God is a Bedazzler

Seriously - it's the only thing that can explain the sudden proliferation of Bedazzler-related incidents I've been noticing lately. It started on the red carpets and migrated to the runway. It is of course a shameless rehash of fashion trash but still - I can't help but believe that I would be so happy if everything I owned was studded with rhinestones and sequins (nothing too close to the face - sparkly-circles-on-the-chin is not a good look for me: or anyone frankly!). Beyond wardrobe, I need more disco balls in my life. My conversations need to be more scintilating, my wit more brilliant and my hair way shinier. Bedazzler, if you're out there somewhere and listening to my prayers, I am ready to surrender my whole self to you - please Bedazzler, sparkle on me!

One of the worst things about living alone is that there is no one else to blame when the ice cube tray is empty.