Showing posts with label sartorialist. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sartorialist. Show all posts

Monday, March 17, 2014

A box of Miss Soft Crab assorted (PM)

Hunks and grey sweaters are two of my favourite things! So much so that in NYC last year I bought this postcard.




And in cyberspace last week I bought this jumper. 

Those Sartorialist images touched me too and I'd already been coveting this grey jumper. Now it's mine! Oh sure, the sleeve is not that big and I won't wear it under everything. Just a coat or two. Probably not at the same time though. 

Hey, while we're on random things does anyone else thing it's total fucking ridiculous that Blogger has a phone app, as if that would be useful, but that you can't do things like add links or format or schedule your posts. Yeah, just saying.*

*Sorry this post started beig text centred. Stupid fucking Blogger app. 



A box of Miss Soft Crab assorted (AM)

Today I thought I would cover off on a few of the things Miss Soft Crab is famous for in one single, easy to use post. Because sometimes there's so much stuff to eat and see and think about that it's hard to pick a favourite. Other times one has a little bit to say about a few things, but is light on detail on all those things. I'll leave it to you to decide what kind of day it is today.


First, hunks.
The Chutney Club met yesterday and we had a lovely day as usual. There were two figgy jams, a cheesy spread, a nutty/seedy mix, some pickled plums and I just brought chocolate for everyone because I couldn't get it together to make something.  At one point, the conversation turned from food to hunks. Pickle commented on how much she liked Leonardo di Caprio. We all nodded and murmured  in agreement. We talked about him for a little bit, how he's a real bona fide movie star and his appeal is not waning as the years go by. This conversation felt like it lasted for a about 30 seconds but at some point, J got up and left the room and when she came back she said "what are we talking about? Are we still on Leonardo?". We were still on Leonardo. A bunch of grown women in their thirties talking about Leonardo like it was 1996.






The conversation only really ended when someone commented that it was very sad Jonny Depp had left Vanessa Paradis and we all nodded and murmured in agreement.





Ok, now lets talk about clothes.

I want to dress like all of these people in pictures that I found on The Sartorialist.





The above picture is from a post called 'Big grey sleeves under everything' which I think is overstating it. It seems to me like big grey sleeves under coats. On two people.


This photo was from a post about turtlenecks, which have always been dear to my heart.

Clearly there's a bit of a theme going on, which is about being warm and comfortable. The only problem is that while these people look stylish and 'fashion forward', I'm pretty sure that if I dressed like this I would look like I was 'letting myself go'.

I'm not saying I won't do it, just that I guess I have to pick my moments. And my audience.
Ok, that's all for now. Bye you guys. See you in the PM.


Thursday, January 23, 2014

Better out than in (AM)

Every so often Miss Soft Crab turns her mind to something quite meaningless and fixates on it good and proper, even though she knows it's stupid to be fixating on that thing and there's a strong chance that the only reason she is doing so is because of her old friend menses.

That time is now, readers.  If you're in no mood for inanity, I suggest you come back next week because this post is a doozy. Here's the situation. 

My hair is really really boring but I don't want to get it cut because I am trying to grow it and I'm too lazy to do anything with it.  All I want is for my hair to look really great, and like I don't have to put much work in to it, because I don't want to put any work in to it.  Instead I have a lank, pre-mid length bob coloured bark-brown with a fringe that's way too long and no matter how much I pretend, I know it absolutely does need a fair amount of work to look decent. 

Something like this would be nice:


Or this. 


Instead I have this:


But I don't have Jane's fit rig to serve as a distraction.
Blergh! 

