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.

Read Between the Lines.......

This dizzying frock is one of my faves.  Aware of the vast competition to be held in such esteem.
Impact of chaos has vast influence. Rock it!

 Chaotic is as chaotic does, let's toss in the newspaper tights and kick ass flats!

What's not to love?

Awwwww. Nice doggy.....

Gifted button bracelet on silk brocade. My watch is a bit Lilliputian however.

So staid today. Not at all menacing. It is really me?

Jail Escapee? You Betcha!

Where fore art moi? Tunneling out whilst attempting to preserve a pristine demeanor for ensemble's documentation! Quite the tough chore! Was I a cat burglar like Grace Kelly? Two reason the answer is negative..... have you looked at that female vision? My bijouterie inventory could span three lifetimes.
Dig it!
                     Ruby hued antique glass beads in this choker with imperial appeal.
                                         Nice dessicated bologna skin...........Rock on!
                                                                       
                                                           

Miracles do happen having managed to divert dirt from this tiered, dusty rose and lace tunic.

Loved pleated detail, but, incongruously, it is placed on the back. No problem! Back becomes front!

Demure little plastique flats with cut out motif. Provident for swift distance achievement.

I'm forever hounded by the fashion police!

March 7th.......Dig it!

Aerobically delinquent with regards to this composite. Heavens! Tardy it might be but I deem it boasts a clever alchemy. Dreamy bauble with double chain and demure ephemera necklace.

Despite my glut of black upper wear this gifted bodysuit's lace sleeves are simply sublime.

Wicked back. Wheeeee!

Adore this pencil skirt with ruched cream and black silk panel. Crestfallen it's so askew!

Bitchin' blue zebra print opaque hose.

Must top it off with a bit of dizzying, incongruous black and white houndstooth.

What am I if not unsettling?