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Guess who turned five this weekend?

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I wish I had pictures of the cake/candles moment but I was using C's camera ... which amounts to something like waving a light bulb in front an Etch A Sketch.

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On Sunday we tried on some dresses I'd brought, opened Uncle Kevin's present, and went to the park. All of which amounted to nothing compared to a blue Freezie.

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And now: some movies. Again, because of C's camera they have no sound, which makes Stella look like Buster Keaton.

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Have you seen this? It's called Grey Gardens, and it's a 1975 documentary about Big Edie and Little Edie, a mother and daughter who live together in one room of a mansion in the Hamptons (the rest of the house being expropriated by feral six-toed cats and Wonder-Bread-eating raccoons). The mother is extremely narcissistic, the daughter slightly insane. They are the aunt and first cousin of Jacqueline Bouvier Kennedy Onassis. Little Edie was once quite beautiful, and still has an astonishing flair for clothes (making a hat out of a blouse, for instance, or a skirt out a sweater). If you're gay or a fashion designer or the suffering husband of someone who's interested in fashion, you'll love this film.

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  1. When does her spin-off blog come out? I can almost see the first post now, "when I was five I used to have to try on dresses for my childless-uncle..."

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  2. Anonymous9:55 am

    these photos are so delightful i can't stand it. they really make me happy

    and grey gardens was a fantastic glimpse into lives i would never otherwise see, i recommend it highly as well

    yeah, everyone's been waiting for my endorsement

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  3. what a cutie. :)

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  4. OMG what a cute kid! Happy Belated to her! I hope she got the pretty purple pwny!

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