Margaux Lange | Earful of Cider

Random Thursday (ˈrandəm ˈTHərzdā): the day on which Sarah plunks down all the odd bits and pieces she’s been sent by friends or has otherwise stumbled upon this week in an effort to avoid writing a real post, the assembly of which usually ends up taking twice as much time as sitting down and creating actual content.

Two of you sent me two individual Straight, No Chaser vids, and I couldn’t chose. So I didn’t.

FIVE of you sent me that Kmart commercial . . . but I have the feeling most of you have already seen it. More than once.

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The Fairly Inclusive If Slightly Commercial ~~Christma~~s Holiday Can Can

Start at :43 (trust me) and hang on:

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Barbie Baubles

I have two daughters who so far have only had sixteen birthdays and fourteen Christmases between them, and have somehow amassed twenty-seven Barbies, Kens, and assorted Mattel® Friends, plus five Monster High dolls and several bushel baskets worth of related outfits and accessories.

That last bit is something of a joke, as my youngest does not suffer a doll in her proximity to be clothed for more than thirty seconds. In fact, the dolls themselves haven’t been touched in the last year, except to be grabbed from the storage bin, shoved headfirst into an improbable outfit for reasons unknown and then field-stripped in thirty seconds, before being dropped onto the playroom carpet in flagrante deplastico.

However, about a month ago,we donated—with the children’s ~~ennui~~ blessing—the entire nudist colony and their combined untouched wardrobes to Goodwill, where it is hoped they will be adopted and loved and clothed and all that jazz.

But when Watson sent me a link to Margaux Lange’s website, I thought, “Rats, missed opportunity.”

Because Ms. Lange has found a unique way to repurpose Ms. Roberts and her friends.

Or parts of them, anyway.

She’s even found a way to make something pretty out of all those horrible Barbie heels that like to gather in the dark corners and eat their mates before throwing themselves under your feet pointy side up, like tiny plastic caltrops.