When I saw this, I just started screaming with laughter. So loud that I think I woke the dead in Connecticut. Can’t you imagine a whole army of these wandering around your Halloween party?

Here’s how it all works: the broom is battery-operated (batteries not included, natch) and glides over a smooth surface until it bumps into something, then stops. Then starts again. Never a dull moment.

And have you checked out the Boo Gift Guide? Well, you should.

OMG, and there’s a video showing them in action!

“I’ll get you and your little dog, too”, right here.

xxooxxo,
BobbiePen.

With tongue firmly planted in cheek, this is way better than a fake fur. This has all the style without the tirades and tedious controversy (insert big yawn here). There’s just not a chance that I’ll be caught in some synthetic mess that’s better suited for a carpet. Nope, not gonna happen in this lifetime, or the next for that matter.

No felts were killed, murdered, assassinated, maimed, mutilated or otherwise harmed to keep you one step ahead of the fashion pack.

Thank you, Mister Reinaert.

xxooxxo,
Bobbie Pen

Do you get really sick and tired of rummaging in your enormous bag for stuff you need right this minute? You’ve been there, I know you have. That huge thing that you call your bag is like a black hole and everything goes to the very freaking bottom and you have all of these cases, pouches, holders and whatever the hell else that you were brilliant enough to get to keep everything in its place. Okay, but here’s the prob: all those brilliant little organizers are black and they fade into oblivion and all look the same and then you absolutely lose your mind and have to put your stupid enormous bag on the street, the floor, the whatever and unload the entire damn thing looking like the last fool just to find …. wait for it …. your phone that has since stopped ringing. And then you just want to put a gun in your mouth.

No more.

These are the flash cards of pouches. Loving.

A smart, stylish little collection of everything you could possibly need and all completely affordable so you don’t have to spend another fortune to get organized. … again.

xxooxxo,
BobbiePen.

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.

Are they serious? Yeah, right.*.These little tiny torture chambers are in the fashion issue of Vogue.
The article? A fitness strategy so you can wear these little tiny torture chambers. Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha. Like I’m dying to do that. I really try not to do ugly. Or for that matter, do special exercises in order to do ugly. Have they gone stark raving mad? **

* As if.

** Apparently.