If I get any more famous I am going to ask myself for my autograph. I won’t do it during dinner or in the doctor’s office though, because we famous people hate that shizz.
First, the gorgeous and famous Jennine of The Coveted interviewed me for Independent Fashion Bloggers. I really should have been interviewing HER because The Coveted was one of the first fashion blogs I read and Jennine was and still is a big inspiration to me. I was lucky enough to meet her in August; like any starstruck fan, I took a bunch of photos.
Then the gorgeous and studious Susanna of Jewel Box Dreams tagged me to share seven random facts about myself. Now, you might be saying to yourself, “Self, didn’t I just read six random facts about Wendy?” The answer to that is: Yes. You might also be saying to yourself, “Self, since Wendy already informed you that she is 95% sugar and once gave the Heimlich Maneuver to a small dog, could there be anything else worth knowing about her?” The answer to that is: No. However, I am going to respond to Susanna’s tag for the following reasons:
- Famous people are required to constantly talk about themselves, so I am practicing for Vogue, Letterman, dinner with Madonna, and all that other crap that I am going to be SO over after a week or two.
- It was very kind of Susanna to think of me.
- It was even kinder of Susanna to give my jewelry a good review in my pre-blog days.
- Susanna is a senior at Barnard College, a part of Columbia University. I graduated from the Columbia College part of Columbia University,where my stepdaughter is now a freshperson. I can’t turn down a sister Columbian.
Accordingly, here are seven more random facts about me.
- Barnard is an all-women’s school, while Columbia College was formerly a men’s school. Columbia College started admitting women in 1983. I got there in 1986. With that timing, I can’t exactly call myself groundbreaking, but I am definitely among the womyn who were entitled to say, “I can’t believe you asshats just went co-ed.”
- My New Year’s resolution for 2007 was to eat a piece of fruit every day. I figured I would aim really low to ensure success. I still failed.
- I feel bad about my knees. I think they are becoming as wrinkly as a flattened-out origami paper. I’m worried that I need to start wearing pants all the time, including on the beach, to avoid drawing the attention of any Fashion Nazis. I am sure that in the near future, while I am tucking my sagging knees into my shoes, I will remember this post and say to myself, “Self, you had great knees then that you should have appreciated more.” This does not make me feel any better now. In fact, I just feel sorry for my future self. (This didn’t help.)
- I am very interested in finding out the name of Demi Moore’s surgeon. You think she REALLY had a knee lift?
- I feel guilty about every cent I spend while I am spending it. Maybe not every cent. Let’s say 95 cents on the dollar. This does not stop me from spending money or enjoying my purchases after the trauma subsides.
- I used to have both a scene from The Muppet Movie and the first 26 lines of the Canterbury Tales memorized. I only remember the Muppet Movie scene now.
- I greet immediate family members by saying, “Hewwo!”
(Oh great. Now I have a Muppet song stuck in my head. Click here for the original Sesame Street Ma Nah Ma Nah.)