Unfancy things happen to good people.

There are millions of reasons to let winter get you down: sunless heavens, not a lick of natural earth anywhere (just ice over ice over ice), having to hide your miniskirt under giant down jackets. It's a shame, really. I understand that you might not be able to recall the feeling of your bare your arms on a bike ride to the Hideout and I can see how you may find it hard to imagine that this frozen tundra is the same Chicago in which you laid on Addison beach and watched the Wednesday night fireworks. I get it. You've got the winter blues. But, come on. That is no reason to dress like a gorilla.

I really cannot comprehend the mentality behind the fur coat. It's 2009. You don't look rich. You don't look chic. You look like a gorilla. Anyway, aren't those gorilla suits expensive? Why are you wearing it on the train? Is that your every day coat? Oh, stop! Do NOT make me laugh. I can't possibly take you seriously when you're dressed like a gorilla, anyway.

But listen. I'm not going to worry about the sudden surge of the Chicago gorilla population because eventually it will be spring and they will go away and I will rejoice. However, I must warn you all. There is a year round fashion disaster that is taking over the midwest. Brace your hearts and hide your children. It's called The Vera Bradley.

This quilted nonsense propagated, no doubt, from some color blind demon crouched in the most swarthy, unlit bowels of hell is the cause of all the injustice in the world. If I spot you with one of these monsters latched to your shoulder two things happen to you and I:

1. You will go on my enemy list.
2. I will say a prayer for you.

The fabrics used to create these...well, I guess they are supposed to be handbags, should be reserved to be used strictly to clean up spills. They are patterned so that you'll never know whether you are looking at a stain of questionable origin or if it is actually part of the horrendous pattern. You will NEVER know! The bags do not match or compliment ANYTHING that you own. I promise you. It does not matter what you are wearing. It does not "go".

Now, I have a confession. A tragedy to tell you. This is a true story. My sixteen year old sister and I are the only women in our entire extended family to not own one of these godforsaken bags. Though we were spared we had to watch it claim every other woman we are welded to by blood. Take heed, my friend. Do not allow this to happen to your loved ones. I made the mistake of going away to college and leaving my mother to fend for herself. She lost the battle in less than two years. It was a sad day.

So now that you know, you can't say I didn't warn you. My conscious can remain clear. Don't pay twice for over-priced quilted nonsense; once with cash and then for the rest of your life with your dignity.

Talking about unfancy things is quite exhausting but if I saved one single soul then I'm glad I did it.

Thanks for caring,
Rebecca

The Logan Theatre - Ice Cream in the Winter Time

Shame on them. Shame. (I am wagging my finger right now.) Shammmmme. It has come to my attention that there are people who have been hating on the Logan Theater. Psh-ah! Now, now listen. I know: The seats are uncomfortable. The floors are sticky. But I have a question for you, Are you a Rockefeller? Cause I sure am not. Listen. This theatre shows movies (that are still in mass circulation I might add) for three dollars. Having trouble believing it? I'll type it again - THREE dollars. It's only three dollars. Which sounds a lot like free dollars if you ask me, because that is basically what it is. Yes, you should bring a hemorrhoid pillow. No, you should not expect the best sound quality. But, people, times are tough. You shouldn't have to suffer through a near economic melt down with no entertainment.

Do be sure to check frequently for your movie show time and date as they come and go like lovers in the night at this place.



Logan Square
2646 N Milwaukee Ave
(between Kedzie Ave & Sawyer Ave)
Chicago, IL 60647
(773) 252-0627

Lovings from the back row - Fancy S

Here we go again on our own...

Hello Kittens. It's the new year and that means ... lists. Write 'em down, stack 'em up, look at 'em in three months and see how far you have come! Here is my fancy list for the new year...

List One - The Importance of Being Fancy (or, why being a better human is more important than your foot ware, dare I say...)

I, Fancy S, vow to undertake the following fancy actions at least once a week:
- smile at a stranger. And not in a creepy way, but a nice, Hey how are you, happy you're alive and breathing, kind of way.
- learn one new grammatical rule (trust me you will all thank me for this one).
- try something I have never done before. This one doesn't have to be big - it could be dipping your fries into honey (which I recommend if you haven't tried it), finding a new band, trying a new food, etc.
- discover one new fact about a friend or family member. My friend, Fancy M, helps with this one as she emails questions to a group of us! Thanks M!
- give up my seat on the train and/or bus to someone who looks more tired than myself.
- cook a nice meal because I can - and do it cheaply!
- finish at least one full article in the Economist

This is just a partial list - however, I would love to get your comments on what you think is a fancy action and also what you have done this week that is FANCY!