New Sponsor! MeganKills

I'd like to give a warm welcome to Daddy Likey's new sponsor, Etsy shop MeganKills!

The lovely Megan (who is not actually a killer, as far as I know) stocks a great variety of vintage clothing, accessories, quirky miscellaneous, and original art.

What I especially love about Megan's shop, besides her fabulous aesthetic, is that she carries funky vintage clothes in a wide array of sizes--there's an adorable little pencil skirt with a 26-inch waist next to a fabulous belted bubblegum pink skirt that could fit up to a 39-inch waist, and everything in between. As someone who wears a modern-day size 10/12, and considering that many of my vintage shopping excursions go like this, I really appreciate seeing well-chosen vintage pieces that would actually fit me (bonus: many pieces are less than 10 bucks).

Please show MeganKills some love! Thank you!

p.s. And check back later today for your weekly dose of Don't Show-cha Your Chocha!

High Fashion Haiku

Give it a second,
if you can't see the forest
for the mini...skirt.

Paul Smith Sherwood Forest Printed Mini Skirt, £180. (via Design is Mine)

Blogback Mountain

The awesome Rory from the awesome blog Awesome All Day recently conducted an awesome interview with me. Please check it out and show him some love!

Possibly my fave Nubby outfit to date.

When I was about 10, I attempted to start a barf bag art trend, in which I would draw stuff on barf bags during plane rides, and then sell my masterpieces for a million dollars. Nothing came of it, but now this guy is selling Styrofoam cup art for hundreds of dollars. Sure, his stuff is way better than mine, but I'm still a little bitter.

I might have to move to New York just to try to score invites to Joanna G's parties.

And to drink peach sangria with WendyB at the Christian Francis Roth studio.

Secret Society of List Addicts is such a rad blog, and they welcome submissions from readers! Here's mine, which includes my preferred definition of the word "nonplussed."

Speaking of lists, here's 15 Skills Every Woman Should Master, and 50 Things Every Woman Should Do In Her Lifetime.

I've been obsessed with the south since my trip to New Orleans, and seeing the gorgeous Creole Collection isn't helping.

My friend Brittney perfectly describes the 20-minute trendy outfit "Time of Doubt." Love it.

Just gorgeous.

And finally, a huge congratulations to new mama Eve and new auntie Amber!!

The Pasta Omelet Flashback Sandal

Ranking among my favorite stories in our family lore is the time my dad decided to make an omelet out of everything in the fridge.

When my brothers and I were growing up, my parents' work schedules meant that my dad was almost always on dinner duty. We quickly got used to his creative cooking techniques--butter sandwiches, anyone?--and friendly "Eat it or die" motto, but nothing could have prepared us for the night we sat down to eat what looked like a basic omelet.

I took my first bite, and within the eggy mixture I tasted the unmistakable doughy crust of Papa Murphy's hawaiian pizza.

"Ummm, Dad?" I asked. "Is there old pizza in this omelet?"

"Yes," he said flatly.

"Oh." I looked over at my brother Devin, whose mouth was agape, a tangle of yellow egg and white noodles hanging down over his chin. Horrified, I used my fork to split open the wedge of omelet on my plate, and sure enough, within it sat a clump of last night's fettuccine alfredo.

"Ummm, Dad?" Devin asked. "Why is there fettuccine in this omelet?"

"Because," my dad said, "I didn't want the leftovers to go to waste."

My next bite yielded teriyaki stir fry, then a hunk of apple sauce porkchop.

The dinner soon devolved into hysterical laughter, each of us guessing what our next forkful would reveal. All the while, my dad sat at the head of the table, stoically eating his pizza-pasta-stir fry-pork chop omelet creation, insisting it wasn't that bad. And also, to eat it or die.

Why am I telling you this story? Well, I recently found the shoe equivalent of my dad's famous omelet experiment:


Right? I mean, this designer just threw everything in the pan--there's an orthopedic sole, gladiator shape, athletic laces, high end snakesin, and even a sort of puffy moonboot material up at the top there. I'm sort of surprised the description doesn't include, "Wear it or die."

I might choose die. No offense.

New Sponsor! MaruMaru Jewelry

I'm kicking off a new sponsor program aimed at small businesses, bloggers, and artists, and I'm so happy to announce that my first sponsor is one of my very favorite Etsy sellers, jewelry maker MaruMaru:

I've featured some of MaruMaru's vintage and retro-inspired pieces here before, and I own a gorgeous necklace from the shop that garners an average of 70 compliments every time I wear it.

Not only is everything adorable, but it's all under $20--please check out the shop and tell 'em Daddy Likey sent you!

p.s. Are you interested in sponsorship opportunities? My rates are super affordable and I'd love to discuss the details with you! Email me at daddylikeyblog@gmail.com

Martin & Michael (and a pair of shiny shoes)

Hey, Martin here.

So, did you guys hear that Michael Jackson died? I haven't confirmed anything yet, but I heard it from my friend Lenny and he's usually pretty reliable. Except this one time he told me that Elvis was dead, and I was like, "Lenny, he's not dead, he dines with me at the dumpster behind the bakery on Tuesdays and Fridays."

In other news, look at these awesome shiny shoes:


My favorite Michael Jackson song was "Man in the mirror," so the other night after I had one too many bites of fermented fruit compost, I sang a tribute to MJ called, "Raccoon in the shoe."

Cuz, like, these shoes are as shiny as a mirror, and I'm a raccoon.

Deep, huh?

XOXO,
Martin

Shoes: Be & D Women's Evangelista platforms. Thanks for the tip, Jessica K.!

Awesome Affordable Etsy Find of the Week!

"Mandy" Kawaii Fabric Hairbows, $5

When I saw these adorable little bows, I reacted the same way I did when I saw a baby goat at the county fair yesterday: Screaming "GHEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!," jumping up and down with excitement, and calling my mom to ask if she would buy me one, even though I'm 24, and they're only $5. Well, the baby goat probably cost more than that. Whatev.

p.s. They also come in pink gingham! GHEEEEEEEE!!!