you.    Dr. Phil McGraw

My body must need hearing aids, 'cause it sure can't hear me.  I tell my body all the time: be a size ten!  And every morning I wake up the same size.  I tell my nails to grow thicker and they're still thin — my nails and my ankles are the thinnest parts of me — my body has a great sense of humor.  My body has done it's own thing since I was 16.  We're barely on speaking terms these days.      Kerry B. Faler

If you need advice, leave your dilemma in the Comments.  A friend and reader reported that  the Comments work if you're on Firefox, so TAKE THAT INTERNET EXPLORER!


the girl’s loft

Have I told you how much I love Margie Romney-Aslett? 

Margie was one of the instructors at the Scrap Etc. event my peeps and I went to in Hotlanta and we decided she's our new bff.  The woman is made of fabulous and is creative out the wazoo.  Margie is a former Making Memories line designer (how awesome is that) and she designed one of my fave lines of all time, Noteworthy.  Please, she's superfantastic.  You know I don't toss that word around lightly. 

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At Scrap Etc., Margie told us she was starting a new endeavor with her daughters, but couldn't give us details then.  Well, guess what?  She and her girls went and started The Girl's Loft, a kit club that will debut in June.  Knowing Margie's work,  I couldn't be more excited.  At this moment, Margie is running a contest on her blog for a giveaway of a 6 month membership to The Girl's Loft if you link to her blog from your blog, Facebook, or Twitter.  So, here's hoping I win.  Y'all check out The Girl's Loft and sign up on June 15th when the first kit debuts. 

Oh, yeah, here's Margie and me rockin' our aprons at Scrap Etc.  Shut up.  It's almost too much fantabulous for one picture. 

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Kerry: now available in 40oz

Figure
Since it is a beauty question of top priority, I'm obsessing over the body shape/figure type thing.  This retro ad is the height of fabulousness, don't you agree? 

Maybe I should warn you, I'm in a mood.  I have issues.  Whatev.

I so love Ms. Megabra in her girdle mocking me with her head thrown back in laughter.  She's saying, "Bwaahahahaha!  Don't you wish you had my skinny ass?  Just look at my clavicle!  You haven't seen your clavicle since 1991!  Envy me and my 'average' body!"

Bitch. 

Check out the silhouetted chicks.  Average, Junior, Straight hip, Full hip, and Stout.  I like my body like I like my ale, stout.  Sure.  Hell, why not?

Just for fun, here's the definition of Stout.

 

–adjective

1. bulky in figure; heavily built; corpulent; thickset; fat: She is getting too stout for her dresses.
2. bold, brave, or dauntless: a stout heart; stout fellows.
3. firm; stubborn; resolute: stout resistance.
4. forceful; vigorous: a stout argument; a stout wind.
5. strong of body; hearty; sturdy: stout seamen.
6. having endurance or staying power, as a horse.
7. strong in substance or body, as a beverage.
8. strong and thick or heavy: a stout cudgel.
–noun

9. a dark, sweet brew made of roasted malt and having a higher percentage of hops than porter.
10. porter of extra strength.
11. a stout person.
12. a garment size designed for a stout man.
13. a garment, as a suit or overcoat, in this size.


Origin:
1250–1300; ME (adj.) < OF estout bold, proud < Gmc; cf. MD stout bold, MLG stolt, MHG stolz proud

stoutly, adverb
stoutness, noun


1. portly, fleshy. Stout, fat, plump imply corpulence of body. Stout describes a heavily built but usually strong and healthy body: a handsome stout lady. Fat,
an informal word with unpleasant connotations, suggests an unbecoming
fleshy stoutness; it may, however, apply also to a hearty fun-loving
type of stout person: a fat old man; fat and jolly. Plump connotes a pleasing roundness and is often used as a complimentary or euphemistic equivalent for stout, fleshy, etc.: a plump figure attractively dressed. 2. valiant, gallant, intrepid, fearless, indomitable, courageous. 3. obstinate. 5. brawny, sinewy.

That's enough knowledge for today.  Why the hell are "fat and jolly" used together all the time?  I have never been jolly in my life.  Sure, I've been happy.  I've been a lot of things and jolly is not one of them.  Obstinate is one of the synonyms and I'll take that.  From now on my figure type is obstinate. 

on summer and swimsuit season

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It's summer once again.  Oh, don't be fooled by the calendar saying summer doesn't start until June 21st — I'm here to tell you it's here.  Yesterday was Memorial Day, and as everyone knows, Memorial Day is the kickoff of summer. 

Now, it's been hot here in south Louisiana for a while — mid-80's — that's hot.  As I've told you before, I'm not fond of the heat.  Temperatures that make my makeup melt are not my friend.  When I walk outside in the summer, I feel like the Wicked Witch of the West when Dorothy throws the bucket of water on her, "I'm melting, I'm melting!"   And I'm a girl who has to have her face on or I feel naked.  Really, I'm sure in the Garden of Eden after Adam and Eve made their bikinis from fig leaves, Eve cracked open a pomegranate and made the first lipstick and rouge out of it. 

So, summer is not my fave.  Last year I decided I looked silly in shorts with my white as milk legs, so it's capris and bermudas for me all summer.  I do not tan.  I burn.  Badly.  I've had enough sunburns in my life to know I can be outside at midday for 20 minutes and have a sunburn on whatever part of my body that is exposed.  I'm sure I will have skin cancer at some point from my own sun stupidity and the lack of knowledge my parents had about UV rays.  I recall a statement from my childhood that was repeated more than once that went something like "you'll be fine, we used to slather baby oil on ourselves and bake for hours!"  Which led me to develop my own philosophy "just because you did it, it doesn't make it normal or okay."  Feel free to use that little gem in your own life with your older relatives, sometimes it works.  

