Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Fashion's Night Out is just around the corner (I won't be telling you what I'll be getting up to jusssst yet), but I will say this. My fave store back home, good old Barneys, has commissioned an artist to create one of a kind, handcrafted haute chew replicas of my two favorite Vogue edirixes: Anna and Grace and I, for one, can't wait to sink my teeth into those gems. The Grace doll comes complete with a mass of firey red hair, perfect for pulling out one by one. As for Anna, I just can't help myself, I want to snatch her fabulousness in my teeth and give her a good shake--let's see if the infamous bob remains perfectly static after I've had my tussle.
Anna and Grace are to be auctioned off on charitybuzz.com beginning August 31, with the proceeds benefiting The New York City Aids Fund.
Thursday, August 19, 2010
Click here to shop Juicy's full range of doggy goodness and don't forget to check out Mommy's post at the Clothes Whisperer (though everything you need to know you saw here first).
Pomeranian over and out.
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Friday, August 13, 2010
Monday, August 2, 2010
You may have thought, whilst reading on Mommy's blog about her gallivanting off to see Stevie Wonder, Jay-Z and three full days at Lovebox that yours truly must have been sat at home, dejected and alone, tail curled up by the phone, waiting for Mommy to come home. Twas not so.
Just as Miss Selfridge kitted out Mommy with passes and clothes for Lovebox, they saved the best for their real favorite four-legged blogger. You see, Mommy is too much of a city girl to do the whole camping thing, but I revel in the chance to take a dump in a wide open field, no poopie bags necessary and run free, the way mother canine nature created me. Yes, as long as I have my pretty pretty pink VI-Pomeranian tent, ample chewtoys, a bit of Dog Perignon, I can sleep just about anywhere.
Miss Selfridge of course recognized this instantly and so hooked me up with a series of outfits and VIP passes to the only festival that really matters, Glastonbury, where I snuggled up with my old friend Kate (we traded notes on maintaining our luscious blonde locks) and had a sniff of Harry Potter pal Emma's new BF. He did not smell like a foxy dachshund, more like a poodle; I predict the romance will not last.
And so I share with you. Just remember this: when it comes to rockin all night long, four legs are better than two.