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Unfortunately that is not how things roll here. I seem to remember a (somewhat) famous author who was burned at the stake here. The "chef" shall we say, disappeared from The Forum immediately after she set up her "kitchen" (with several cooks and sous chefs on hand to assist). Why hasn't Meg commented on this thread? She was quote outspoken about Elana in the past: http://www.purseblog.com/index.php?s=future+fashionista&x=0&y=0&=search
it would be for me.![]()
Ditto!!
LMFAO!!!!!!
Me too...........
i'm confused. what are you talking about with an author/chef/ kitchen? can someone please explain it to me?
A member here spoke to her on the phone. . .
her FB pages are run by her, she posts regularly on her personal one.
I highly doubt she's been taken hostage. Taken hostage and forced to raise show chickens..??
But I don't doubt she is ill in one way or another..
Does anyone know what illness she has? I never ordered from her, but after reading this thread, I looked at her website. Her items look beautiful! After reading this thread, I would not order from this person, but I felt concerned for her health.
Future Fashionista said:First let me say, I'm SO SO SO SO sorry for being gone the last few weeks. On top of my hospitalization, my Uncle Lazzlo that works for me fell off a ladder and broke his neck last week.
I came down with a high fever, chills and severe stomach pain a couple days before the 4th of July and it got increasingly worse until I couldn't get out of bed. After not eating for 2 days and developing a striking resemblance to Steve Buschemi, I ended up in the ER.
The CT showed bad inflammation in my colon, so they scheduled a colonoscopy for the next morning along with IV antibiotics. A couple hours later a nurse that looked a lot like "Large Marge" from the Pee Wee Herman movie gruffly awoke me to start drinking a gallon of "Golightly" which I can only describe as a cross between iridescent anti-freeze and yak urine with some added carbonation thrown in to distract you from the fact that you feel like 3 root canals and a cavity search just occurred after drinking it.
The next morning, they wheeled me down to do the colonoscopy and a nurse started adjusting my IV. "Elana, I'm giving you a narcotic that is going to relax you." The room became hazy and I squinted at the colorectal surgeon. "I'm a reclusive Russian Mathematician with a fondness for circulation socks and pinochle. Sergei, could you put some blue highlights in my hair? I'm just kidding. I like diamonds. zzzzzzzzz."
Upon waking I learned that my colon looks like the set of a Valentino film complete with matching chase lounges. They also found an old VHS copy of Bill & Ted's Excellent Adventure, inflammatory bowel disease and diverticulitis. The crypts in my transverse, left and ascending sections were inflamed and abscessed which they decided to treat with steroids and antibiotics. Unfortunately while they were removing the tube at the end of the procedure, my colon was perforated so they ended up going in AGAIN and repairing it.
Upon returning home last week, my daughters were bathing our chickens for the county fair show and our rooster, Liberace ( has a fondness for sequined Ascots and looking spectacular) escaped into the woods so I helped catch him..... right after he ran into a large patch of poison ivy. Something I am highly allergic too. Within a few hours, my face blew up and was burning. By the end of the day I looked like Sloth from The Goonies. HEY YOU GUU---YYYS!!!! I ended up with an epi-pen in my thigh and 5 days of a burning watermelon head.