This Post Brought to You by the Letter E!

I have a dirty little secret.  I watch The Bachelorette.  There, I said it.  It started last year right after I had Tessa and was stuck in bed recovering from that heinous delivery.  The wasteland of summer TV combined with the train wreck that was Jillian made it so I couldn't look away.  Then, of course, I had to see what happened with Jake (and, ugh, Vienna) this fall.  Which naturally led to me watching Allie on her "journey" to "find" "true" "love."  My husband politely suggested I read a book if I feel summer television fare is so limited, but he doesn't get it.  Again, like a grisly car accident, I cannot look away from The Bachelor/Bachelorette franchise.  In the past I would have felt more shame about this, but a prominent member of our family came out and admitted he, too, watched "On the Wings of Love."  So this has given me the courage to blog about it.  Anyway, The Bachelorette traveled New York this week (all her suitors followed). . . and it just so happens I'm going to New York this week.  Watching the episode inspired me to dash off this email to my sister/hostess/tour guide:

Dear Katie,

I am feeling really lucky that The Bachelorette went to New York the same week I am headed there!  I now have some more ideas about what I would like to do while I am visiting you:

*Go to InStyle magazine and try on some "New York" outfits.  I want people to take pictures of me wearing the outfits all day.  And then I want to act *shocked* when they tell me I get to be in the magazine.

*Run around the Natural History Museum with flashlights.

*Get a tattoo involving hearts, shields, and roses.

*Make up an awkward song and sing it to you (badly) during a picnic.

*Wear a weird outfit that makes my thighs look bigger than tree trunks on stage at a Broadway play.  Preferably I would like to be extended from the ceiling by wires at this time, but I understand there is only so much you can do.

*Have a weird concert on a rooftop where I'm the only one in attendance.  Please let it have a gospel choir.

Thanks!
Kelly

She returned the email promising not only to see what she could do about making these activities happen, but that she would definitely guard and protect my heart the entire time I'm there.  Score.


Also, I guess it's False Eyelash Week here at Kell's Belles because here comes some more info on my latest obsession.  A couple of people requested better eyelash shots, so here we go on that:

Clicking on these shots to enlarge them can help you see the results.  I'm not saying that miracles happened that day.  I'm just saying the false eyelashes helped my short, stubby lashes look less pathetic when I was standing (or sitting or eating or dancing) next to my husband, who happens to have amazingly long, thick, dark lashes without any help whatsoever. 

Lucky for us, our girls inherited his!  I tried the Japonesque lashes that were already divided into four segments (not to mention came with their own glue--it felt less scary when it was all included in one pack).  I just used two of the four segments on the outer half of my eye.  I watched this clip (along with like ten others, but this one was very helpful even if Danica is a little strange).  Anyway, if you've never tried false eyelashes and you have a big event, I suggest you give them a whirl!  Thus ends my false eyelash kick.  I promise.

Emails and Eyelashes.  What a theme.