Echo (echo)

Just saw this on a commercial. Yeah, it came with a lot more information about a new disc, "best selling artist", la-la-la, and for a second, it reminded me of the last bit of news I heard about Leona. Pretty sad, actually. Some crazed fan was at her autobiography book signing, let the crazy get to him. All we know is poor, pretty Mrs. Leona Lewis was signing Mr. Fans' book, when he reached up and decked her! Punched her in the eye! I'd never heard such a thing aside from when this episode went down with John Stossel, but he was asking for it. Note to Mr. Fan: "I keep bleeding love..." is not only a lyric but a metaphor, fool!
As I was saying, I saw this on the commercial. What is this, you say? This is in reference to her top or the top of her top and how familiar it looks...to me and maybe a handful of other people.

This pic and product isn't the best rendition of what I had in mind, but it is what I had to make it work. I created this piece as one of my final garments for Project Make last year. I originally had tons of the white material--a heavy cross-hatch weave that ended up being more difficult to manage than originally considered. Given conditions, I decided to use the blue suede yoke for a softer touch and add contrast to the piece. But, imagine if you can, the white points to the left and right of the piece...Yep, they were originally where Leona's are.
Maybe I should change my blog name to "Jessica's Latest "Doh!"'

Oxy-moron

I don't even know how to start this story.
The picture above is of...a few things.
1. All the boots I instantly claimed "Mine" upon scoping stock at my local consignment shoppe.
2. The only other shoe I could find to fit me while I looked for my own.

That's right, people. I lost my shoe while shoe shopping.

So, as I say, "shoe shopping," which, in reality was my effort in which "One skillfully scores the most awesome boots available to man, at a fair price"...and tells about it on her blog.
Instead, I write to warn of such a sojourn, minus a mode.

Scene: PCD enters store, feverishly grabs every black boot in sight.

Reality, none of the shoes were "The One(s)" so I was over it.
Hording haze lifted, I assessed the situation at hand: either find my freaking shoe! or buy a new pair as naturally, this was my initial motivation. (While I didn't realize an actual hunt and peck for the shoe I came in with was in order, nor did I anticipate exiting in said misfit footing.)

At any rate, my first thought was "Karma...": this is payback for my hungry haste and began to return (a few) boots to the racks. When my flop did not (magically) appear, I took it one step further (really) and began organizing all the shoes for sale, as surely my work would work.
(It should be said, that loan loafer on my right foot was indeed alone as it was the only shoe I could find to even fit me.)

...(those dots should indicate) 45 minutes later, a fellow I'll call Joe happened to pass by just as I was ready to give up. (Joe is the "Loss Prevention" guy at the front door and I felt silly not handling the loss on my own.) I must of screamed "HELP!" because Joe's first words to me were "Ok! Do you know where you are??" (Yes, Joe. I just spent half my life on aisle 7 and a half.)
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The long and short of it is, Joe recruited the manager (he said he'd "never heard such a thing") who in turn simply crouched lower than I had to find the flop in limbo.

That's Joe up there although the real hero of the hour (!) was the manager and I failed to get her picture.
Who am I kidding?? I got my flippy floppy on and beat it out the door with nothing more--or less, than what I came in with, as I suppose Joe really did do his job.
What do you think is the roll of "Loss Prevention"?