Thursday, April 11, 2013

How to buy a winter coat (AM)

After an early summer disappointment involving the selling out of a Scanlon and Theodore dress that I had pinned all my summer hopes on, I basically gave up on summer fashions, wearing things already in my cupboard from seasons past. While this is excellent on a personal economic and global environmental level it was a little boring, though not regrettable. After the dress became unavailable I decided there was no point wasting my time with summer clothes and looked forward to my favourite fashion seasons, autumn, followed by winter. Lucky for me, The Sartorialist is a northern hemisphere blog so I spent a lot of summer checking out what people there were wearing northside. Sure, I could have been practising drawing or writing or something else productive. But instead I spent summer looking at winter fashions. I got me some good ideas but the thing I became truly fixated on was a winter coat.

Though I may think the internet is ruining some things, I definitely appreciate that I can look at the wrong season fashions on international websites. I have decided that my dream coat is navy, of the pea style, wool, just past my hips, high collared. Basically it’s this guy’s coat.



But where can I find that guy’s coat?!

Yesterday I tried on this coat at Trenery. I liked it quite a lot, but wished the buttons went higher and the coat went lower.




Then last night I got an email from Trenery telling me I had could get 25% off.  But should I buy a coat based only on its price?

I  like this coat a lot:



But its expensive and on the internet. Can I drop heaps of dollars on a coat I haven’t tried on?


There is another one I like. But it’s from Gorman and expensive and has no collar. But I like it a lot.

I told LB about my woes and he asked me if I wanted him to buy me a coat for my birthday. No! I protested. But maybe that is the answer.

How to buy a winter coat. It's a question, not an instruction.

Tuesday, July 24, 2012

Way to go, Brad (PM)

I love it when people comment on Miss Soft Crab, so maybe the Sartorialist gets a kick out of all his commenters too. But it just seems, how should I say? Effing ridiculous that people feel the need to write shit like, 'I love that outfit!', 'What a beautiful photo!', and 'She looks incredible!' on a blog full of great photos of beautiful, well-dressed people.  You dig?

Oh! Or the comments people leave on food blogs. 'Yum!' 'That looks delicious!' 'I can't  wait to make that!' Yeah, no shit people.

So word up to Brad and his haiku. And you guys. I've loved every comment y'all have ever left so keep that good stuff coming!

Way to go, Brad (AM)

You know how I like to watch bad TV shows and bad movies so I can roll my eyes at how shit they are?
Well I also like to read the comments that people make on The Sartorialist for the same reason.  People say the darndest (by which I mean the lamest) things on The Sartorialist. One never sees so much stuff that absolutely does not need to be written as that which one sees when reading the comments on The Sartorialist. And I've read 50 Shades of Grey,  so believe you me readers, I know a little bit about the topic of things that do not need to be written. 
Par example, about this photo:



People said, amongst other things:

"I love this dress"

"I love that white dress on her! So simple and chique (sic)!"

"She looks gorgeous. And I love the shoes"

and much much more. Oh brother. 
If only the readers/commenters on The Sartorialist could be more like you guys, readers, who only ever make super great comments here on Miss Soft Crab. Instead, they just say more and more stuff that really does not need to be said, and leave me feeling that there is no hope for them.
That is, until now!

Check out what commenter 'Brad' said the other day, in relation to this: 


"double t-shirt man
basking in the cold noon sun
belted cardigan!"

Haiku comment! HAHAHAHAH. 
Way to go, Brad!

Thursday, July 12, 2012

Haiku Thursday (PM)

Not me*

Winter bulk
I dream of a time
When I can just wear t-shirt
Jumper/jacket-free

History tells me 
that under these big jumpers
There is a body

Next time I see it,
In early spring, it will be 
Fat from lasagne


*Picture from The Sartorialist. She looks pretty nice in her winter bulk, ay?

Tuesday, June 26, 2012

Things I don't like in a dude (PM)

Eeeeewwwwww. Long nails on a dude! I also find this incredibly offputting.

I understand that this is a ridiculous double standard; why can chicks have long nails and not dudes? But that's just how I feel. In fact, just last night I was looking at The Sartorialist coverage of the Burberry menswear show and thinking to myself, "Some chicks' looks just don't work on men." Specifically in this case metallic clutches.

