Once a week or so, Gwyneth Paltrow sends me the Goop letter from the Goop offices at 7 World Trade Center, New York, NY. That’s my first clue she’s no ordinary mommy blogger – my address is Sunroom in the Back of My House, Half a Block Down From That Crackhouse.
This is the dress you save up for because it never goes out of style? Honey, by the time I save up enough money for even a mere 32 inches of Chanel dress, I am anticipating I’ll either be as big as a house and/or have thigh wrinkles. I could see passing it on to my daughter, she could wear it all the way from preschool to sometime in Jr. High when her father will order her to “Put some clothes on, this ain’t the beach!”
I really do love the boots, I am going to go down to Payless and HomeDepot and see if I can’t make myself some for $25. Heck, maybe I’ll make several pairs and sell them at the flea market as Geuninesque Gucci Gear as shown by Gwyneth in Goop. Although I can’t really see anyone at our flea market having Gwynnie style aspirations; I’d be surprised if her whole mailing list isn’t made up of bloggers looking for something easy to mock.
To see for yourself, go to goop.com






