misosouper, a shopping blog

Oh to be a cat: what other species is gifted a happy, red design object because their ass stinks?

Blik has a revamped website, and I’m transfixed by some of their new decal offerings.  The designs from art collective Upper Playground are particularly good at balancing edgy and sweet:  Cat Moonlight reads so Aristocats art nouveau, and Costumes is just grown-up fun.  But for real bang on your wall, go for the eerie, exploding Butterfly Gun.

For our upcoming Summer Beach Tour ‘09, my daughter wants a backpack to haul her assorted comb, rock, squirt gun, and My Little Pony collection around.  (Translation:  I’m tired of her stuff rattling around in the bottom of my purse.)  I’m going to splurge on this kitty sack, because I’m thinking that it will get its second wind during her high school Harajuku phase.

Because my past few posts are obviously bringing the wacky back, I present to you:  cat wigs.

Do these need commentary?  Because if the answer if yes, then read Anderson Cooper, pontificating on the phenomenon.   Oh, Anderson, so obviously not a cat person:  like merkins, cat bewiggery is all about the fantasy.  Look deep into her eyes, and you’ll see a roiling blue pool of desire and longing that will now be happily sublimated through her cornflower wig, instead of unleashed on the kids’ stuffed animal bin.