Thanks for the picture The Sartorialis
I don't like tits on my dudes either, you gonna give me a hard time about that?

Anyways, as I am neither in nor on the market I probs don't spend as much time as K checking out the dudes on the tram. Not that I don't spend any time doing that. Usually if I see a handsome man on a tram I think, what a shame this guy is on my tram and not the 96 (K's tramline). But I guess it takes more than the same tramline and respectable nail length to fall in love.



Wednesday, April 4, 2012

WTF Wednesday (PM)

Oh, oh man, ads are THE WORST!
I'm glad you brought this up, because pretty much every time I watch TV I encounter an ad I want to pay out on. However, I'm pretty sure ads are like jokes in that when you hear one, you think you will totally remember it and can't wait to tell other people, but in fact you have already forgotten it and you pretty much have no hope of recalling it next time you need a joke. It turns out that when I'm not in front of a TV watching ads, I find it very hard to remember ads, so I've got nothing new here. But that Gaviscon one sure does sound dumb! And those Helga's Sandwich Thins makes me think that by the time that product got to the advertiser's desk, the damage was done. Bread that is more like a stale pitta so you can put more sandwich in it? That is a solution begging for a problem. It offers nothing that a person who likes sandwiches couldn't have provided for themselves with a little experimentation. Trust me, Helga's,  if a person really wants more sandwich in your sandwich, they will figure out a way, and ideally that way will not require bread sacrifice. Idiots.

While we're on the topic of things that make you go WTF?, consider this photo that was on
The Sartorialist yesterday with the heading: Layered Knits.


As you can see, this gentleman has layered the shit out of some knits. Obviously this is very confronting, so I'll give you all a moment to collect yourselves.

OK, personally, I like a knit, and the thought of layering knits to achieve some kind of state of mega-warmth, well lets just say me likey. However, WTF is with the fact that this guy is also holding a knit? Dude, are you worried that we are not going to understand that you are experimenting with extreme knit-wearing, what with your DOUBLE KNITTED CARDIGAN deal, one of which is a CHUNKY KNIT? We get it, guy, we totally get it. You look like Linus, carrying that thing around, give it a friggen rest.

Thursday, September 29, 2011

A question of grooming

Mate! I have often wondered about the Satorialists grooming tags and I do have a few thoughts on the matter. I mean, I agree with you in my understanding that grooming is the way people present themselves above and beyond the clothes they wear. But maybe the Sartotialist is seeing things that we don't see.

Like, that first guy in your post, with the grooming tag, he has a much neater knot in his scarf. And he has a beard he would have to look after. Maybe the Sartorialist thinks this makes a huge difference.

Or maybe when he is taking the photos there is something different about the grooming tag people to the non-grooming tag people.

Or maybe he just forgets the grooming tag sometimes. Cause if you ask me everyone on that damn website has enviable grooming.

I think I have used the word grooming too much this week. I don't even know if I am using it right anymore.


Friday, June 17, 2011

Even failed experiments can teach us things

Interestingly when I first saw that picture of the Sartorialist's handwriting I thought it was similar to yours but not crazily so. Frankly, I thought you were mildly deluded. But when I see you write those words I see that it is more similar than I at first thought. I'm sorry I doubted you.

Here is what I learnt from and since reading your post:

-Although your writing looks a little like the Sartorialist it looks a lot more like your mother's.

-The fact you can't see this makes me think you may still be mildly deluded.

-Alladin (Disney version) is a really good musical. (I ought to know. When I was a teenager and used to babysit my cousins we would sing all the Disney hits to a CD compilation they owned. When singing "I can show you the World" Mondonna and I would make Frandonna be the the Magic Carpet. Technically I did not learn this from or since reading your post.)

