I fucking hate my mattress. My boyfriend’s mattress. whatever.

I like a seriously firm mattress; ideally, my mattress would be brand x’s “Solid Rock and We Ain’t Playing, Dawg.”

I suspect my boyfriend’s mattress came into life as “firm,” but that he’s indented and bounced some of that firmness away. When I was introduced to the mattress, it had one of those foam covers on it where the makes those eggshelly foamy bits all protruding stalactite and stalagmite like. That had to go. sharpish.

The mattress and I have worked out a kind of resigned truce wherein I just gave up fighting it and it totally lets me sleep there without eating me alive. Just arrived in my inbox from my boyfriend, though, guide to mattress buying. score. I will, of course, accept any mattress tips.

I’ve been car shopping for a few weeks now. I had shortlisted Ford Foci/Focuses/something initially. But, I like teeny cars, and I never really saw a decent, used 2 door hatchback, so the Focus kinda went off my radar.

I went down to freaking San Juan Capistrano to look at a used Jetta from a VW dealer there. I, uh, got sidetracked at the Ford dealership there by a 2003 Focus that was exactly what I wanted. So, I bought it.

Here’s a tiny, crappy picture taken with a Treo. I think the car does not look that penile in person. I am too lazy to get out my actual camera though.

While I was in San Juan Capistrano, I stopped at a coffee shop that was across from the Mission. It was totally lovely from the outside; the whole town was, really. I didn’t have a chance to go in the Mission, so I’d like to go soon.

The initial plan for this weekend was to go to Disneyland. With the car buying, it got totally backburnered. Oh well. I’ll go soon. I’ve never been to Disneyland or Disney World or anything. It’s a thing.

H&M doesn’t exist out here This is sad. Stores had been announced for Pasadena and the Beverly Center, but those would be kind of a schlep. The LATimes now says that an H&M will be built at Hollywood & Highland. shiny.

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New York Fashion Week is wrapping up today. My excitement peaked this morning with the Project Runway show. Pictures from the show are online. I’ll discuss what I think of the collections — and the season as a whole — closer to the finale, but my opinions are pretty much in stone already because I’m me and I do that. I liked two collections, and I strongly disliked two collections. I am very surprised by how I feel about which collections. I really can’t tell who the decoy designer is, but I have a strong suspicion.

On to the pros. I’m just going to talk about the shows that boated my float.

Alice Roi had this appealing schoolgirl meets Wednesday Addams meets librarian-taking-her-glasses off vibe. The color palette is a little washed out for my taste, however, as I am a pale, pale girl and must think of these things. I do adore the blackish, purplish lipstick on Roi’s models.

Gen Art looks like it will be knocked off and shipped to an Urban Outfitters to you ASAP. I would not be opposed.

Jenni Kayne, who is L.A.-based, exhibited a nice, if safe, cohesive collection. Kayne’s designs look like they’d work very well on non-model bodies. One thing that continually disappoints me about Roi is that she designs for waifs despite being very much a non-waif herself. Again, though, I am not crazy about her warm color palette. I am all for browns, but these yellow-ish tones hold no appeal.

Marc Jacobs, always a favorite, did not disappoint me. His collection was this, like, throwback to the early nineties. I elect to ignore the big hats (because why?), but the muted greys, the layered, gentle shaping, and the pop of rich maroons were just stunning. Possibly the most exciting thing about the collection was just how dressed Jacobs’s models were. It seems like a no brainer to actually cover up for fall and winter, yet few designers do. Jacobs’s girls, with their adorkable gloves, looked like they could actually brave nippy weather. My friend Andrea bemoaned the lack of good looking, warm clothes this year. The success of this collection should lead to improvements come fall. This is my third favorite collection of the season.

Luella Bartley, whose Target collection I discussed recently, offered more of the same. If you’re going to be same-y, it helps that you’re doing punk schoolgirl, and that you do it well. There wasn’t a lot individually for me to be excited about here. I look forward to people knocking off Luella further so that Luellaesque touches can be incorporated into broader wardrobe schemes.

