AND i forgot my camera so i basically just had a wrestling match with the feisty mannequin for NOTHING. new fall sweaters have arrived at mod/nos. Gladys got all excited and actually wanted to do a photo shoot so i climbed in the window wearing my three inch heels, pulled her down to ground level, undressed her in the doorway with weird men drooling while pumping gas across the street (gross because Gladys needs a tan in the worst way. and so do i), dropped her arm and chipped pieces of her un-tanned skin only to realize to my horror that the PowerShot is at my house because i thought it would be fun to take pictures of my friends and myself having dinner the other night which i never do but i realized that all my facebook pics were pretty outdated and figured that some new ones wouldn't hurt anyone but then i forgot that i even had my camera because i'm not the girl that usually photographs her every move like some people and which is why no photo opportunities were made so i took my camera out of my purse because i normally feel like i'm carting around a 25 pound bowling bag and that's not good for my back so for now the camera is sitting in my dining room, serving no purpose. and i hate Gladys' stubborn arms but i had to reattach them to her body since she is the star (for now) in the window but they're like impossible which is why when i dress her she looks like she has permanent shoulder pads which is probably why Bri never lets me style the mannequins now that i think about it.
the moral of the story is not to take pictures of people eating dinner while drinking wine. hopefully i'll attach my head to my body tomorrow and we'll have some visuals for you.
Monday, August 30, 2010
Thursday, August 26, 2010
kegger at mod/nos!!!
i kinda feel like my mom is out of town. Bri left me alone for five days to tend to the shop all by myself. that probably means Trouble. so basically, i'll be throwing a RAGER and so many people that i've never seen or heard of before will be trashing the place and bringing their friends who have premature mustaches but legit fake ids so we'll be able to get wasted and then the rebel kids from the scary side of town (back in the day that meant Starpoint) will bring acid and shrooms which i will not do but i will watch others partake in and do shameful things such as taking off their pants and making out with mannequins. speaking of mannequins, here's who's coming so far:
he's sexy and the most popular boy in school so he's a shoo-in. and he has no pants so already he's a good time.
she has a half of a big rack so she can come. but she is not sleeping over if she drinks too much because her hair scares me. sexy-without-pants can drive her home.
he needs to work on his abs. but we're going to friend him because he's the one who didn't peak in high school but rather in his late 20s and one day he'll be making the big bucks and those are the ones to go after. just a bit of advice to the ladies in high school.
they look harmless. normally i wouldn't allow children but from what i've read you cannot separate this clan. and i'm very intrigued by inflatable mannequin families. (p.s. i believe these are blow-up dolls in disguise so that's really why they're invited.)
she's already doing 'the sprinkler.' need i say more?
don't be jealous. and she is my best friend so watch your mouth. oh, she will be giving a complimentary workshop later on for those interested.
how did she sneak in? she was not on the guest list last time i checked. i suspect that Gladys is kinda jealous of the other mannequins so i suppose i'll let her slide on this one. also, her sweater is kinda heart-stopping so that alone is her ticket to the party.
p.p.s. the discovery of these 'friends' came from the legitimate search for mannequins for our new store. apparently this is what's out there and what makes sense to some people. who? i'm not sure. but it would certainly make my day to walk into a boutique and see any of the above faces.
he's sexy and the most popular boy in school so he's a shoo-in. and he has no pants so already he's a good time.
she has a half of a big rack so she can come. but she is not sleeping over if she drinks too much because her hair scares me. sexy-without-pants can drive her home.
he needs to work on his abs. but we're going to friend him because he's the one who didn't peak in high school but rather in his late 20s and one day he'll be making the big bucks and those are the ones to go after. just a bit of advice to the ladies in high school.
they look harmless. normally i wouldn't allow children but from what i've read you cannot separate this clan. and i'm very intrigued by inflatable mannequin families. (p.s. i believe these are blow-up dolls in disguise so that's really why they're invited.)
she's already doing 'the sprinkler.' need i say more?
don't be jealous. and she is my best friend so watch your mouth. oh, she will be giving a complimentary workshop later on for those interested.
how did she sneak in? she was not on the guest list last time i checked. i suspect that Gladys is kinda jealous of the other mannequins so i suppose i'll let her slide on this one. also, her sweater is kinda heart-stopping so that alone is her ticket to the party.
p.p.s. the discovery of these 'friends' came from the legitimate search for mannequins for our new store. apparently this is what's out there and what makes sense to some people. who? i'm not sure. but it would certainly make my day to walk into a boutique and see any of the above faces.