Besides the looking-like-an-albino-in-shorts thing, I also dread what most women do at this time of year: the swimsuit.  I'm no different than any other woman, we all have body issues and hate the swimsuit hunt and hate the "get ready for swimsuit season" propaganda that we get from magazines, television commercials, and now on my Facebook homepage.  You know, because I'm not good enough the way I look now, I have to prepare for "swimsuit season" like it's an Olympic event.  Here's a headline for you, advertising peeps: we will never be ready, perfection only exists in magazines thanks to Photoshop. 

Even though I hate it, I have to wear a swimsuit at the pool.  I'd rather wear a caftan ala Mrs. Robinson with a turban and sunglasses, but I think I'd get a few strange looks at Franco's.  And so, I've been shopping online for the right suit for about a month.  Guess what?  There is no such thing.  And I'm not just talking about for us plus-sized girls.  The online stores and catalogs all want me to think they have the perfect suit, but I know better.  You know why?  Because wearing a swimsuit is as close to public nudity as it gets for most of us. 

And so, I started my hunt.  Lane Bryant, Torrid, Fashion Bug, Macy's, Nordstrom, OneStopPlus, SwimsuitsForAll, Sihouettes, and the list goes on and on.  The suit I wanted was at Lane Bryant (no, they do not have swimwear in their brick and mortar stores, don't get me started), a top and a swim skirt, but the top was sold out in my size.  I can't tell you how long it took me to decide on that top, so I was pretty miffed that it was sold out.  I went back to my old standby, Land's End and picked two tops and a swim skirt, deciding to go in a completely different direction than the Lane Bryant suit.   When I went to pick my size category there were more options than I've ever seen:  Regular Torso,
Short Torso
, Long Torso, Plus Size, 
Short Torso Plus
, Regular Torso D-Cup, Regular Torso DD-Cup, Regular Mastectomy — holy Esther Williams!  I don't know if I'm a short torso plus or just a plus.  No idea.  How do you measure your torso?  Lands End, I'm a girl with ADHD, don't give me too many options or I'll go look at lolcats and forget shopping.  I went with plus. 

The fun part of shopping on Landsend.com is using their Virtual Model tool.  I've used this before, but not for swimwear, so I thought this would be nice and virtually humiliating, getting to see what the virtual me would look like in the suit.  Get a good look at this.

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Meet Virtual Kerry.  I don't know about her.  Her hair is too long, but there wasn't another hair choice with curly hair.  My real face is rounder and my boobs are bigger, but I think the skin coloring is about right.  And she's standing like weird, but whatev.  This is the swimsuit I decided on: top, skirt, and sandal.  I went against my usual black suit, way out of my comfort zone,  but the idea is maybe I'll feel better in the pink and won't look as pale as I would in black.  Really, I just like pink.  The Virtual Model thing is pretty interesting.  On the site you can click the arrows to see what she looks like from the side and the back, which is helpful (and funny) to see what my virtual butt looks like.

The other weird thing about shopping Lands End is you can shop by your figure shape.  The choices are triangle, inverted triangle, rectangle, and star.  The link to see the descriptions for these shapes was broken, so I guessed that since I'm not the first three, that I must be a star, since a star is big in the middle (and so am I) — so that's what I went with.  Usually, when I've seen a figure shape chart in a magazine or wherever, I'm a circle or oval or an apple, if the choice is a fruit.  A celestial body has never been a choice, but it's kind of neat.  Pointy, but neat.  Just for my amusement I went to igigi.com to see their shape categories, and of course, I'm an oval.  Here's the description:

Oval

The Oval Figure type has the following characteristics:

  • Shoulders are prominent or average and slightly sloped
  • Face is fleshy with the fuller jaw and cheek area
  • Neck is shorter with the inclination toward fullness at the nape and shoulders
  • Back is broader and fleshier; wider ribcage
  • Bust is ample; usually larger than the hips
  • Waist is undefined, carrying the weight in the front midsection
  • Flat buttocks
  • Hips are usually proportionately slender
  • Thighs are relatively thinner and only tend to have a slight fullness at the high hip.
  • Legs are very shapely and lower legs are proportionately slimmer to the overall body shape.

Firt of all, man, she looks tall.

I'm so going to use "fleshy" as THE adjective to describe myself from now on.  Does "fleshy" sound better than fat?  That is the question of the day. 

And thank you, Igigi, I know I do not have a giraffe-like neck, nor JLo's derrierre.  I'm surprised they didn't mention my skinny ankles when describing my lower legs.  Seriously, the Igigi people must have been stalking me to get this info.  It's scary accurate.  Why they just didn't name this body shape "Kerry" is beyond me. 

So, that's the history of summer and me.  Just one big heatwave of sunburns and body image issues.  Hey, I'm working on it.  Here's to a great summer for all of us — be you a rectangle, triangle, inverted triangle, or star.  Shine on.

Sunday Rewind: Howard Jones

1985 was a great year for music.  Shut up, it was when Howard Jones broke on the scene with his second album Dream Into Action  and hit "No One is to Blame."  And that song was the jam, yo.  The song was everywhere in '85 and so was Howard — huge tour, Live Aid, and it seemed like he was The Next Big Thing, but he never reached the level of success he had with that album and the songs "Things Can Only Get Better" and "Life in One Day."  The video for the latter is pretty fun, Howard was mixing it up a little.  The last video is "Everlasting Love" from 1989's Cross That Line  and I thought I'd show you the video for the happy mummy couple in it as well as the lyric "back in the world of disposable emotion"  — always thought that was a brilliant line.  By the way, here's a little fact for you: Howard Jones' back-up singers were known as Afrodiziak (love that).   Enjoy. 

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