Is the world pregnant? Yeah, that’s what I thought. Listen to me: Avoid baby stores at all costs. They will make your skin itchy and it’s just visual overload and you’ll end up spending waaaaay too much. Learn from my own experience, peeps. What baby needs a $175 onesie? Exactly. (no, of course I didn’t buy that, but I mean really. Has the world gone mad?).

Soooo cute, and if you don’t have a baby, it doubles as a pet bed! LOVE multi-tasking!

For that future rock star. Four-piece set; you’ll need to add tacky bling, though.

Penny loafer Uggs for toastie tootsies. So cute I could shed a wee tear. Now, these are Uggs I can wrap my head around.

The hooded towel thing that you’ll wrap your little darling in and take a billion pictures of and then show strangers on the street because … Well, who knows why?

These aren’t shoes. I know, I did a double-take, too. They’re socks! How totally brilliant is that. Plus, they’re metallic for that twinkley toes look. Start ‘em young, I say.

But the best, the absolute best, is the Pee-Pee Teepee. Dying over this, absolutely dying. Obv the most hysterical thing on the planet.

None more than 50 bucks, and most under 30. You may now do a happy dance.

xxooxxo,
BobbiePen.

It’s coming down the pike. Winter. As much as you wish wish wish it wouldn’t couldn’t shouldn’t, you’d better wrap your head around the idea, because ….it is … coming. Batten down the hatches, and while you’re at it, keep the little birdies safe, sound and snug. I give you The Tweety Bird Dreamhouses, all made by hand, like proper Dreamhouses should be.

Happy chirpletts, here, here and here.

xxooxxo,
BobbiePen.

I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but the design world has whipped themselves into a veritable frenzy over their love of the typeface Helvetica. I don’t get it; I mean, it’s an okay typeface, but to make a freakin’ movie about it? And blogging incessantly to the point of distraction? Please.

Let’s do Neutra instead. It’s a funhouse of personality. It certainly has more style.
Style is good, you know.

Building blocks here.

xxooxxo,
BobbiePen.

This is a ring. I swear. Leave it to Martin Margiela to turn everything on its ear. Just beyond clever and cool. And you know how I feel about that. Think you ought to have this. Like, now.

xxooxxo,
BobbiePen.

I didn’t write the Great American Novel, but I thought about it.

I didn’t go bird watching; guess they’re still waiting for my call.

I didn’t go to Maine; I had it shipped to me.

I didn’t win Lotto, damn it to hell. Now I’m prepared.

I didn’t get organized, though I considered it briefly. For about 2 seconds.

I didn’t prepare a pig or a pie for the State Fair, so I’m counted out on that
one. Boo.

I didn’t have one date. If you believe that, then I have some pretty amazing
swamp land in Florida you might be interested in.

And there you have it. Very busy summer; I’m exhausted.

xxooxxo,
BobbiePen.

Olga is drop-dead gorgeous. You would think that her mind matched her looks. Nope, not a chance. She has one salty, sassy mind, that Olga, and has created a line of cards she calls Offensive + Delightful.

I think they’re freaking brilliant. Yes, yes I do, so there.

Plus, she’s been nice enough to add a whole naughty section. These are just some of the G-Raters. Find the G’s, the X’s and everything in between, here.

xxooxxo,
BobbiePen.