This is going to be such an exciting year, we are convinced, at least here at bunnyshop, if not in the outside world, which remains a terrifying, dangerous place. We are going to have contests and contest winners—including the announcement of whoever it was who won the Nick and Jessica Celebrity Marriage Death Pool—and even, we absolutely cannot believe this, little things where if you say the code is “bunnyshop” you get 15% off things! Can you imagine? We so cannot. Seriously. Truly.

And to really start this year off right, as a present to ourselves, our readers, and humanity, we have deleted every mention of Abercrombie and Fitch, those fucking fucking fucking assholes (don’t get us started). Can you think of a better way to start 2006? We can’t. Really. Except in the Caribbean. But close. Happy New Year!

P.S. And here is a picture for you. Just for the record, that is a dog cuddling with a cat. And that cat’s almost as much an ass as Abercrombie. All things are possible, friends.

To the mall. Oh, the mall. This is what happens when you grow up in New Jersey. The mall just feels like home.

Of course, our mall is too down-market for a J. Crew, and in any case, we find them sort of hit or miss. But when we like it, we love it, and we just absolutely adore this Lyndsey cotton cady [sic] dress. Apparently cotton cady is “a beautiful Italian flat weave with a subtle sheen,” but to us, it just looks like somebody forgot an “n.” Anyway: beautiful. We love it. Get there on the double, though, because they’re taking an extra 25% off of everything in the winter sale and it’s just totally disappearing. $149.99 plus an additional 25%.

The problem with Anthropologie sales is that you’re like, “How did all this fucking crap get in here?” It’s like half of their stuff is absolutely, ridiculously, $12,000 zinc-baker’s-table gorgeousness, and the other half is sweaters with crocheted butterflies. Which has a time and a place, but the time is not now and the place is definitely not in our closet. Er, on our floor, with the rest of our clothes. Still, we adore it, and given the choice, we’d probably rather be sequestered in one of their stores than anywhere else. Like in The Mixed-Up Files of Mrs. Basil etc.

This has got to be the ultimate Anthro dress, no? And the fact that this is part of their “Boxing Day” sale, which we learned in yoga class today refers to the practice of servants showing up at their masters’ doors, looking for their tips in little boxes. Again, we have no idea if this is true or not. Practically half off! Was $249, now $129.95

[Abercrombie post deleted because of their awfulness]

And P.S: Gap. We know, the Gap. We refuse to link to them and their Safari-rejecting website, but we remember how, when we are in London, sometimes we will go to the Gap, where the jeans cost $148 because of the shit conversion rate and general price-up-making, and we will feel like total assholes, because we cannot afford them. But now we are home, and sometimes we can go into the Gap, like we did yesterday, and buy jeans for $9.99, and we are just delighted with the world again.

Like we said yesterday, there were just too many worthy buys in the shopbop post-x-mas sale to put in one posting, so here’s the second installment. Also, we get tired. Why are the holidays so exhausting? Seriously, our only plan at the moment involves selling all of our possessions on eBay and moving to Peru. Speaking of moving: Get to these fast, if you’re into them, because they’re disappearing by the minute.

Anyway! That’s the bronze Kooba Chiara Hobo—there are really just too many words in that description, no?—and it’s 30% off. Buy it now, save it for spring. We just hate bronze bags in January. Isn’t that random? It’s just too full of life and liveliness. Maybe if you are in the southern hemisphere, then it’d be okay in January. Because it’d be summer there. Oooh, geography, brillian! Was $525, now $367.50

That’s Twill Twenty Two’s Santa Fe jacket. The thing about this list is that we love everything on it, and it’s hard to speak interestingly about things that you like. Sort of like the office guy you’re in love with: It’s all, “I love him, I love him, I love him,” but none of that’s very interesting, is it? We love this jacket. That is all. Even if again, we’d be happier if the fur was faux versus vrai, tu sais? $253, now $177.10

Aren’t these adorable? So the Gap has gold ballet flats for about $200 less than these, and $200 will buy you an awful lot of, say, food. But these are practically a neutral, and they’re practically begging for compliments, and we’re annoyed at the Gap for submitting their sizing policy to the worst kind of mind-control (“Now you’re a 0! So buy these jeans!” Barf.) But this is about these lovely 12th Street flats, formerly $359 and currently $251.30

James Perse. Could not be more basic, right? Every time we buy something basic we’re all annoyed, because it’s boring, but then we wear it like 5000 times and end up feeling quite clever. Cross front camisole, was $55, now $38.50

We’re totally obsessed with vests. Probably no one else shopping shopbop is, because there’s a full range of sizes left for this Juicy Couture cashmere vest, meaning that it’s exceptionally unpopular. Well, we can honestly say we were exceptionally unpopular in middle school, and we turned out just fine. Was $198, now $138

There’s so much stuff that we want in the shopbop sale that we’re going to have to break it up into smaller, more easily digestible chunks, although we strongly recommend paging through each one of their 103 pages. Most of it is only 30%, which doesn’t exactly get us all hot and bothered, but there’s stuff in there we’ve been covering for ages — like the Diesel Ivrev vest, which, sadly, is now only available in the wrong size. That’s the thing about the xmas sales. We’ve always been rather naive and laissez-faire about them, but now we see the truth, which is of the snoozing-losing variety.