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
luvthathair
i found the most insane split end on my head today which reminded me that i need to get to my stylist asap. whilst making that phone call, Gladys tried to rip the phone out of my hand, claiming she needed her hair done as well. i looked at her in disbelief for obvious reasons. she began pouring her heart out to me about how all she's ever wanted in life were golden locks cascading down her stark white back. she doesn't even care that she has no head to put it on. but i personally find mannequins with heads very frightening. slap some hair on them and forget about it. you have created situation in which i'm pretty sure scary things happen upon locking the shop door at night. that is not a situation that i ever want to discover.
in order to take her mind off her lack of a head i decided to let Gladys do a photo shoot. i personally think it would be appropriate to wear these outfits to the market, possibly with a basket on one arm and Toto under the other while chatting with the food vendors about the quality of the giant limones they've imported from the Amalfi Coast. which i would definitely stock up on and use to make killer vodka lemonades, i mean afternoon tea, with Auntie Em.
let's check up on Gladys, shall we?
you've probably seen this dress before because i'm obsessed and have been wearing it all over Buffalo for the past three weeks. i'm sure the paparazzi have pics to prove it.
you've also seen this sweater before. the pics to prove it are in the previous post.
look at Gladys, trying to run away like a 6 year old who doesn't want to have the dreads brushed out of her long tangled mane before taking a bath after playing in the dirt under the gigantor pine tree with Mikey and Allison on a hot day in July (never happened). i tried to tell Gladys that that is what happens when you have long, lustrous locks. she no longer wants a wig. or a head.
in order to take her mind off her lack of a head i decided to let Gladys do a photo shoot. i personally think it would be appropriate to wear these outfits to the market, possibly with a basket on one arm and Toto under the other while chatting with the food vendors about the quality of the giant limones they've imported from the Amalfi Coast. which i would definitely stock up on and use to make killer vodka lemonades, i mean afternoon tea, with Auntie Em.
let's check up on Gladys, shall we?
you've probably seen this dress before because i'm obsessed and have been wearing it all over Buffalo for the past three weeks. i'm sure the paparazzi have pics to prove it.
you've also seen this sweater before. the pics to prove it are in the previous post.
look at Gladys, trying to run away like a 6 year old who doesn't want to have the dreads brushed out of her long tangled mane before taking a bath after playing in the dirt under the gigantor pine tree with Mikey and Allison on a hot day in July (never happened). i tried to tell Gladys that that is what happens when you have long, lustrous locks. she no longer wants a wig. or a head.
Thursday, August 5, 2010
Lady Gladys
we have to cheat on Gladys. well, not really cheat but she might take it that way. we can't help it...mod/nos needs new mannequins for both our new store and to model for the blog. it's too much work convincing Gladys to pose for a photo and then once we finally get her to agree, she must be removed from the window, there's a stuggle with her arms and then she has to be lifted off her post which she sits so highly on. once all is said and done, i feel like i'm dealing with a child and those who know me know that there are many words to comment on the formula of Nikki + child.
anyhow, Gladys just heard us talking about getting her a new sister and she's pretty unhappy. she wants a brother instead but i explained that male mannequins have parts that woman mannequins don't and the clothing would bunch up in odd ways, which some people wouldn't mind but we would and then we wouldn't sell things and therefore we would have to close up shop and be forced to sell her to mannequin slavery which is too terrible a fate to discuss.
so for now, we must disassemble Gladys and bribe her with gas station candy to make her pose in some new fall pieces even though it's humid as heck and the thought of putting on sweaters is making her plaster skin sweat. but They insist on fall in August so we must go with it.
adorable dress from a designer in London, paired with two mod/nos necklaces. Gladys tells us she'd like to be styled with the grey Frye boots Bri just got from ShoeFly. not sure how that's gonna go over. i'm just gonna slink out of that conversaton...
if this dress does not scream 'autumn,' then I'll change my name to Viv and start reading inebriated people's palms late at night on Allen Street while wearing a turban (which i actually really want to start doing. the turban, not the palms).
so into the delicate neckalces for the fall.
genius with the mustard sweater vest. if Gladys is good, I'll let her borrow my gold Michael Kors boots.
so this is just an itsy bit of our fall collection. more to come...
anyhow, Gladys just heard us talking about getting her a new sister and she's pretty unhappy. she wants a brother instead but i explained that male mannequins have parts that woman mannequins don't and the clothing would bunch up in odd ways, which some people wouldn't mind but we would and then we wouldn't sell things and therefore we would have to close up shop and be forced to sell her to mannequin slavery which is too terrible a fate to discuss.
so for now, we must disassemble Gladys and bribe her with gas station candy to make her pose in some new fall pieces even though it's humid as heck and the thought of putting on sweaters is making her plaster skin sweat. but They insist on fall in August so we must go with it.
