Maude Laude...........

Everyone should have basked in the sun of Maude Andrade's Brobdingnagian talent at this venture. Revered for her design innovation in wearables, vast brilliance as a painter and hey, she's a botanist! Dig it! (Should you ever have the call for botany.)

Maude has recently blossomed into the medium of skirt design! Snug lycra numbers are presently created in two motifs. Astonishing to all that I possess both! Today I brandish her most recent. Pearl grey, acid yellow, white, graphite and salmon swashes. Sparse subtle flowers.

Enough chains to tether Hercules. You betcha'!

Nice amputated arms! Wheeeeeeee!

Notorious for my age inappropriate attire, even I wasn't going to expose my midriff. Will save that for another day! 

Let's go to an opening and then see what shenanigans unfold. All Maude's fault!

Note to self: knee lipo highly provident...........

Lurking in My Closet.......

Astonished by what I encounter in my excavations, i.e. this silk number I purchased in days of Neiman Marcus yore. Pithy hues, motif and details I didn't record at all! Rock on!

Actual wood buttons. Neiman Marcus pulls out all the stops. (How generous of them, since you're shelling out generous cash.)

Travesty I didn't parade the silk covered buttons that run down both sides. Our loss.

What would a day be sans animal print? Non-animal print sightings equivalent to leap year. Wheeeee! My proclivity to be unruly in personality and tresses speaks volumes. I digress. Nice airbrush applied pencil skirt.

Pre-Cambrian, leopard print kitten heels from days of "Wear It". 

Off to free load at Albuquerque Museum's "free third Thursday." Meet me there sometime! Free music, free lectures, free crafts. The food and liquor isn't free though. 

Blooming............

Aerobic guffawing at the vast amount of guillotine toil involved in this post. Let's begin with the earring, shall we? This galactic hedge of hysterical tangles had to be cleaved to abort not only said mane but a myriad of other atrocities. Earring, however, is fancifully comprised of vintage watch parts. Wendy Morris the, "clever is as clever does" jeweler.

Nice pitch black "denial hair".

Nice bologna cheek...........

Amputation maximus is featured in the shoe category. Shoe indeed. Had I accosted you with the cloven hoofed, "Elephant Man" mate, the unsightly vision would have thrust you backwards, markedly.

All of that preface to document this cheesy little dye cut flat out of plastic. Wheeeeeee!

Gratefully, the remaining elements of this ensemble are in their entirety. Rock on!

A surfeit of flowers, we'll concur. Off-white sleeveless boasts a spate of feminine flora. Skirt, a treasure from the ingenious "Leifsdottir".  Comely mauve, epic design.

Cut! It's a wrap!

What's With the Boots?

Birthed this ensemble out of a spate of age inappropriate inventory. Righteous! Janet Hoelzel's exalted design sensibility rises above the cheesiness that is forthcoming..............Tin pendants on ball chain.

Yet another highly flammable gem gleaned from some highly embarrassing venue.

Special points for the age inappropriate exposed midriff! Wheeeeee!

Diamond motif skinny jeans perpetuate a barbaric denial of my lost youth. Rock on!

Did my feet grow a foot? These combat boots (denial) look as if they could house my vast inventory of sweaters. Must be the angle. Not purchased at "Clowns Are Us", I swear!

Dig it!

Lilliputian post.......

Consider it a slow day when I have time to create a piece of jewelry (this thing?). But I'm quite smitten. Fear not, I'm not changing careers...........

Comprised of long ago purchased Lori Kirsch treasures; domed bottle caps with descending what nots (they were pendants). Sandwiched betwixt, double buttons, (then earrings). Spunky little tank, exposing ribald pale pink trainer bra.

Dig it!

Nice bologna skin. Wheeeeeeeeeee!

Cynthia and the Albuquerque Museum

Every third Thursday of the month the Albuquerque Museum is open to the public for a host of cultural freebies. One can delight in the current exhibition, engage in crafts projects, imbibe and, that evening, partake of an adroit classical orchestra. Naturally I attempt to don an ensemble that is more staid in observance of my freeloading off of such a gracious occasion and venue.
  Cynthia Cook's necklace is the prize of this elected attire. Design and repose' work are astounding. I cherish this piece.

Alas the evergreen frock I'm boasting does not document at all. Arresting scoop-necked jersey with double ruffle of matching hued tulle. It's in my top 100 favorite dresses!

Jim Kopp mask. Dig it!

Clever shoe boots peppered with port holes. Bulbous heal.

Cloaked by night, a misty drizzle and an umbrella I closed a sublime eve.

Hurray for This, Hurray for That........

Criminally remiss. Let's attempt to catch up with a plethora of things to love!

DOGGIES THAT ARE ADDICTED TO HIGH STAKES GAMBLING.................

LABOR DAY.............

DRIVING STICK................

  A SPATE OF GROOVY JEWELS AND ENSEMBLES..........

Banana Republic eyelet frock and conga line of insects.

Necklace duo, Yummy!

Chevron dress and incendiary Kris Mills knock out. Dig it!

Nice bologna skin......

Delectable double wrapped Karan Sipe, cheesy parade float dress. Funky flats.

Frenzy of black and white, Kris Mill's smoke rings genius gem.

All for now! Wheeeee!