my ghostwriting dog
As I have made Career Change #352, milliner and fledgling costume designer, I do not have as much time to spend on my beloved blog. But fear not, dear readers! My loyal dog Maggy has agreed to help me out by taking up the slack.
Currently, her true-ish account of the Mardi Gras doggy parade, also known as Barkus, is posted on the nolafugees website. You may link to it here:
Nolafugees is the brainchild of fellow UNO alumni who used Katrina as a springboard to spread their irreverence to the web. It's the closest thing that NOLA has to The Onion, so check it out if you're so inclined. Be warned: there is adult language, middle fingers on display, and footage of a very drunk Joe Howard.
As well, Maggy's writing is also "of the streets" so think twice before forwarding it to your bible-thumpin' grandma.
And for your Spring Hat needs, check back soon for photos of Miss Amanda Costumier's Spring Line. We watched the New Orleans mayoral debate last night and I was grieved to see that not one candidate brought up our most pressing need right now: Super-Bitchin' Hats! (So many fallen shade trees, so many Carpetbaggers working under the Southern Sun with unprotected scalps and bald spots...)
Stay safe. Wear a hat.