Beginning with coats, and one top:

This L.A.M.B. Royal Overcoat makes us so happy about Gwen Stefani, even if we still have no idea what that whole banana \\ holla-back girl thing is all about. Then $675, now $472.50

We also adore this Paul & Joe belted coat. Look at the little flare in the sleeves! Ugh, we love it. You could seriously wear this like every day for the rest of your life, provided a suitable climate.

And argh, we love this Juicy Couture parka, too. We’re not desperate about the raccoon collar—we’d be happier without it, not least because it’d be cheaper—but we love this micro bubble shape. Was $450, now $315

And don’t we sound like such shills today? We know, we know, but we love, we love. This is a LaROK “Grecian top.” Are we totally sure about the color? No, we’re not, but it could be good. It would depend. But the shape, yes, we totally love. And it’s the only color where there’s a reasonable size range available. Maybe we will just be shills now. We could deal. Was $128, now $89.60

This is going to be like the lowest-key ever (“lowest-ever key”?) week at bunnyshop, because it’s the week between Christmas and NY’s and, seriously, not at all sure anyone is anywhere but in line at Express returning a couple pairs of those “Editor” pants. So all we’re going to do is report on the online sales, because we are just not doing that going-to-the-mall thing. Er, okay, we totally are, in fact, we just made our mother promise to drive us to the Gap tomorrow, which means we have fully reverted to our 16-year-old selves. You know that Love Actually movie? It’s kind of equal parts horrifying and lovely. Horrifying because you’re thinking, “This is really quite lovely.”

We loved this Marc X Marc Jacobs top until it went on sale, and now we’re like “Eh.” If you replaced “Marc X Marc Jacobs top” with “any guy we ever had a crush on” and “until it went on sale” with “until he tried to make a move,” you’ve pretty much got us, all summed up. Because now we’re just like, nice and shiny but fits all weird. The Duchess Satin Jacket, $458, now $274.90

We have loved these Diesel Rame jeans for so long, longer than ever, and now they’re like 60% off. We already bought ours with our sister’s 10% off bluefly code, so if you want ours, you can e-mail us at bunnyshop@mac.com. It’s Christmas and all. $120, now $46.39

We spent like three hours trying to figure out what to write about today: Our favorite things? To buy or receive? A top ten? A year in review? Ugh, we hate years in review. Like, any round-up, of anything, that involves “TomKat” or “Brangelina” … this is not what we want from (a) our blog or (b) our lives.

So we realized that we don’t have to want anything this weekend, except maybe some sort of way to get around the DVD-pillaging hordes at Best Buy. Tomorrow we’re going to go to lunch with our ex-roommate, and then we’re going to MoMA, and then we’re going home, and then we are going to sleep for like 15 hours, and then we are going to spend Christmas at a Chinese retaurant and the movies, which, in our family, anyway, is less self-satire \\ more viable-entertainment. And then some day, far in the future, we are going to start picking out nice things to buy again. And we are going to be very excited about spring fashion, and even a Daniel Franco-less Project Runway, though the latter is certainly difficult. That day will come. Possibly on the 26th. But until then we are going to take a v Buddhist approach to this weekend (we’re sure our Lutheran pastor would just be so wild about this strategy) and take a little break.

P.S. We are so ashamed, and aware, of the fact that this is sort of like how QVC sells shit 24-7-364 and then on Christmas Day is all, like, instead of buying these 18K gold chains, here’s some delightful holiday music.

P.P.S. There is going to be so much fun stuff here next year, it makes our head spin.

P.P.S.S. We would sort of like this Kooba bag. MERRY CHRISTMAS XXXXOOOO BS

Seriously, we don’t even know why we’re posting at this point, since everyone is probably either at the mall, or, if you’re in NYC, (a) sitting in your apartment, (b) sitting in a bar within walking distance or (c) halfway across the Brooklyn Bridge on your way to your office, all of which are unsatisfactory choices except possibly for B. And we must admit our bad mood has been totally compounded by the sad loss of Daniel Franco in tonight’s Project Runway. Oh, we loved him. Possibly the most sincere man we have ever seen. More sincere than the most sincere man could be, even if he were instructed to play the part of the most sincere man who ever lived. Oh, we love you, Daniel. We knew there was no way they’d kick Santino off, but that doesn’t mean we have to like it. We will say that for once Heidi wasn’t a total bitch about the dismissal. Really, that whole task set the team leaders up to fail, allowing the boring ones whose names we can’t always remember to stay under the radar. Tsss. Anyway. Are you as excited for Rollergirls as we are?

