misosouper, a shopping blog

This gun-shaped remote control lets you make good on your promise to off Ryan Seacrest. Metaphorically speaking, of course.

This collection of posters from design collective WeWorkForThem is definitely going into rotation on our walls. I’m particularly fond of this image for the dining room, which will give me something to ponder during interminable Sunday suppers.

This weekend’s WSJ article on American Apparel produced my usual reaction to Dov Charney: I want to clap for him, then throw up.

Instead, I bought a shirt. (I believe that’s what you might call scruples.)

As far as tank tops go, this tri-blend racerback version reigns supreme: it really is as soft, non-clingy, and comfortable as advertised. You’ll also get to enjoy one of my favorite AA experiences: snickering at the product reviews that begin, “I’m a 32G but this top isn’t too tight…” or “I’m 5′4, 95 lbs, and while I was worried this would be too big…” (Because I’m also a member of the 32G-5′4″-95lb club, I’m allowed to mock, OK?)

Like I said, it’s all about the scruples.

*Woot! Misosouper is live again after a week of WordPress difficulties that have since been resolved. (Thanks, BlueHost and Derek!)

I missed you, and I hope you missed me too.

I’ve always loved these graceful candlesticks, and with the code GIVEGIFTS, they’re $7.50 apiece. Buy six now, and hoard them for the holidays.

Let’s face it: Sloppy Joe’s drinks are gross after the third slurp anyway. When the era of tramp stamps and glow sticks is behind you, celebrate your dignity at home with this frozen concoction maker. It’s not cheap: tequila-flavored shaved ice (and the walk of shame back to your the sanctity of your own bedroom) will leave you spring broke, but certainly not spring broken.