I'll eat my clown nose if this dress isn't a dead ringer for a circus tent. Off Broadway had this 80's sale, that's where I procured this extreme garment. It's got so much fabric it weighs about 15 pounds. I keep getting it caught between my legs and it almost fell in the toilet. Dig it!
Why stop now and when do I ever? Maude Andrade red and orange dot scarf.
Circus tents can be drafty.
My sensible red boots are a bit incongruous considering, but my other shoes have yet to arrive from EBay.
These trousers boast a waist that nearly grazes by bust line. They very much conjure Martin Short playing Ed Grimly on Saturday Night Live............
or perhaps matador pants. Dig it!
A woven tweed they are quite over the top, "I must say." (Ed Grimly quote.) They're actually not properly pulled up in this pic.
Free People lace dot top with exposed black lace lingerie. Laurette O'Neil lava ball choker.
Better pic of pants here.
Embrace the horror of my blue perforated Frankenstein shoes. Wheeeeee!
All are aware that it's 12 degrees out but how many of you really think I donned a coat? 10%? 5%? Well, here's to your lack of faith in me.This faux poodle coat that skims my high rise waistband is a gift from a friend. One dollar from a garage sale.
Projecting a modicum of sense today I did boast my full length faux cheetah coat today. (No verification, I didn't photo it.) This tunic from Free People captures the whole package in what I gravitate towards. 12 different patterns! Dig it!
Maybe not the most flattering shape in the hips department but the clever detail is in the ankles that snap
over projecting a slimming affect.
Won't snooze on these shoes and socks. Plaid wool lace ups and checked socks.
True to my De riguere I'm always under clothed for the temp. I scuttle about in sleeveless silk, which isn't so ungodly coming to work but a tad dicey leaving. A balmy 50 is open season for something relatively sparce. Hey, I've got a sweater on! Dig it!
We been together at least 30 years, this sweater and I. It's everything I adore. Crop waisted, loose cotton knit, roll up sleeves.
Gilded woven silk with black polka dots. Neiman Marcus purchase, back in the days of yore. Scrumptious!
Keeping it real with these argyle sweater hose. Hey, I might not be that insane today after all.........
These kicks have been around the block. They're starting to get a bit scary looking. You're thinking "Those things were born scary." Quite the quandary when I couldn't figure out which one went on which foot. Had to get Jean to solve the mystery.
It's predicted to be 37 degrees tomorrow. Time to don the sleeveless micro dress. Wheeeeeeeeeee!
Bountiful (really, me?) lavender pearls amassed on this coy mauve lace blouse. Looky, I'm wearing something beneath! What a concept! Wheeeeeee!
Petroleum based perforated skirt, kind of reminds me of what some punker would wear in the Ice Capades. Quandary......How does one attempt to remove wrinkles on this thing? I tried steaming it inside out. Right side up, meltsville. Much weighed upon by such issues....... How does one cope?
Much adored Irregular Choice shoe booties with black voile bow on heel. Was told I kind of look like a superhero today. I'm thinking more like an idiot. Dig it!