adorable dress from a designer in London, paired with two mod/nos necklaces. Gladys tells us she'd like to be styled with the grey Frye boots Bri just got from ShoeFly. not sure how that's gonna go over. i'm just gonna slink out of that conversaton...
if this dress does not scream 'autumn,' then I'll change my name to Viv and start reading inebriated people's palms late at night on Allen Street while wearing a turban (which i actually really want to start doing. the turban, not the palms).
so into the delicate neckalces for the fall.
genius with the mustard sweater vest. if Gladys is good, I'll let her borrow my gold Michael Kors boots.
so this is just an itsy bit of our fall collection. more to come...
Saturday, July 24, 2010
CinJ party
for my CinJ (Christmas in July, see previous posting) parties (aka weddings but I'm just going to pretend that all weddings that I attend this summer are really holiday parties, in which case I will make sure to carry around a mistletoe which is actually a really fabulous idea because everyone knows there are many quality, eligible single men at weddings, ESPECIALLY in Buffalo) I will be wearing this:
(even though i live in the world of pretend, i really will be wearing this tonight.)
but i kinda want this one too:
i think i'll save this one for the other holdiay party next month. or a trip to wegman's. because when you pick up something and say, "but where would i wear this?," my answer is always wegman's. people do NOT dress to impress for this shopping trip but they should. why is it any different for getting dressed up to go to the mall? or the bank? or Rodeo Drive? it's the same thing. you're no more invisible to the human eye at wegman's than you are anywhere else, so i beg of you, why the PJs in public? plus, i hear that many romances blossom at the grocery store. if you're already dressed for bed, you're going to give off the "easy" vibe to Mr. Right. i'm just sayin.
p.s. yeah, you've seen these dresses before. but you just needed to be reminded of their awesomeness. or i may have started this blog post two weeks ago and forgot to publish it.
(even though i live in the world of pretend, i really will be wearing this tonight.)
but i kinda want this one too:
i think i'll save this one for the other holdiay party next month. or a trip to wegman's. because when you pick up something and say, "but where would i wear this?," my answer is always wegman's. people do NOT dress to impress for this shopping trip but they should. why is it any different for getting dressed up to go to the mall? or the bank? or Rodeo Drive? it's the same thing. you're no more invisible to the human eye at wegman's than you are anywhere else, so i beg of you, why the PJs in public? plus, i hear that many romances blossom at the grocery store. if you're already dressed for bed, you're going to give off the "easy" vibe to Mr. Right. i'm just sayin.
p.s. yeah, you've seen these dresses before. but you just needed to be reminded of their awesomeness. or i may have started this blog post two weeks ago and forgot to publish it.
Friday, July 9, 2010
Happy Holidays!
just sitting here, making my Christmas in July (CinJ) wish list which I'm sure you're all doing as well. I thought it was an awesome idea to publish it publically to make it easier on those who need to buy me a gift for this holiday.
CinJ comes but once a year and for those of you who don't know too much about the rules and traditions, I'm about to fill you in. I'm actually making up my own traditions. like right now. I've never technically celebrated CinJ before, but I feel like I need to be loved lately and what better way to do so than to accept gifts?
FIRST of all, don't bother googling CinJ because you'll come across pages that involve that a-hole up at the NPole and no one cares to see him until December because regardless of what you've heard, he's not flying his fat a*% around in a sleigh in 90 degree heat. if you think about it, how would he even air condition that thing? he doesn't because it doesn't happen.
anyhow, try to erase any visions that you have of crimson or clover or any other obvious holiday color because even though they're compliments of each other on the wheel of color, they kinda look uncomfortable together and should only be combined if you're an international flag. or anything Gucci. also, the cocktail of choice is vodka lemonade. yes, it's an obvious summertime drink but you'd be surprised how many bars do not provide lemonade as a mixer. like real lemonade, not that sour mix stuff someone tried to make my vodka lemonade with once. or maybe twice. I can't remember because as I've mentioned, I've never technically celebrated CinJ and I do NOT drink vodka lemonades on a regular basis.
speaking of Gucci, here's my list!:
1. Vintage Gucci!
yes, for realz vintage Gucci sunglasses. now I think this is an amazing CinJ gift. it's thoughtful for a few reasons. first of all, the concern for the shielding of the eyes from the hot ball of gassy happiness in the sky. second, they're VINTAGE so it looks like someone took time to rummage through Ester's estate sale, even though no rummaging was involved for these beauties. and third of all, I love them so it would be thoughful to buy them for me.
