Double Happiness Launch, Post 2

Vivienne Tam and Jack Dorsey present their Double Happiness Square

Image by David Victor Rose

The article I wrote about the press launch for the 'Double Happiness' Square can be found here.

And I can be found here.  After a perfectly disastrous train ride into the city* I had a perfectly lovely evening at a wine and chocolate bar. Good conversation, good (free!) champagne, good food and all was right with the world again.

Image courtesy of This is Glamorous

Hope your week is getting off to a good start and middle. Fashion Week starts tomorrow and I'm going to rest up, write up and clean up. A bientot, bitches.


*Sample tweet: Announcement 'the mechanics have arrived. Assume 'mechanics' is code name for gang of sexual sadists for whom train is smorgasbord of delight.Are you following me on Twitter? You should. Click here to do so.

Obsessed

Irene Jung, of Jung Jewels has been all over the blogosphere and fashion media, for good reason. I could see her necklaces on anyone from Marilyn Monroe to Olivia Palermo to Jackie O.Flirty, alternative and classic all at once.

These 3 pictured are probably my favorite, although it's a hard choice to make. I'm kind of an obsessive personality (shocking, I know) and I just can't get these out of my head. Which is good, because I really, really needed a distraction from thinking about scenes from AMC's The Walking Dead, which premiered on Halloween. Zombies, or rather, zombie defense, is a recurring obsession of mine and this reaaalllly taps into that. In fact, I'm going to go ahead and spead a little more time on Jung's website before heading to bed so I don't have zombie nightmares.

The Worst Thing Ever

The worst thing ever in the world happened this morning*.

I was on my way out and as I opened the door, Rue scurried in. 'Adorable,' I na ïvely thought. Then I saw that he had a dead bird in his mouth. "That little scamp," I said, blind to imminent disaster. I grabbed a paper towel to take it outside. Then. Then...

I realized the bird was still alive.

Now that may not sound like the worst thing ever in the world. But that, my friends, was only the beginning.

Here's the scene: Rue is calmly standing guard, the bird is quietly gasping what appear to be its last breaths and I am eying the situation rather hesitantly. You see, I was faced with a rather unpleasant moral quandry.

Do I:
a) let Rue toy with the poor thing until it dies a slow, horrible death in my effing kitchen?
b) dispose of a nearly dead bird and let it die a slow, horrible death far, far away from me and my kitchen?
or...gulp...
c) kill it, giving it a quick painless death right in. my. freaking. hands???

Then, in one terrible second, the scene changed rather drastically.

Turns out this miserably, dying bird could still. fucking. fly.

Here is the revised scene: Rue is calmy pitter-pattering aftre the bird who is careening around my kitchen and living room and I.... have locked myself into the pantry. I took a moment to compose myself and be a big, strong man instead of a small, hysterical girl**.

I heard a thump.

I poked my head out. The bird was motionless, on the ground. I emerged. Then. Then.

I look at Rue and say, "you could make my life a lot easier if you just killed the poor thing."
So he bit it. And the damn bird made a sound that made me want to cry, throw up and laugh*** at the same time. It was fucking awful. The worst sound in the world. Imagine a tiny bird saying, "mmreeplech" like it was the last mmreeplech it was ever going to utter.

After doing a little disgusted dance, I grabbed the paper towels, took the bird outside where it quickly died, thankfully without my help. Then I started washing my hands. That didn't stop for quite some time. In fact, just thinking about it makes me want to wash my hands again.

And so, to conclude, I would like to dedicate this post to The Bird, whose name is now Mmreeplech****. May he rest in peace and not, say, haunt me for the rest of my earthly freaking life.

RIP Mmreeplech

*I'm definitely not exaggerating.
**It went very well.
***I laugh when I'm uncomfortable, ok? Don't judge me.
**** Like you could come up with a better name in those circumstances.