I am not a shop

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Fighting A Losing Battle

A quick snapshot of my Formspring account: This last person, by the way, followed the Formspring question up with no less than three comments on the blog itself, all in the space of ten minutes, and all asking about “sheeping”…

Breaking news: I am not Joan Rivers. Really.

Dear People who keep sending me hate mail relating to the E! Network’s “Fashion Police” show, I AM NOT the E! Network. Or, indeed, Joan Rivers. And I don’t have Kim Kardashian’s number either, so no, I can’t pass on your…

Not a Shop, Part 765: I love hot looks!

I’ve been ill. I’ve been ill in a “having to take time off work to flop uselessly on the couch surrounded by tissues and lemsip” kind of ill. A “can’t stop talking about how bad I feel” kind of way. So I haven’t…

I am not a shop, part 11,876

It’s started again: the whole “let’s pretend Amber is running a shop!” thing, I mean. I’ve had a good few weeks WITHOUT being constantly asked about my “stock” and where I ship to, but this morning I woke up to…

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I Am Not a Shop. Seriously.

On Friday, a very disturbing email flooded in: —–Original Message—– From: Tights With Flip-Flops Woman  Sent: 27 February 2009 16:45 To: Amber, Finder of Everything Subject: tights for flip flops I have a friend who has “problem feet” and wonder if you…

Amber the Omniscient

Lately I’ve noticed a dramatic increase in the number of people mistaking me for God. By that I don’t mean they’re getting down on their knees and worshipping the wonder that is Me, or even that they praise me like…