Very cool…inexpensive, and you get your very own font of your own handwriting:

http://www.yourfonts.com/fontgenerator/472436.html

I noticed a few flakes. So, I’m thinking, I trust Neutrogena.  I got myself a bottle of the T/Gel Therapeutic Shampoo.  Read the directions.  Put it in the shower.  Got myself ready.

The thing I forgot to do was smell the sumbitch before slapping it all over my head.  I thought I was going to pass out.  But, I was committed.  So, I followed the instructions.  Then tried washing with a different shampoo.  Tea Tree–that should work, it’s pretty strong, I think to myself.  Eight shampoos later, my head still smells like creosote and evil.  The Devil may wear Prada, but even he won’t go near this stuff.

Seems the active ingredient is coal tar.  It’s not cheap, either.  I think it’s because it’s only made one day per year, December 26th.  That’s the day the elves take the coal dust from the bottom of the “naughty” sack and distill it down into a big vat of pure Essence of Santa’s Hatred.

I am going to a fancy tea room for High Tea tomorrow.  I smell like I sleep in a shipyard.

Neutrogena, I trusted you.  I feel violated.  And, for the record, I still have flakes.

For the truly adventurous, (or the criminally insane), you can get it at Drugstore.com.  But don’t say I didn’t warn you.

I sometimes use this site as a platform to talk about things other than handbags.  This is one of those times.

I’m not just crazy about handbags.  I’m also crazy about art.  And, after today, I’m crazy about Blick Art Materials.  I’ve ordered from them several times before, and I have always been very satisfied with their selection and prices.

Long story short, I voiced a complaint via their web interface about a problem I was having with their checkout system.  Turns out, the problem was ME.  I was the one at fault, for not grasping the concept of price changes between the day I placed something in the cart and the day I actually tried to purchase the item. 

The thing is, Lisa, the Order Department Lead, bent over backwards to make me happy, even though it was entirely my fault.  Not only did she explain what had happened in language that didn’t make me feel like an ignoramus, she offered to allow me to complete the order using the (now expired) coupon discount and pricing.  Their webmaster was able to pull the information about which items had been in my (ever-changing) cart at the time.  Lisa even phoned me this morning so that I could complete the order over the phone with a minimum of hassle, and even expedited it so it would go out today.  I was nonplussed! 

I’ve rarely experienced this level of customer service with a retailer, and it’s important that I let other people know, even though this isn’t the best forum.  I know some of you who read my blog are “crafty,” so I thought you might be able to find some goodies on their site.  I swear, they have the largest selection of art and craft supplies I’ve ever seen.  And, their prices are extremely competitive–no need to clip that weekly coupon for “one single item at 40% off” (you know which coupon I mean).  I decided to become an affiliate (which, like all the retail links on this site, merely means that if you shop by clicking through the links here, it supports the site by kicking back a small percentage of the sale) but did not receive any compensation from Blick for reviewing my experience.  Blick was just well worthy of a mention, and I’m happy to do it. 

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A recent working paper, “Rethinking Brand Contamination,” by MIT business professor Renee Richardson Gosline observes the consumption of counterfeit vs. luxury goods and sheds new light on consumer motives.  Her discoveries are intriguing. 

First, Gosline notes that consumers are much more confident in their ability to judge real from counterfeit if they see the item in context, e.g., if they see a handbag being carried by a woman vs. seeing it on the shelf.  Now, she doesn’t imply that consumers are truly any better at judging the difference, just that consumers will look at the “whole package” and pass judgment on whether a person looks like they would be carrying real or faux luxury.  I suppose this is good news for people like me, because I can infer that my beloved Balenciaga is safe from thieving hands when I pair it with my Birkenstocks.  (I’m thinking of marketing my look; I call it “frumpy fab.”)

What is most interesting, however, are Gosline’s conclusions about purchase motives.  In another working paper, “The Real Value of Fakes,” Gosline used interviews from hundreds of consumers who had knowingly purchased counterfeit goods (at purse parties, etc).  Within two years, a full 46 percent of those consumers had purchased the authentic version of the same product, even if they couldn’t tell the difference. 

Why is this so significant?  First, it explains why design houses seem to be looking the other way when it comes to counterfeit goods selling all over the internet and in your neighborhood malls.  There is clearly a benefit to the label if a shopper will spend as much as 10 times the fake price to purchase the exact same bag again.  46 percent is one heck of a conversion rate.  And why do we do it if we can’t tell the difference?  It’s the snob factor.  It’s evidently not enough to look the part, we don’t feel the power or status of luxury goods unless we actually spend the money.  We don’t get the high unless it’s the real thing.  I guess our conscience knows we’re only faking ourselves out with counterfeits. 

And I’ve been there.  Before I knew how counterfeits were made, and what counterfeits funded, I didn’t see the harm in owning them.  I quickly learned that the cost to society is too great to ever again purchase a fake.  Unfortunately, salespeople hardly ever give me a second glance when I walk into the boutique.  It’s a shame, because I only ever buy the real thing–and only from attentive, polite salespeople.  Because of the way I dress, I’ve learned to stop making snap judgments about whether or not a woman is carrying a real or fake bag.  I’ve seen some very well turned-out ladies carrying very poorly made counterfeits.  I’m not sure who they thought they were fooling.  One fake ruins a whole outfit.

Me?  I’m sticking with “frumpy fab.”