Inkblots

…about the cost of remodeling a bathroom in New York.

No, really.

My deadline is at 1:30. It’s not even for publication–it’s a silly “test article” to see where my abilities lie. It was between remodeling bathrooms and black mold inspections. I chose the bathroom one, just because it would be easier to fluff up with lovely adjectives about life in NYC, as opposed to fungus.

Good news?

If they decide to keep me, I could make upwards of $20,000 annually. Not bad for a college student’s spending money, I guess. It’s better than food services, anyhow.

Speaking of NYC and fluff, I was checking my email this morning when I noticed the Undressed! column on Windows Live. (Confession: In the past year, I’ve become as much of a fashion fiend as the next girl.) Anyhow, Mischa Barton was out and about in New York this weekend (see left).

Now, I’m usually into Mischa’s wardrobe choices. I think she’s ballsy. Who defended that pumpkin-colored, high-waist pencil skirt in 2005, Mischa? Me. Me! In terms of innovation and pulling off the downright impossible, she’s up there with Pixie Geldof and Agness Deyn.

This time, I don’t get it. I almost get it. Honestly, I do. And I really want to comprehend this clothing choice, in case it goes viral before this evening.

The shoes, bag, and button-up blouse say “conservative girl-next-door”. Throw in the Rainbow Brite socks, and it’s an irony; A statement in clothing form: “I might dress modestly, but that doesn’t change the fact that I voted NO on Proposition 8″. Conservative clothing, homosexual socks. That, I can deal with. And then, my interpretations are thrown out the window at the sight of those nearly skin-colored tights.

Jesus, Mary, and Joseph. I really want to believe she just forgot her skirt. Or that there was a power outage the night before, and she mistook flesh-colored tights for black ones. I’d much rather pity a burned out, hungover Mischa Barton than a Mischa Barton who thought the “double-take factor” (Is she pantsless?!? Oh, nevermind…) of nude leggings would be a great choice for a Sunday morning dalliance.

This is probably just me projecting my frustration over having to write such a silly article onto a celebrity. Oh, well. To quote Steel Magnolias, “If you don’t have anything nice to say about anyone…come sit by me.” Let’s make fun of the celebs together. Here’s the link to this week’s Undressed!

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