Listen up girlfriends, this one’s about you (and let’s be honest, we all love to read about ourselves).
When we first came up with the concept for Foxy Blunt, we weren’t sure if it would fly. Heck, we knew we were two design snobs with bad gag reflexes, but were there others out there like us? It was comforting to know we weren’t alone within our circle of friends... then again, they could be just as nuts as we are.
Still, we were surrounded by women who had fabulous style and a feisty sense of humor. People who embodied everything that Foxy Blunt would be. If we knew so many of them, surely there must be more of our species out there. We just had to find them!
So, today, we’d like to give a small shout out to our own lovely muses: women who aren't risk-averse, who put it all out there, who flaunt their humor for all to see. (Or as we like to call it, women who have kick ass lady bizness and aren’t afraid to show it.)
Take Miranda, for example, who runs a fancy-schmanzy men’s clothing store in Toronto. When the swine flu hit last fall, she turned it into a selling opportunity that had people on the street taking pictures… and many a new customer coming in to say, “Ha, that’s funny - where’s the cashmere?”
Yes, those are over 750 little piggies all perfectly lined up. Now that’s commitment.
Then there’s our friend Adrianne, who makes the most divine, decedent deserts (bless her). When she was asked to bake a cake for a friend’s son’s birthday, she was given a list of his favorite things. Sure, an Elmo cake would have been cute. A yellow truck would have undoubtedly gotten some smiles. But when she thought about what really got this kid happy, she didn’t hesitate. She didn’t wonder about what was “appropriate” or who would be offended. We applaud her honest portrayal of the truth: a boob trumps Elmo any day.
Behold, the bodacious mammary cake! It should also be mentioned that special baking apparati had to be ordered from Ebay to create this masterpiece.
You haven’t lived until you’ve eaten boob cake.
We can’t forget Sandra who, as a new mom, felt horribly unprepared for the many, many needs of a newborn. She started using a journal to help chronicle her days, and to confirm that she was not a complete idiot because she had indeed remembered the 11am feeding. It worked! So she decided to create a journal to help other mothers in their various stages of inadequacy and incompetency. She could have called it The Baby Journal; Tracking Your Baby’s Daily Needs. But what fun is that?
Let’s be honest, that pretty much sums it up…as do her “pooper” onsies.
She even went so far as to include this picture of herself with the book:
Just look at her – we can verify that she has many a more flattering photo. But she wanted to portray her honest shock that this little infant was not only hers, but she was supposed to bring her home and actually take care of her. (Incidentally that tiny baby is now a gorgeous five year old doing just fine, as Sandi did indeed remember to feed her.)
Finally, there’s our friend Kiki who is never afraid to put it all out there. This pic says it all:
As the word about us spreads we are finding more of our species out there. Like our new friend Karen, who has amazing rock and roll abs and a hilarious blog, but finds this photo of herself more relevant than the super hot one on her home page:
In case you’re wondering, those are her onion chopping goggles that she got at the Dollar Store. Awesome.
So again we thank you, our fabulous muses, for having a kickin’ sense of humor and the confidence to share it with the world. You make us giddy.