Sleeves from hell............

Okay, so I meet my friend for coffee at a westside Starbucks. I have 15 minutes to spare before I have to start in for work. What does one do? Go shopping! We hit Ross and I saw this lacy, tunic thingy. Pretty high-end for Ross, $22.00! Did I try it on? I think not. Well, in my fireman dressing mode on Monday I pick this number. Enter the most bizarre and gainly cuffs ever! I felt like I was wearing the puffy shirt from Seinfeld.

But monumentally worse!

I drive stick and practically killed myself shifting gears in these sleeves. Fashion fatality! Dig it!

And here I thought I was creating a feminine casual look. Casual??? In this thing?

Bejeweled in a cascading faux pearl necklace from Wear It, (one of the 12 incantations).

So remember, drive safely and watch your sleeves..........

Extremely fried Saturday..........

The week of an opening is a monolithic endeavor. The entire gallery must shift. Then the event. Exhaustion is the word of the day. Enter "Dawn of the Dead" the following day.

                                                      Me approaching the gallery.

Clever fabric necklace by Alison Frank. In puce. This is puce isn't it? Well, let's just run with that.

Ancient blouse bearing nifty pattern and unusual big brown fake carved wood buttons. Fake! Dig it!

Trying to breathe a little life into myself and this ensemble, I donned my frisky

animal print pencil skirt. Grrrrrrrr.

Still didn't keep me from snoozing in my beer, I mean tea.

Who's she kidding? She's been dead for years.

Morticia's Summer Look

Not in the same league as roasting hot Morticia Addam's, but I'm paying her homage in this summery slinky knit frock.

It appears that it beleaguers walking but actually I can maintain my perpetual 15 minute everyday pace. Dig it!

                                                   Port hole found in the posterior.

Nothing makes an ensemble more gleeful than a Marcia Sednek pin. This one in Scottish plaid. Wheeeeeee! My guess, some butter cookie tin. Yum.

Please Morticia, stay out of the sun. That chalk hued pallor cannot be compromised!.

Redux again and again............

Was apprised of the fact that pie bald references a pattern of black and white first in the dictionary (what's that?) One usually thinks of it as a term for horses. Just thought I'd share that little tidbit with you what with my perpetual pie bald persona. Wheeee!

                                                 I extol in my breathtaking opera length sterling silver necklace gifted to me by Janet Hoelzel. It is an exemplary and astonishing art piece. Every link is another creative masterpiece. What a treasure. Beneath black tee with crosses. Andy Warhol lives on is this Campbell soup can pencil skirt. Bring on some of that sodium saturated goodness. Dig it!

                                                                   Boca baby!
"Clearance" overode sense in this particular purchase. It was an ungodly store. I was only pressured to enter by my fellow shop-a-holic friend observing a mammoth sale sign. Heavy cotton emblazoned with these gaudy sequined flowers. Oh please. Have I unloaded it after 10 years? What's wrong with me. Do however fancy my textured floral skinny trousers.

                 I hear the Country Club calling. Time for my cut throat bridge game. Dig it!

What the ?????????????

You've surmised at this stage I have no concept of reality when it comes to my age and my gauche strumpet clothing. Well, this one will really give you pause.


Initially tame, this cloth choker by Alison Frank is smart and employs just the right amount of color.
Dig it!

Forewarned is forearmed. When will I learn? When will I accept? My closest friend and I always hit the junior department first when shopping. We've realize we'll be draping clothes over our walkers soon. It's inevitable, it's a given. Lycra mini with sheer dotted shoulders to sternum. Ewwwwwww.

Back's endless sheerness, will make you cover your eyes. Wheeeeee! Let's all be embarrassed for me, shall we?

   
                                                                                 Indeed.

Yikes Stripes!

In a lapse of commerce yesterday I decided to go into the bathroom and proceed giving myself a haircut.  A task better suited for home, with wet hair...... I digress, thankfully no one came in or I would have had to come out and attend people with one side of my hair 3" shorter than the other side. Dig it!

I generally crop my overpopulous mop out of the photos anyway. Very disturbing stuff.


Encircling my neck is an ingenious piece by artist Cynthia Cook. Vivid domed tin strung on repurposed hosiery!

Pin striped silk top baring clever bodice treatment. Those are some skinny jeans miss!

These sequined navy flats with white flowers don't get out much. Quite a quandary when you consider I wear about a thousand different patterns on any given day. Curiouser and curiouser........

                                                          Nice bologna feet. Wheeeeeeeeeee!

In Da House..............

These pics were shot in my opium den, worry not, I just call it that because it is of an Asian theme. Sounds a modicum more lively than my Asian room.

                             

My doppelganger. Dig it!

                                   
                                                               Pink pearl and chrysoprase necklace by Susan Skinner.

Featuring dual photos of my frilly silk top to give you a 

second look at opium den interior.

A refreshing look at my skirt with panels of pink and peacock blues and green. Shall we recline?

Let's loot this place!