Monique Lhuillier offered her usual glamour, and this is a very good thing indeed. I love her peacock blue fabric and updating of 50s silhouettes.

Nanette Lepore earns my second favorite nod. Her influences are all over the place — buttoned down priss, flirty socialite, Asian elegance, 40s Hollywood — and it works. Her use of rich reds offset with greys and taupes look so yummy for winter. I’m actually incorporating quite a lot of burgundy into my winter/spring [whatever season I live in] wardrobe now, so no surprise I’m drawn to this. A lot of her designs would look great on my long, curvy, short-waisted body, and that is a challenge. Also, FYI, Lepore blogged Fashion Week (How refreshing is it to see models with red eye?).

By far, the runaway show for me this season was Marc by Marc Jacobs. This is Marc’s slightly younger, more reasonably priced line. You know the quibble I had over palette in Jacobs’s other show? Yeah, no quibbles here. The royal blue he showed with the black and charcoal is fresh and yummy. Bruise is the new black . . . or something. Military inspired with empire and drop waists, slouchy, easy, and comfortable, god, this collection was fabulous. I want to own almost everything here. I bought a sewing machine recently; this collection makes me wish I knew how to construct garments. Like his other collection, Jacobs has dressed his models as if winter fashion may run concurrent with winter weather. I am smitten.

I stopped at a drugstore during lunch today to see if they carried my favorite Russell Stover Coconut Cream Eggs yet for Valentine’s Day/Easter/whatever. They do. yay. (My thighs boo.)

As I was walking to the cash register, a sale sign caught my eye. What makes $3.99 hair dye more attractive than $9.99 hair dye? Got me, but apparently six dollars do the trick. I purchased Garnier’s 100% Color in Bright Auburn Blonde. My mission now is to not actually dye my hair with it, and ideally to return the fucking box.

My stylist — a rad dude who really knows his way around a curl — and I recently discussed going red. It’s pretty cost-prohibitive, since I would want it to look natural rather than all Manic Panic. Red dye doesn’t last in one’s hair as long as other pigments, and it definitely loses its brightness quickly. We’d do the full color process the first time, and then do more of a gloss treatment in subsequent monthly visits, since this is less damaging. Damage is certainly something I am concerned with, since my hair is past my waist and, like most wavy girls, errs on the dryer side.

The good news is that since my hair color is not very dark and is quite bright already, it should hold the red pretty well. This is the part where my stylist shocked the hell out of me. We had to choose a color so I could think about my decision. Apparently, I am a “very dark blonde with golden and coppery highlights,” which, huh. Thence, he recommended we use an intense copper blonde shade.

So, here I sit with a box of Bright Auburn Blonde. I am not going to use it. I say this so that I will soon mean it. There are issues. I mean,

• The color is too orangey for my skin tone, I’m pretty sure. I’m pale as death.
• If I hate the red period, how the fuck am I ever going to get back to my weird, complicated natural hair color?
• I am flaky.
• Who is going to dye me? I trust no one I know out here to properly work a basting brush.
• If I go red, I’d have to dye my eyebrows, too. That could be a disaster. I might blind myself, you know.
• I haven’t dyed my hair in years, and it’s actually all natural and healthy and great and stuff at this point. Is it worth fucking with that on a whim?

I think I can have willpower, I think I can . . .

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Mr. Blandings Builds His Dream House unquestionably has earned a spot on my all-time favorite movies list. It’s totally funny, and feels blessedly undated. It is pretty ripe for a remake. But. um. Being retooled into a sequel to some fucking movie — that was directed by the same guy who made Cuba Gooding Jr. say [brightly], “Now I understand sledding!” in the trailer for Snow Dogs — is a motherfucking abomination.

Dude. Ice Cube is not the problem. He could be quite charming and befuddled and delightful given good material and a good team. But this is so not that project. yikes.

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