Smile About This, Smile About That...........

                                         DOGGIES IN MARRIAGE COUNSELING..........

EASTER.........

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

INGENIOUS CREATIONS BY KRIS MILLS AND PHOENIX FORRESTER

RESPECTIVELY..............

MILES OF SMILES. DIG IT!

Black Sabbath............

Ensemble smacks of a sadist ice-capades. Perhaps it's the perky mini MMM (man made material) circle skirt sporting micro perforations. Reiteration is as reiteration does in my much abused 80's Norma Kamali deep v-neck spandex with deft shoulder detail.

Slinky back.Would be considered smoldering on someone other than.

Nice pig's feet arms. Yummy.

Susan Skinner (she hates me now, dig it!) flower papier-mache pin.  

Arresting tights that bear an uncanny likeness to Andy Warhol motif.  I smell lawsuit! Wheeee!

Let's grab a whip and go skating. Rock on!

Sage Bluestocking.............

Don't misconstrue sage for wise, but age is not only plausible, it's obvious. My tame, sage hued, knit jumper boasts clever accents, wooden rings at shoulders and cascading swirls. Three sturdy wood buttons. I should be shelving books. The Dewey Decimal systems heats my blood!  Bring it on!

Necklace bequeathed me years ago made by Jessica Bryant. Frida in resin encased spoon. Bronze Age elaborately crocheted cardigan by J. Peterson. Jeez, did this thing sport some cobwebs. Dig it!

Aswim with MMM (man made material, I'm patenting that acronym) pleather skinnies, and brown faux leather combat books. Shhhhhhhhhhh! Time to read. Are we on the same page?

Narcoleptic Drool Pool............

When the most titillating element of your fashion statement du jour are the hose and flats, you know inciting unconsciousness is a potential hazard. Much abused saturation of this dropped pointy side thingy reoccurring in my monolithic inventory. Oh please........

Wear It exhumation in this triple stranded faux (what a surprise) pearls. Nice boiled shrimp skin. Righteous!

Real leather does not rescue this jacket from tedious cheesiness. You contemplate, have I ever heard of a return option or,  what a concept, not buying it in the first place? I think not.....

Saving the best for last are these dotted floral, cream hued stockings. Ancient Anthropologie purchase, 

these coruscated brocade flats with elastic strap. 

Nice webbed feet. Wheeeeeeeeee!

Incarcerated by PETA?

Further evidence of my delinquency, this ensemble dates from January 30th! With great contrition I bare this boucle sweater from Pleistocene Wear It. PETA might get their hair up by said but it's really faux. I'd never commit such an injustice. Prodigiously hued Cynthia Cook choker. Dig it!

Tights peppered with spinning globules and magnificent cascading grey sweater. Travesty black and white polka dot socks and hellishly cool opened toed wedges were not sufficiently aggrandized.

To ere is human. Which unfortunately, as long ago deduced, I am not. Wheeeeeee!

My Skirt Fell Off, Dig it!

Crux of devouring vintage clothing, is this article, circa 1940. Like people, they start manifesting symptoms of decline. This incident is entirely my fault. The suit is in pristine condition (Off Broadway, you're the best!) Alas it falls on my shoulders to maintain pesky things like wee snaps so loose they are beginning to take a free fall. Back to my torpid use of needle and thread. So said imperiled snaps and undiscovered hook and eye made my skirt fall off to my knees whilst traversing Silver, gallery bound. What a nightmare. I was laden with dog, a huge book bag, a purse and bottle of water. Like a car accident it all happened so quickly I don't know how I rescued it from around my knees. Wow, I finally discover the hook and give up on the snaps, my sweater bulging forth from the cavity. How this failed to be witnessed considering the brisk morning hubbub is incomprehensible. It was hilarious!

Detail of truant. Silk pencil skirt with low knife pleats.

                        One would conjecture that this swathed sweater would have saved the day. It was a monolithic hindrance.

 I find solace in this leather jacket with patent leather sleeves. It does however suffer a dearth of zippers and belts and pockets. Our loss.
                             

Gilty As Charged

Whole impetus for this ensemble was the grey blue sleeveless with resplendent brass sphere embellishment. True to inferior lack of pride in someone's job; it's discs are beginning to displace themselves. This poses a quandry. My dearth of domestic skills encompass practically everything so sewing is something of which I'm neither keen or practiced. Nor interested. Then I conjured glue as a remedy. I smell a graver disaster than sewing.  Much intellect involved in choosing this gold denim jacket to further promote my theme. Yawn.                                              

                                                                             

Wee bit of Henry the VIII action in jeans silk screened with brocade.

Iron Age butter hued tie kitten heels from Anthroplogie.

Should we agree on casually regal?  Do what I say...............