I don't get bebe. If there was something unique in the styling of the clothes, or if they was something unusual about signature details or if they were made of extremely wonderful fabrics or prints, I could get into it, but so much of it is blah blah blah. And for the parts that are not so utterly boring, you have either: a) be on the "skinny side" or your size, or b) wear all items sans sous-vêtements.
I think the point of the entire line is for people who are lucky enough to wear the clothes, they have the luxury of saying "look at ME! I can fit into skinny people's clothes." Hence, the tiny baby tee that has the logo emblazoned in rhinestones on it. Or the size 2 jacket that my forearms were almost bulging out of. Or those itty bitty bootcut chocolate brown pants that looked great on the rack and fit pretty well, but that I couldn't fathom wearing to work. Of course, that didn't stop me from buying this cute dusty pink tweed box cut skirt that was 15% of the original retail price. But still!
The boys came back from "'Cago'" and while yesterday was fine, this morning was slightly off, what with The Gov. having probably gotten his every wish for two days. He called me "Mr. Mommy" yesterday, and then he said, "I called you that. It's a joke, mommy." But then he said, "I like this food, I like the food you make at home, mommy"--but I think he was just incentivizing the rapid deployment of chocolate crepes with fresh strawberry filling and made-from-scratch chocolate syrup. Kids these days-they are sure attuned to subtle nuances of every kind and manner.
Posted by equilibrium-girl at April 18, 2005 12:25 PM