Enjoy! Enjoy!

                   
DOGGIES IGNITING AN "IMPEACH TRUMP" MOVEMENT...................

                                                 MEMORIAL DAY................

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

                                                

A COMPENDIUM OF A TRILLION ENSEMBLES!!!!!!!!!!!

Blue sheer cotton sleeveless tent tunic. Cascading ruffle panels. Newspaper print tights. Plethora of pearl bracelets camouflaging a wound, naturally. The only piece of polymer jewelry I've ever liked. 

Rock on!

Fractal lycra shift. Boy's belt. Haven't a clue as to what said means. Do I care? I think not.....

Phoenix Forrester artful duo. Decadent deco cap sleeve.

Painted on H&M skinnies. Wheeeeeeeee!

Black and white is as black and white does in this headache inducing contrivance. Age inappropriate painted on dress. Checked tights. Ridiculous stance........

Saving the day, Cynthia Cook splendidly hued choker and insane flats.

A SLOW EFFORT TO CATCH UP! TURTLE'S PACE ALAS.

May 3rd! Dig it!

 Remiss is as remiss does. Documentation is suffering turbulent seas of late. In brief, vast difficulty getting myself on point. Profess prodigious ardor for this dress and spate of necklaces.

                      Cacophony of coral..... And sterling..... Aswim, awash in Wanda Lobito. Dig it!

                   

Nice dessicated bologna skin.

Long sleeved slate grey cotton lycra blend. Fetchingly clever angled neck and hemline.

From here to eternity. Wheeeeeeeeeee!

                      World Wrestling Federation belt and the ubiquitous red kitten heels.
           Tickled pink the long side masks the biggest purple scar ever. It looks like a horizontal Italy. Rock on!

Electrifying..............

Forever the virtuoso of any art medium, Kris Mills perfected beading in a heartbeat and birthed a masterful collection for a show. In keeping with my sensibilities, coveted every piece.  No surprise I'm pondering my next purchase. Predicted I'll spontaneously combust in future. You know it. I know it.........

Observe this "bargain is as bargain does" mid-sleeve. Carpet sample, I'd wager. Dig it!

My surfeit inventory spews another pair of Hue pull on skinnys. Pull on aspect a trifle bizarre; as I've before divulged. I ape the plastic thingy's baby's don over diapers. Rock it!

Moniker for these Pre-Cambian lace-ups? My Buddy Holly shoes. Pointy, quite. Bitchin' socks. Tune in for the next kris Mills procurement. Wheeeeeeeeeee!

Blogspot Meltdown.........

Like my revered Punxsutawney Phil, I am making an appearance once again, much to your chagrin. Hailstorm of issues; the last being the site itself. Rectified by my infant tech savvy employee, Rachel.
                                                                             

Where foreout I inaugurate this documentation? 

CASE OF THE VISIBLE SLIP..........

Arder is ceaseless for my collection of Kristin's. Relish stacking them. Double the genius.

In tandem with her delicacy I miraculously stay in keeping, donning with lace divinity from Toad Road.

Hold the phone! With arbitrated intention is Maude Andrade's pencil skirt boasting

 silkscreened photo she took in Ecuador. Knowing my penchant for wearing the obscene, even I can't parade this in full exposure. It's positively graffitied on. Wheeeeeeeeee!

Trouble is brewing..........One post down, a quintillion to go!

Keith Richards? Phantom of the Opera? Hmmmmmmm

Quite a departure from today's ensemble, but in all sincerity, how is that guy still above ground? I would have given him mere days forty years ago. That's why I house a bit of suspicion. Observe resemblance.

Proclaim my longevity is from 70 years of artificial sweetener. Virtual mounds of it. Too hostile an environment for pesky germs to survive. Dig it! Mr. Richards, I'll warrant, lends his elusive dance with death to a more enigmatic source. Carrot juice perhaps. Righteous.

I digress......today's ensemble pays homage to his miraculous ability to still rock and roll. To infinity and beyond.

Wheeeeeeeeee!

Sleeveless from a semi-sleazy boutique that used to be in this shopping center. I questioned it's choice of moniker......"Wang Dang Doodle". Oh dear.....

With much conviction I'll wager that Keith has these same skinny jeans. And looks better in them.

Where's my guitar and ubiquitous ciggie?

Irregular Choice pumps are profoundly kick ass. Yellow, floral motif and a cylindrical  turquoise heel. My stars! Nice bologna feet..........

Guess there's something to be said for total, weekly blood transfusions after all. Indeed.