Circus tent dress as skirt, dig it!

Oh my dear, you're not going to be able to digest this fusion of dizzying mayhem.  It's a malady I don't seem capable of conquering. So here goes. If you are already feeling unwell I suggest you desist.

Let's begin with this cropped polyester (of course) jacket. Unbelievably my arms are not glued to my sides.

                     The turmoil ensues with this busy cropped sleeved tunic thingy. Dig it!

Here's my circus tent dress worn as a skirt. I've ceased to suffer it as a dress but I am kind of grooving on it's new incarnation.

Lest we forget the polka dot tights,  I mean "stop the madness!" Nausea is as nausea does. Wheeeeeee!

Klimt dress as skirt. Dig it!

I've cherished this light jersey with panels of silk since days of yore when I shopped at Neiman Marcus.
It has forever bought to mind Klimt's brilliant juxtaposition of pattern and lavish color.

Grey and black sweater adds to the chaos. Wheeeeeeeeee!

Much endeared woven shoes boots. How old? Couldn't even venture a guess. Thanks to my O.C.D. all of my shoes are polished, tissue put in the toes and filed by color, hence an infinite lifespan. Dig it! Worn with some good ole' Charles Dickens tights.

Asian in dijon........

Well, first of all let me convey that one of these garments is 30 years old, and the others are not far behind.  Dijon raw silk sleeveless top knit by my sister in law Peg. Twelve to fourteen years ago. How did she create the little rolled collar? I'm vexed..........

Bouillabaisse of necklaces, some Asian inspired with a tooth and fish thrown in. Dig it!

These billowy Japanese print pants I purchased thirty years ago when the Unicef store used to be in it's original location in Old Town. That was a terrific store.

These mustard hued tie pumps I've had an age as well. Fifteen years maybe? Anthropologie. Yes I'm aware it's misspelled. Question is, do they?

Curiouser and curiouser..........

Well this hand knit sweater was a Xmas gift some years ago. I hadn't exhumed it in quite sometime and in my usual fire drill dressing style I kind of had this in mind and went for it. I's quite short. And the satellite dish buttons have no button holes! I had to pin it closed. Forgive me if I sound ungrateful. It must have taken a long time to make and the materials costly, it just kind took me by surprise. Wheeeeeeeeeee! Worn over my carbon dated Danskin.

Juli Cardozo gave me this divine gray wool houndstooth skirt for Xmas.

Let's persist with further herringbone, shall we? Big patterned opaque hose and my beloved ancient shoe boots.

Can you imagine if I put my sweater in the dryer? Hello Cabbage Patch doll!

Sleazy, pleather, sparkly Monday

Petroleum based biker jacker with belt. I just cinched it to add an element of raciness. Dig it! Oh, and beneath I'm garbed in nothing but a see through lace undergarment. Strumpet is as strumpet does.

Just partake of this cherished antique pin collection. Old Heinz pickle promo piece, piano, violin, fleur de lis or Girl Scout pin, which, I'm not really sure, having never been in the girl scouts. Big surprise. Three bar pins. Ah, the beauty.

Eek! Vegas? Olympic skating skirt? Pleated sparklyness, always good for regular ole' day at the office.

Always refer to these strapped pumps as my Edward Scissorhands shoes. They are ancient. Oh, how I ardently loved that movie. I should live in a Tim Burton movie. Don't you think?

Some serious stripe action, aspirin imperative.......

Will it it ever stop?! Well good luck wishing it would. Okay, so I have this multi-directional gray on gray tunic over my thousand year old black and white Ross t-shirt and a vertical knit wool pencil skirt. Sir, can I have some more sir?

You betcha!  Opaque mime hose ( hate mimes!) with crimson patent flats, sparkly toes. Gee, I wonder why everyone was giving me the stink eye on Saturday?

Peachy keen and uber short.........

                     

Cherish this Wanda Lobito necklace aswim with sacred hearts. Yummy.............

Delicate lace zip up jacket mimics hue of peach tunic. Gee, I don't know, could it be any shorter? I think not..........Yummy, trampy.

A friend gave me these ruched tights for a gift so I can't send them hurtling to the moon. They're a gift for pity sake. I only wear them every half century however. Dig it!