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Don't Worry, There's Something in It for You

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So I bought this comforter yesterday. Yes, it's a comforter in a bag from Target: sue me. I needed something easy. It's supposed to be chartreuse, but it looks a little more baby-shit brown in my bedroom. The trim is very dark brown. This is where it gets difficult: I seriously need some curtains. Right now my bedroom windows are covered with wrapping paper, which is pretty ghetto, even for me. So I need your help in finding curtains. I'm also open to whatever other suggestions you have about the room. Currently it is just a white box with berber carpet. The dresser and closets are built-ins (painted white) so I'm not looking for more furniture, although I am looking to make an upholstered headboard. I was also thinking about these Audubon prints (from a book) for the walls, but now I'm not so sure. And this was the original inspiration, FWIW: (more here ) And so to solicit as many replies as possible, I'll sweeten the pot. One commenter chosen at ra...

Dear Jamie,

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You know you look like a tremendous douche, right? The jeans and flip flops say, "I plan on catching an infectious disease at Glastonbury," but the jacket says, "What time is the Pet Shop Boys concert?" and the hat says, "I like to steal hats from tiny old men." So really, Mr. Oliver, I'd choose just one statement and go with it. via Paul Smith's blog P.S. to Mr. Smith -- maybe you should stop playing with matches.

How Crazy People Get Dressed in the Morning

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Expect to see more of this picture. embroidered red Mexican dress purchased at grocery store no bra charcoal gray yoga pants hemmed (unevenly) with scissors pink cashmere socks navy Bean boots moth-eaten, 9 year-old black cardigan with non-functioning closures hair pulled back in rubber band from the newspaper And only an amateur would be satisfied with watering the plants, or unloading the dishwasher, in such an ensemble. A woman with real panache would wear it proudly through the drop-off line at school, waving like a pageant queen at everyone she knows.