-The Dopp kit's name derives from the early 20th century leather craftsman Charles Doppelt, a German immigrant to the United States, who invented his toiletry case in 1919. The kits became widely known during the Second World War when they were issued to GIs. Although the term was originally a trademark, it appears to have at least mostly become generic, and the U.S. Patent and Trademark Office lists the trademark as abandoned.*

Before yesterday I had never hear the term, but what is the bet I start hearing it EVERYWHERE!

-I have terrible handwriting and very few samples of my family's handwriting. I guess the letter really is dead.





*Thanks Wikipedia

What was I thinking?

I was looking at The Sartorlialist yesterday and happened upon this photo of some of his notes and sketches. Check out how similar our writing styles are! Here I am writing some of the same text he wrote in his picture.






I swear I didn't try to make them look similar, that's really what my handwriting looks like. It's really similar, right? Of course I would prefer if my general style was more like his, but handwriting style is a good start.
Anyway, this made me think about a good idea for a blog post. I know for a fact that some members of my family have very similar handwriting, and I thought it would be interesting to get everyone to write a sample sentence and then compare them. What an interesting experiment this will be! I thought to myself.
I texted Elderbro and Midbro straight away so they could get working on their samples. I gave them clear instructions. I said:

"Hi dude, could you please write the following text on a piece of paper and photograph it then text/email it to me? This is my handwriting when I am making an effort to be neat. This is my handwriting when I am making no effort to be neat. (obviously I would like you to either make an effort/not make an effort depending on the text you are writing). Thanks!"

I asked for the two samples because I thought it would be interesting to see whether our writing was more similar when we were making an effort, or when we were just freestyling. After all, it was going to be an interesting experiment.

Knowing that my parents would struggle to absorb all of this in a text message, I emailed them the same request, explicitly asking each of them to write the nominated sentences. I also asked them to scan it and email it to me because they don't have smart phones from which to send photographs, but they do have a scanner. So by the end of the day, I had notified everyone in my immediate family of what they had to do, and all that was left was to wait for the results to roll in.

Of course, this did not happen. First, Midbro replied saying that it was the school musical that night and he couldn't possible do it until morning. For those of you who don't know, Midbro teaches Year 6 at a school we will call Grighton Brammar. Each year, Grighton Brammar puts on a musical with the girls at a neighbouring school we will call Birfank. This year they are doing the hit Disney musical Alladin. Anyway, the performance was last night and because Midbro fancies himself as being a but like the teacher in Glee (he once told me that he really relates to him) he couldn't do what I asked. I guess this is fair enough.

But as for the rest of the family, their inability to follow instructions and/or inability to use technology has totally compromised the exciting potential of my handwriting exercise.

This, from elder bro after several text messages providing further clarification:





What about the sample when you are making no effort to be neat, Elderbro? What about that? My instructions were so clear! I could tell that further text messaging would just make things worse so I let it go.

Mum called me when she read the email, saying that they didn't know how to use the scanner. Knowing that my uncle Gary and aunt Glenda are staying with them, I suggested they consult with those guys to figure it out. She said they had already consulted, and no one knew. I told her that four adults with an operating manual should be able to operate a scanner. Right? Right? Apparently not.
This came through a short while later:








Not only can they not operate the scanner properly, but they also misunderstood the instructions, so only Dad wrote the first sentence and only Mum wrote the second. What kind of comparison is that?! These people would make terrible scientists!

Happily, Midbro got on board this morning and sent the following samples through:





Um, I can't really tell the difference, can you?


And finally, here is my sample:



I can't tell the difference here either.


But here's what I can tell:


-Elderbro has nice neat writing that looks like a masculine version of Mum's


-Dad has terrible writing because he is vision impaired and has arthritis but he is excellent at lawn bowls and cooking steak (the last bits I know from experience, not his handwriting)


-Mum has nice neat writing that looks like a lady version of Elderbro's


-Midbro's writing looks like a no-nonsense version of mine


-My writing looks like The Sartorialist's!


-This was a terrible idea.