Awaiting YOUR Dossier...



dos-si-er :

noun a collection of documents about a particular person, event, or subject.

In teaming up with this incredibly inspiring group of youthful minded smarty pants, (a.k.a my Looking Glass Lane collaborators) we all had to create our own dossiers to bring with us to LGL. What ensued was outroaring laughter.
Now on Twitter and Facebook, I am seeing this Dossier movement take flight! It was a little dose of what we aim to illicit from our friends or readers at The Lane...coercion toward fun self-discovery. Let's face it...disclosure can be fun and inspiring. I am amazed at the incredibly souls who've tapped into the Dossier fun: (more arrive every day!)




Enough ado. Here's mine...

Leigh

Looking Glass Powers:
Ability to hop up the average photo with a wave of a magic wand (a.k.a. Photoshop).
Ability to razzle dazzle with wordy words.
Ability to go invisible for a moment when the housework is looking for her.
Ability to conjure the inner child, rockstar, superhero, and spy in others in the Twitterverse.

Dress-up Closet:
Banana Republic, Chuck Taylors, Michael Starr T's, snug jeans. At least one stunningly simple black dress. And necklaces. Lots of pretty necklaces. OPI nail polish, preferably not self-applied.

Disguise:
SuperProductivity Cape. English school teacher armed with Burberry specs, tight skirt, and a ruler.

Go-To Gadget:
Nikon D300, iPod (ruined in washer) and the BlackBerry. All should be waterproof.

Vice:
Speeding and propensity for overindulgence. But never both at once!

Magic Potion:
Elixirs of choice include cold beer almost any flava and Pinot Noir. You won't catch her dead with a girly vodka drink. Followed by H2O in copious amounts.

Battery Recharge Hub (other than Looking Glass Lane, of course)
Augusta National Golf Course, the city of New Orleans or the back of the Harley Davidson.

Bratty Spoilers:
The first tee with a wide green fairway. When that doesn't fix her, feed her pizza and 23 oz of beer.

Owner's Manual:

Where the Wild Things Are
The complete works of William Shakespeare
Tweetdeck
The Joy of Cooking (ROTFL, just seeing if you're paying attention)

Weapon:
A lasso to gain control, her 3-iron with graphite stiff shaft, the unsuspecting somersault.

Nemisis:
Alter Ego
Bacon
Focus
High drama

How she gets to the Lane:
Rapidly and four-wheeling with a top-down Jeep. Perhaps in a bikini depending on weather conditions...

Secret Ambitions:
Spyhood

This is the part where I dare you, double dare you, to create your own personal dossier and share it with us. Here's mine:

How'd the dossier craze come about?
On the heels of our Bad Mother social networking event with author Ayelet Waldman, I've linked arms with four supergirl, lively hooligan bloggers from Twitter @MissIve @RiaSharon @ZenMommy @modernsinglemom to shake things up a bit! We have set a sight in motion called Looking Glass Lane or @LookingGlassLN that is duofold full blown playtime fun and savvy viral marketing. You may have seen us using #LookingGlass in tweets for reference. We feel that just because you're "all growed up" doesn't mean that playtime is over. While we envision a website "house" that you can visit for big kid Adventures in Wonderland, self-discovery, enlightening book clubs, worldly diversions, fashion and style sizzle.

Under construction soon, the site will be part swanky lounge, part bean bag chair intimate chats, part enrapture. We invite you and you inner six-year-old! Make sure you sign our guest book to be kept aware of exciting new developments on Looking Glass Lane. Cool new stuff like a working web site, delicious new capers, exciting marketing partners. Next we engage you, learn about you, and award & embellish you. (YAY!) Our next big adventure is being schemed...right now.

Hugest thanks to Rajesh Pancholi of R27 CreativeLab ( @r27 ) for his fabulous creativity and kindness on this project.

1 comments:

May 27, 2009 at 1:48 PM Miss Ive said...

Leigh Leigh (said like "LiLi"),

I read you words, I shake my head, and I giggle, A LOT.

"The Joy of Cooking (ROTFL, just seeing if you're paying attention)"

Full snort laugh. Although now that I've burned pine nuts in your kitchen, perhaps my domesticity fetish has been found out as fraudulent!

I love you, girl. Big things to come. Wink, wink.

J

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