We have been moved to commit violence several times today, including when a cab driver cut off a woman in a Saab and then yelled at her in a language we don’t understand. People, the Christmas spirit has left Brooklyn, and that is just the saddest thing we have ever heard. This is why we go to yoga, even if these last few days we have wanted to commit acts of violence in yoga class, like today, when some guy in bike shorts and no shirt tapped us on the shoulder and was all “Ex-CUSE me” when we apparently took up too much space in front of the belts. Ugh, put on a shirt, dude. It’s like 55 degrees in there, and he’s still topless. What’s that movie where the guy’s all, “I’m allergic to my clothes”? Oh, wait, it’s The Simpsons. Fair enough.

We’ve stopped wearing both running pants (uncomfortable) and shorts (horrifying) to yoga, and we’ve always been a little jealous of our yoga teachers’ wardrobes. And their lifestyles, too, all this, “I’m going to India and I’m going to Costa Rica and I can do this crazy headstand to chaduranga thing,” but mostly the clothes. This brings us to Hard Tail. It was so not our intention to put a giant photo of a girl’s … er, backside? ass? we have no idea what to say there — but to put that up. Unfortunately, due to a scarcity of large images, this is our only choice. We don’t like the pictures, but we do love these pants. Black roll-down pants, $48

You know, the problem with yoga clothes is that it’s usually either too ugly (designed by hippies) or too expensive (designed by ex-models.) These Low-Rise Pants by Lucy are neither. Actually, we know they’re not ugly, but they could, indeed, have been designed by ex-models. We have no information either way on that. $60

We also really like these. It’s like a little sash. Colorblock pant by Kos USA, $56

And speaking of ex-models: the Nuala line from Christy Turlington! Whee! Any reason why these should literally be twice as muhc as the ones before? Maybe it’s because they’re crafted, individually, by various early ’90s supermodels. Now that might be worth paying for. Nuala Roll-down Pant, $110

We love, love, love Lululemon and these Judo pants, but they make it so hard, without any online shopping. Maybe it’s some sort of weird tax thing, since they’re Canadian. See, that’s like when we’re talking to our boyfriend about the Boer War or something, and we say something like, “The Battle of Mowowaot was totally the turning point,” just completely mangling something we sort of almost remember from an episode of Jeopardy 12 years ago. Anyway: Here’s their store listings, since they need to be so difficult.

Seriously. We love unions. We believe in unions. If we were in a union, we might actually have health care. But today, we spent our time coming up with our own strike chants. Like, “TWU. We generally support your efforts to obtain health care and pensions for your members, but believe your decision to step away from the negotiating table was hasty to the point of recklessness and you are making millions of people totally, totally hate your guts.”

We were going to do a little round-up of trainers, suitable for walking, but, like, fuck that. That’s giving into their demands, and we’re not giving into their demands. (Except for the health care. Take all the health care you want. Maybe, when we get sick, you can get us some prescriptions or something.) We are going to pray that by the time we check this in the morning, the strike will be over and this entire post will be entirely irrelevant. Because. We. Need. To use the subway.

These are just the most ridiculous shoes we’ve ever seen, without veering into parody with feathers or whistles or something. Jimmy Choo Jela velvet sandals, $790

Seriously, we couldn’t walk in these boots from our bathroom to our kitchen, much less to Manhattan. Those heels are only three inches, but they look somehow look taller than that. NB: Zappos calls them “hot and sexy,” so hot and sexy they must certainly be. They are actually a little fetish-y, with all those side tie details. You know, when you can’t escape your neighborhood, you can’t do Christmas shopping at anywhere but the one store where everyone else in the neighborhood is also shopping, which are conditions that provide for 0 to Grinch in .23 seconds. Sigh. Christmas. Transit strikes. Argh. Bronx Shoes Chiara, $146

These are hysterical. We could totally see Kimora Lee Simmons going nuts in them.

Speaking of whom, that woman must have the must fuck-you mug shot of all time. We can only hope that if we were ever arrested, our mug shot would be as bad ass. Baby Phat Fortunas, $198

Back to shoes we would actually wear, these are so adorable. They’re so totally inappropriate, but if someone walked across the Brooklyn Bridge in these shoes in late December, we’d be pretty impressed. Marc by Marc Jacobs, $343

These are probably too cutesy for most tastes, but we’ve always had this strange soft spot for polka dots, sort of the same idea behind the fact that we’re watching The Dead Zone right now with Anthony Michael Hall. Moschino Polka Dot pumps, $435

Do you think they hand these out with Ivy League law degrees? Or MBAs? Just wondering. Seriously, expensive footwear should be distributed based on how much you would appreciate it, rather than how much you make. If this is communism, then we can live with it. Jimmy Choo leather pumps, $445

Not that this is Sigerson Morrison day, but these boots are so mod and awesome. $151. Did we mention the free shipping in time for Christmas?

We were so excited about the ridiculously good shipping policy at Zappos — order until midnight tonight, with guaranteed delivery by Christmas! — we’re spending the day providing Zappos possibilities, beginning with these basic black Sigerson Morrisons, more than half off at $163. We’ll be back not quite on the hour, every hour, but as close as we can manage, with more from Zappos and their divine shipping.