Do you know about The Catorialist? (I didn't.)

It's one of Refinery 29's four favorite unconventional street style blogs. Featuring "fashion-forward felines," The Catorialist combines Sartorialist-esque photography with "Cute Overload-preciousness." I like the post titles.

"On the Street...Full Tortoise, Chinatown, LA"
"The Catorialist for Purrberry's Art of the Trench"
"Sunset Sharpening...Los Angeles, CA"

When you have five minutes and fifteen seconds to spare, watch this parody of Dirty Dancing.

(This is for my daughter who has already watched the 1980's movie classic 37 times--a conservative estimate.)

(Via Cinemash)

Charlie bit me. (auto-tune version)

For some reason, my kids have been watching this over. And over. Again. For the past 48 hours.

Food With A Face

There was an article last week in The New York Times about Jeffrey Moussaieff Masson - author, former psychoanalyst, animal lover and vegan. He was in New York recently to promote his new book advocating veganism, “The Face on Your Plate: The Truth About Food." Masson's other books include “When Elephants Weep” and “Dogs Never Lie About Love,” both best sellers.

Of course I was immediately drawn to this photo.
Then I read this...

“And the thing is, I can’t bring home delicious, wonderful French bread and just eat it in front of him while he has to eat that gluten-free bread that tastes like paper or something.” (Mr. Masson is referring here to his 12-year-old son's gluten sensitivity.)

So I continued reading. Things like...

“Cats don’t appreciate it when you give them vegetables."

“The chickens were very sociable. They would come inside the house and watch me writing at the computer. And I would be picking up after them with a box of Kleenex."

As a Harvard undergraduate, Mr. Masson saw his own demons in a can of tuna.

Call it feeling loopy at one in the morning. But I then had face with a smile.

It's not EXACTLY one of those blog posts about wedding things.

A few days ago my son and younger daughter (not prom girl) were playing an online game of Family Feud. This is what I overheard...

Question: Name something you're afraid which might show up late to a wedding.

Son's Answer: Groom.

Daughter's Answer: The cake.

(Gorgeous photography by Mel Barlow)

funniest movie ever

Now I can't post about things British and humorous without mentioning this hilarious movie: A Fish Called Wanda. It's my all-time favorite comedy. Kevin Kline is genius in it. In fact he received a Best Supporting Actor Oscar for his performance. What's your favorite funny flick?

Brit Humor (not a person's name)

In keeping with the British theme, here's something else I came across whilst (Middle English origin; definition: while) visiting Apartment Therapy. Naughty neighborhood names (like Crapstone and North Piddle) in England were the subject of a recent article in The New York Times. Do any of you live in a town or on a street with an embarrassing name?

Cheerio! (Say it with a British accent. It sounds better.)