Foo-king Pissed

Have you ever had your style ripped off? It happens to me every now and then and it. is. irritating.

I'm not claiming to be any type of design genius. Unfortunately, when it comes to my taste in interiors, I'm above average but below exceptional. This means that I don't have enough talent to make a living as a designer, just enough sense to hate ugly shit. It's a frustrating place to be in. I'm just ahead of the curve - I'll envision something specific that I want for my home and painstakingly search for it. Then, two years later, it's everywhere, everyone has it, and I don't even want it anymore. Gar.

Last March, I worked in France for a month. I spent my time off scouring the flea markets of Nice for unique items. I found a set of foo dogs in a color that I had never seen before; turquoise. This being one of "mah colors", as they say in Steel Magnolias, I was overjoyed and bargained the best I could in my haphazard French until I got the shopkeeper down to $200. Feeling quite pleased with myself, I lovingly wrapped my dogs in many layers of newspaper and nestled them into my suitcase. Sure, I had to leave behind a pair of Uggs and my Hunter Wellies to make room. That was okay with me. It was a worthy sacrifice, and the dogs have become part of the family.

Imagine my jaw dropping dismay when reading this link from In Style about Carrie and Big's apartment in SATC2. Yep, kids, for just SEVENTY EIGHT DOLLARS, you, too can now order "Carrie's" turquoise foo dogs online.

Hers:

Mine:

It's not enough that Carrie got to wear seven seasons of designer fashions? It's not enough that she ends up with a millionaire in a blinged out  New York apartment? Ugh. I'm as mad as Charlotte was when that bitch Laney stole her baby name, "Shayla". This is gonna go down just like "Keep Calm and Carry On", everyone's going to get them and I'm going to vomit.