Someone once told me that I had “wrist game.” After figuring out what that actually means, I decided it’s probably the coolest compliment I’ve ever received.
Don’t hate the player, hate the wrist game:
New bracelet(s in one) via Loft.
Someone once told me that I had “wrist game.” After figuring out what that actually means, I decided it’s probably the coolest compliment I’ve ever received.
Don’t hate the player, hate the wrist game:
New bracelet(s in one) via Loft.
Rev your engines, ladies and gentlemen of the Triangle:
Just how good is this sale? My brother’s fiance found beautiful J.Crew wedding dresses – yep, full-length dresses – for us to wear as bridesmaid dresses at the monthly Asheville sale for $20. TWENTY DOLLARS. Just imagine the possibilities.
It can be a hard sell to get me over to Chapel Hill, but this one’s a no-brainer.
Remember these babies? I finally used them on a DIY project this weekend – turns out serape is a perfect counterpoint to modern thrift store stools:
One down, one to go.
“Mr. Obama has been ramping up the energy level every day since announcing his jobs proposal on Thursday, and the event here raised it another notch, appearing as a cross between a campaign rally and — this is North Carolina, after all — a basketball game. The university’s marching band showed up in Reynolds Coliseum, accompanied by a squadron of cheerleaders and baton twirlers, to play Wolfpack fight songs for three hours before Mr. Obama arrived, to a capacity crowd of 9,000 people, including students who had camped out to claim tickets.
In a surreal battle for musical supremacy, the university band then kept interrupting the usual campaign-trail tunes (“I’ll Take You There” by the Staple Singers, “The Rising” by Bruce Springsteen and the twangy “Only in America” by Brooks & Dunn) with outbreaks of drumming, dance moves and “Go State!””
- New York Times article on Obama’s visit today to N.C. State
And if the city rockers pooh-poohing the “ignorant” folks down south would realize that all the real playing and singing comes from Nashville, maybe we could meet in between.
- Bob Lefsetz on the Pistol Annies’ new record