2.Vintage Dior!
hmmm. don't make me choose. I mean GUCCI vs. DIOR! what's a girl to do? that's like holding up a picture of John Stamos circa Uncle Jessie and a picture of David Bowie circa Labryrinth to me when I was 7 and making me choose who I would continue to have a crush on into my twenties (fine, thirties). I COULDN'T TELL YOU THAT THEN AND I REFUSE TO CHOOSE NOW! this one's being left up to my gift-giver. (p.s. I really love them both. oh, and two pairs of glasses never hurt anyone.)
3. an amazing handbag made from recycled leather parts that is almost like a circus pony because it actually does tricks:
isn't it magical? it can't decide if it wants to be fat or skinny. it's like a really great dress that looks amazing when it's all free and flowy in the wind, but then you cinch it at the waist with the emergency belt you keep in your handbag and it gives the dress a whole new look. this is the bag version of that dress.
4. I need these
sequins are year round embellishments and in the summer, what better way to include them than as a cutie little clutch that could also double as a makeup bag for the interior of the aforementioned bag. I could be so day-to-night! I'll show up at the office with my amazing magician handbag (#3 on my list) and then when Bri and I go heckle bar rats at night, I"ll amaze them by whipping out my sparkly number. they won't even know what hit them.
5. you're welcome
right now you're thinking two things. one being, "did Nikki take that picture? because it's eerily good." the second is, "thank you for adding such an affordable item to you CinJ list. even though I'm just the lady that sells you your cigarettes, I think you're wonderful and I wanted to get you something for this popular holiday." oh, and to clear the air, no, I did not take the picture of the amazing double-finger bird ring. Beth from Hero at 93 Allen did. she's amazing, you should know her. and I guess her husband Mark is pretty okay, too.
so again, you're welcome. I feel like I'm being ever so kind to my gift-givers because there's actually purpose behind all these possessions. AND because now the eternal questions of "what am I going to get so-and-so for CinJ?" is very simply answered here. enjoy the pre-holiday weekend!
CinJ comes but once a year and for those of you who don't know too much about the rules and traditions, I'm about to fill you in. I'm actually making up my own traditions. like right now. I've never technically celebrated CinJ before, but I feel like I need to be loved lately and what better way to do so than to accept gifts?
FIRST of all, don't bother googling CinJ because you'll come across pages that involve that a-hole up at the NPole and no one cares to see him until December because regardless of what you've heard, he's not flying his fat a*% around in a sleigh in 90 degree heat. if you think about it, how would he even air condition that thing? he doesn't because it doesn't happen.
anyhow, try to erase any visions that you have of crimson or clover or any other obvious holiday color because even though they're compliments of each other on the wheel of color, they kinda look uncomfortable together and should only be combined if you're an international flag. or anything Gucci. also, the cocktail of choice is vodka lemonade. yes, it's an obvious summertime drink but you'd be surprised how many bars do not provide lemonade as a mixer. like real lemonade, not that sour mix stuff someone tried to make my vodka lemonade with once. or maybe twice. I can't remember because as I've mentioned, I've never technically celebrated CinJ and I do NOT drink vodka lemonades on a regular basis.
speaking of Gucci, here's my list!:
1. Vintage Gucci!
yes, for realz vintage Gucci sunglasses. now I think this is an amazing CinJ gift. it's thoughtful for a few reasons. first of all, the concern for the shielding of the eyes from the hot ball of gassy happiness in the sky. second, they're VINTAGE so it looks like someone took time to rummage through Ester's estate sale, even though no rummaging was involved for these beauties. and third of all, I love them so it would be thoughful to buy them for me.
2.Vintage Dior!
hmmm. don't make me choose. I mean GUCCI vs. DIOR! what's a girl to do? that's like holding up a picture of John Stamos circa Uncle Jessie and a picture of David Bowie circa Labryrinth to me when I was 7 and making me choose who I would continue to have a crush on into my twenties (fine, thirties). I COULDN'T TELL YOU THAT THEN AND I REFUSE TO CHOOSE NOW! this one's being left up to my gift-giver. (p.s. I really love them both. oh, and two pairs of glasses never hurt anyone.)
3. an amazing handbag made from recycled leather parts that is almost like a circus pony because it actually does tricks:
isn't it magical? it can't decide if it wants to be fat or skinny. it's like a really great dress that looks amazing when it's all free and flowy in the wind, but then you cinch it at the waist with the emergency belt you keep in your handbag and it gives the dress a whole new look. this is the bag version of that dress.
