Freaky Friday: Pinterest Finds

Yay it is SO CLOSE to Christmas you guys. I'm behind on stuff, but when does that not happen. It seems like every time I think I have a day to catch up on things, I end up having something that completely derails any progress. However, today will not be one of those days. I shall get it all done and clean my house to boot. Oh, what's that? I should get off the computer then? I Agree. But it's Freaky Friday time first. This is all stuff that was found in the underbelly of Pinterest. There are so many good ideas, yet so much scariness there too.

 This post is bought to you by Camo Formal, which is apparently a real thing. I'm sorry, are you getting married in the forest? Why would camo be necessary at a wedding? Are you trying to allude your guests? Is there paintball? WHERE AM I?

Thanks to Rachael, who said "Rachael said, "I was on Pinterest and found this wedding dress for the hunter in all of us. I threw up."

Indeed, Rachael. Indeed. 

 Nothing rattles my chains quite like a peeptoe boot. For when your legs are cold but your toes are toasty warm.

 ...Unless it's a laced boot with a sandal foot.

 If your Grandma's knee-high reinforced tights were a really unflattering swimsuit.

 Have you finished shopping for your husband yet? If not, can I suggest that you dress him up like a lumberjack lady? Even the model for this looks like "Don't....say......a word...."

 This. This is why leopard print gets a bad rap. Because these shirts are made and then worn to bars and then used as a way for 50-year-old women to pick up 20-something guys. OMG have you guys seen "Extreme Cougar Wives?"

Uh... yeah. Me neither.

 It's the Inception of sweaters. We need to go deeper! More sweaters on sweaters!!

Ooh, I finally found the perfect outfit to wear to all those Christmas parties! Wait, did I say Christmas parties? I meant an I Wish I Had a Sandwich and I Dream of Jeannie Fan Club party. 

 There is no way to say this nicely. Homegirl looks like she's been rolling in hotdogs. I'm sorry.

 Speaking of needing sandwiches. I feel like we need to have like, a movement of people who run around feeding models. And then I could be like "Sandwich Squad! Assemble!" and everyone would head straight to their nearest Subway and throw sandwiches at people who are wearing Spanx as pants like this lady.

 Graphic sweaters are super in right now. But SpongeBob Droopy Crotch is a good look for no one.

Another gift idea for your man. If Ronald McDonald was deeply metro. Ooh, myabe I could introduce him to hotdog girl?


Alright, I'm singing (aka signing - another famous typo from moi) off for the week -- I'll be taking next week off for Christmas vacation AKA lying around in bed eating leftoevers and reading in my pajamas. Ohhhh yeah.

Merry Christmas everyone!