DAMNATION!

Tasia-boo, I've already been over this with you. You were featured in my very first In a word...FUG post ages ago. Remember? In a word...FUG: Animal Print Edition? Obviously my copious warnings and smoke signals have gone unheeded. You've forced my hand.

This is what comes to mind when I look into the dark abyss of your awful, awful leopard leggings:

Still confused? How about an artist's rendering...





Those leggings make you look half goat, okay? Harsh? Maybe, but it's my truth and my therapist says I should share more.

Love you but sometimes love just isn't enough,

Elle

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Take the Wheel and Hold My Mule

My heart hurts. Just because your name is Kandi does not mean you should shout out Reeses, Snickers, Crunch Bars and muh-effin Tic Tacs on your leggings! I bet you her booty says Butterfinger.

And while we're on inappropriate leggings, please let's remember that they should be worn with looooong shirts, sweaters and tunics. Anything else is too much information.

Fashion Hell: Bowling Shoes

I spent a little time in my own private fashion hell this weekend. Yes, your girl, Elle, was forced to wear...bowling shoes. On my size 10's! It was really quite painful. I don't tend to wear sneakers unless of course I'm exercising, and I certainly don't make a habit of wearing orthopedic clown shoes. Thank God I had on a hat, but I really wanted to whip out my dark sunglasses. I think I'm traumatized...it will be a while before I can venture back into a bowling alley. Now the bar inside the bowling alley is a different story. Anywhere they're serving $3 vodka and tonics, I'll be there with bells.

Blame Marc Jacobs

Marc Jacobs Spring 2008 Ready to Wear

Why Jesus? This was going to be another NY Fashion Week post, but Marc Jacobs has officially taken the wind out of my sails. Seriously, what in fashion hell is this ish? Not only are my corneas scorched, but I can't...find the strength...to go on. So for your obligatory runway coverage, please click yourself over to Style.com. Danka.

Faux Fur Disasters

Oh. My. God.

Wipe. Me. Down.

I have just stumbled upon FabulousFurs.com, which features some of the most hilariously God-awful faux fur disasters I've seen in some time. I'm still giggling.

Okay, first of all, why? What earthly purpose would one have for a faux fur seatbelt cover? I mean I've seen jazzed up steering wheels, which is enough of a mess, but seat belts? Good lord in the morning, no.




















Faux fur leg warmers. FAUX FUR EFFING LEG WARMERS. These make my eyes hurt. Are those orthopedic shoes?!? Now my feelings are hurt.

















If I see anyone with a faux fur scrunchie in their hair, I reserve the right to snatch it out, stomp on it like its on fire, pick it up and smack you with it.

No good people, your eyes do not decieve you. Those are indeed faux fur ice scrapers. WTF?!? Who is in the lab talking about "All an ice scraper really needs is a lil faux cheetah." This is so distressing. Faux fur is to be used, not abused!

I'm going somewhere to cry.