4. I need these
sequins are year round embellishments and in the summer, what better way to include them than as a cutie little clutch that could also double as a makeup bag for the interior of the aforementioned bag. I could be so day-to-night! I'll show up at the office with my amazing magician handbag (#3 on my list) and then when Bri and I go heckle bar rats at night, I"ll amaze them by whipping out my sparkly number. they won't even know what hit them.
5. you're welcome
right now you're thinking two things. one being, "did Nikki take that picture? because it's eerily good." the second is, "thank you for adding such an affordable item to you CinJ list. even though I'm just the lady that sells you your cigarettes, I think you're wonderful and I wanted to get you something for this popular holiday." oh, and to clear the air, no, I did not take the picture of the amazing double-finger bird ring. Beth from Hero at 93 Allen did. she's amazing, you should know her. and I guess her husband Mark is pretty okay, too.
so again, you're welcome. I feel like I'm being ever so kind to my gift-givers because there's actually purpose behind all these possessions. AND because now the eternal questions of "what am I going to get so-and-so for CinJ?" is very simply answered here. enjoy the pre-holiday weekend!
Friday, July 2, 2010
the rain is not falling in Spain today
just another normal day here. i woke up, listened to Spanish guitar, took one of the mannequins for a walk down Allen Street. i was in NYC once and i saw someone doing this so i figured i'd bring a taste of the City to Buffalo. hopefully someone saw this and appreciated it just as i would if i saw someone taking a stroll alongside a dress form.
Spanish guitar makes me so happy, mi amigas. it reminds me of the time i didn't go to Barcelona and have a romantical midnight serenade by my 48-hour-5 o'clock shadow lover named Franciso. the music followed me around all morning and distracted me so badly that i forget to put on deodorant. that's how transfixing it is! and now it doesn't help that Spanish guitar is the only music that i decided i listen to until i become re-obsessed with Lady Gaga, which will for sure happen next week before, during, and after the concert in Toronto. more on that later. i'm too busy picking out my outfit for my midnight serenade.
this is me if it was 19th century Spain:
don't you love the dramatic angle that i have fashioned my left elbow? and also the suggestive way that i point my fingers and motion for my lover to approach so we can cut a rug, tango-style?
ok, but we must have a modern outfit for my lovers stroll along the promenade in Spain. and here it is:
girly-sexy, no? but i'm not sure this is going to make Francisco want to undress me. i think this might be more appropriate for my visit to the market where i will impulse purchase a parrot who speaks French, which will be very odd since i am in Spain.
adorable but i think i may save this one for tapas with las muchachas.
um, yes please. this dress may make Francisco want to skip the Spanish music and get right down to el love affair. but i will hold up my fingers as i did when i was in 19th century Spain and explain that patience is a virtue and being a pleasure delayer is what got Penelope Cruz's character hooked in Vanilla Sky just before Cameron Diaz busted up Tom Cruise's perfect life. but i know señor guapo is going to want to grab onto my sexy side chignon, rip the red flower out of my hair and have a passionate moment with me after we spend an hour gazing into each others eyes with Spanish guitar as our soundtrack.
Spanish guitar makes me so happy, mi amigas. it reminds me of the time i didn't go to Barcelona and have a romantical midnight serenade by my 48-hour-5 o'clock shadow lover named Franciso. the music followed me around all morning and distracted me so badly that i forget to put on deodorant. that's how transfixing it is! and now it doesn't help that Spanish guitar is the only music that i decided i listen to until i become re-obsessed with Lady Gaga, which will for sure happen next week before, during, and after the concert in Toronto. more on that later. i'm too busy picking out my outfit for my midnight serenade.
this is me if it was 19th century Spain:
don't you love the dramatic angle that i have fashioned my left elbow? and also the suggestive way that i point my fingers and motion for my lover to approach so we can cut a rug, tango-style?
ok, but we must have a modern outfit for my lovers stroll along the promenade in Spain. and here it is:
girly-sexy, no? but i'm not sure this is going to make Francisco want to undress me. i think this might be more appropriate for my visit to the market where i will impulse purchase a parrot who speaks French, which will be very odd since i am in Spain.
adorable but i think i may save this one for tapas with las muchachas.
um, yes please. this dress may make Francisco want to skip the Spanish music and get right down to el love affair. but i will hold up my fingers as i did when i was in 19th century Spain and explain that patience is a virtue and being a pleasure delayer is what got Penelope Cruz's character hooked in Vanilla Sky just before Cameron Diaz busted up Tom Cruise's perfect life. but i know señor guapo is going to want to grab onto my sexy side chignon, rip the red flower out of my hair and have a passionate moment with me after we spend an hour gazing into each others eyes with Spanish guitar as our soundtrack.
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