Ode to Spring...........

Unhampered by allergies I skip through spring with vast vim. Ensemble emotes perky alchemy in tunic and tights. J. Crew pale pink tee with a slip of sleeve. Intoxicating image of bloomed rose with outstanding legs. French enigmatic notation, but augments the grooviness of this creation. Dig it!

Perceive these swirls as wee static galaxies.

Hold the phone! These plastic on plastic platforms collude with my houndstooth socks in launching this to another stratosphere. Let's get our Soul Train on! Rock it!

Groovin' is as Groovin' Does........

Deduce I have more "smitten" inventory than perceived. This Love In frock boasts a spate of bitchin' minutiae. Psychedelic (dig it) motif in light poly-blend, cowl neck to infinity and beyond. Ruched sides on lower panel. Yeah baby!

Back not as compelling as I thought. Yawn.

In keeping with the mind altering theme, acid green cami and tights. Rock on"

Petroleum based flats. Motif a clever conception.

I'm going to go stare at my dripping faucet. For a few hours.

Wheeeeee!

"But Tod, I Love You".............

Fervid crush on Roy Lichtenstein. Saccharine comic book pop-art. What's not to love? I actually own this print diptych, the actual thing. Don't burglar my house!

He depicts the tension and tragedy of romance. Rock on!

Cheesy knock-off are these tights. I love them, but I think someone just might be going to court........

Ferociously insane design in these flats with silkscreened animal print .

Taking it down a few hundred decibels donned in this cashmere tunic in gray and black.

Much adored.

Let's lie back and reminisce about all of our previous retched romances. Dig it!

Incendiary..........

Have surmised by now it's evident that the foundation of my wardrobe and character are not within the norm. Hence this arresting piece by Kris Mills, a kindred spirit in the normalcy department. Dig it! Kick ass hand beaded necklace. Vintage photo. I love Kris!

Somewhat of a segue but I know eventually I will spontaneously combust. Wheeeee!

Tame by comparison is the rest of this ensemble. I should be brandishing a red satin cap but incredulously one is absent from my inventory. We all recognize that it's imminent.

Knit tunic, the only thing relatively compelling are horizontal sleeves and back. ZZZZZZZ.

Providing vast scintillation is this Leifsdottir, satin double tiered charmer with dots. Striped trim. Yum.

Polka dot opaques and dainty little silver woven flats. For your sake Kris Mills saves the day!

Leatha for Easta...........

Most will contend that sightings of authentic leather have the frequency of a double eclipse. Hold the phone! This Calvin Klein belt from the 70's is in fact the real McCoy. Mayhaps pleather was decades from being invented. Gloriously chamois soft leather with bronze hook enclosure. Wideness is as wideness does. Rock it!

Triple M (Man Made Material) does however rule the show. I'm keeping petroleum in business!

Wheeee! In my defense the mimicry is commendable. Work with me here..........

Pure evil lurks by my turquoise kitten heels. Vastly prudent that you not make eye contact.

Nice knee.

Sinful back detail. Dig it!

Stately disc turquoise choker by Hollie Masterson.

Happy belated Easter! Wheeeee!

Phoenix Forrester, Aswim in Brown..........

Remorsefully I miss Phoenix Forrester's spirited achievements in jewelry. Gleeful that I own many brooches, a few necklaces and a belt encompassed with watch faces. Bijouterie reflecting old photos always fill me with intrigue. Who are those people? What filled their lives? These two delicate pieces with haunting images are further embellished with repurposed ephemera.

Now begins the tsunami of brown!

Ingenius sewing mastery in this Victorian inspired, chocolate billowy sleeved jacket. 

Back-o-liscious

Faux trousers that are a tad ample. They recall those plastic thingys you put over kids diapers. Dig it!

Rock-eth all things Victorian! 

Mao and Mondrian, Rock On!

Frolicky spring day. Vibrant vim in the air. Let's bombard Nob Hill with color! Much dichotomy to be had betwixt these two icons.
                                         Mao Zedong was a prickly fellow. A porridge of bad and good. Mostly bad. Loved, (forcibly of course) by his vast country of churning humanity.
                                                                                     

Sheer sweater with snap front parades Mao's visage and frantic graffiti motif. Yeah baby!

Let's segue into a kinder, more tasteful icon. Piet Mondrian.

Very serious chap, it appears.

 Panels in fierce primary hues.

Raspberry opaque hose. Merry, filagreed, grass green plastic flats.

We're giddy with spring. Mao and Mondrian? Not so much.