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Sunday, July 28, 2019

F is for Fins and Feathers . . .



Orleanna Orca Barrettes 

Top: Self Esteem, Macy's
Shorts: aerie, Marshalls
Shoes: Simply Vera, Kohl's
Bag: Nine West, Marshalls
Bracelet: Mixit, JCPenney


 Flirty Flamingo Barrettes

Flirty Flamingo Earrings 

Top: Rebellious. One, Macy's
Skirt: Decree, JCPenney
Bag: LC Lauren Conrad, Kohl's
Pineapple charm: LC Lauren Lauren Conrad, Kohl's 
Shoes: First Love by Penny Loves Kenny, JCPenney
Pink bangle: Silver Linings, Ocean City boardwalk
Yellow bangles: B Fabulous
Celery green bangle: Burlington Coat Factory
Purple bangle: Don't Ask, Zulily
Mint bangle: Decree, JCPenney

. . . and also fish and flamingos.  Even if in these accessories, the fins belong to an orca.  I just finished reading The Categorical Universe of Candice Phee by Barry Jonsberg, and this is the way that Candice might have introduced this post topic.  


Candice is a twelve-year-old Australian girl (I seem to be having a run on Aussie reads lately) who is a little bit different.  She isn't autistic, a fact that she's quick to point out.  She leads a rich interior life that doesn't always fit in with how everyone else operates.  Although she's fictional (this being a novella), she seems real, what with her social ineptitude, matter-of-fact way of speaking, and habit of writing notes to people she's just met instead of speaking to them.  She has to plan everything out and isn't much good at pretending.  She has one friend, a boy who calls himself Douglas Benson from Another Dimension.  Also, she's hilarious, albeit unintentionally.  Phee is written in first person, and each chapter is titled with a word that begins with the next letter of the alphabet.  (That's where the whole F is for fins thing comes in.)  The entire book is an essay that Candice is writing for English class but can't seem to finish.

The real conflict, though, isn't Candice's quirks.  It's her family --  which is a little bit broken.  Her parents aren't divorced, which I realize is what the word "broken" implies.  But they do have lots of problems, including the death of Candice's baby sister, Candice's mom's illnesses, and Candice's Dad's feud with his brother, whom Candice calls Rich Uncle Brian.  Also, they don't have much money.  Unable to stand it any longer, Candice sets out to fix it all.  The results are sometimes funny, sometimes sad.  But Candice never gives up, a little engine that could when most people would've stopped ages ago -- or never even started at all.

This sounds like heavy stuff, especially given Candice's own challenges.  And it is poignant and at times a little upsetting.  But it's also . . . magical.  Because there's a kind of other-worldliness about Candice, a certain something that blends beautifully with her very literal and no-nonsense outlook on life.  Her letters to her pen pal, an American girl named Denille who never writes back, are particularly endearing, showcasing her humor and sparkly brand of grit.  They serve as a kind of journal (or dare I say blog), giving Candice a place to pour out and process her issues.  Also, her dad, who is a frustrated computer programmer (and this is a wee bit of a spoiler), hatches an amazing idea that capitalizes on the appeal of social media and the human condition, tying a great big bow around everything that this book -- and life -- is about. 

And . . . I think that's where I'll stop.  But before I go, here's a pic of the fins and feathers on my bathroom windowsill.


The blue backdrop is purely for staging purposes, providing the illusion of a Caribbean seascape while also hiding my dusty blinds.  As for that vertical line at the left, it's where the two pieces of posterboard meet.  Just take it for the imperfection it is -- or as a portal to another dimension.   

Don't overthink it; it's a Douglas thing.

Monday, May 25, 2015

On the Topic of Tropics and Happy Memorial Day




Top: Macy's
Culottes: aerie, Marshalls
Shoes: Dollhouse, Marshalls
Bag: Worthington, JCPenney
Sunglasses: JCPenney




Kimono: Marshalls
Cami: Casual Corner outlet
Jeans: l.e.i., JCPenney
Bag: Nine West, Boscov's
Shoes: Nine West, DSW
Belt: Izod, Marshalls
Sunglasses: Mudd, Kohl's



Eight Legs of Lovely Necklace

Top: Decree, JCPenney
Skirt: Marshalls
Shoes: Bucco, Kohl's
Bag: Gifted
Belt: Wet Seal
Sunglasses: Rampage, Boscov's

Few parts of the United States can be described as tropical, except for Hawaii and maybe Florida and California.  Still, as the unofficial start of summer, Memorial Day seems like prime time to unfurl the foliage, wherever you are.  So, if you're fond of fronds and have a heart for hibiscus, then you'll like these luau-worthy looks.  I, for one, am partial to the bottoms in outfit number one.  "Culottes and parrots?" I thought when I saw them jutting out haphazardly from a Marshalls clearance rack. "Now, that's what I call kitsch kismet."  I haven't sported a pair of culottes since the second grade (and a real dress code conundrum they posed, too.  Is it a skirt?  Or, gulp, shorts?  And [most importantly] are they fingertip length?), so the pull of these throwback threads was mighty powerful.  Not unlike that of the fetching and surprisingly versatile skirt in outfit number three, which I snagged for myself while shopping for a birthday gift for someone else (also, incidentally, in Marshalls).  Upon hearing this, the husband quipped, "It's the American way."  Indeed.  And so what better time than Memorial Day to admit it?

*Let the record show, I later bought the birthday gift in question, once safely at my computer, away from the bright, seductive lights of Marshalls' juniors section and lulled by the sedative-like white noise of "Seinfeld" reruns.

Speaking of paradise, (for we were, even if merely through rayon-poly prints), I'm looking forward to the movie Aloha.  Having seen three good movies in the past couple of months (I'm hesitant to call them chick flicks because, to me, those can be only rom coms --it must be the rhyming thing), I want to keep the cinematic spark burning.  The Age of Adeline, Cinderella, and The Longest Ride tell of true love triumphing over something, whether it be time, social disparity, or a bull-headed devotion to extreme sports.  I enjoyed them, just as I'm sure I'll enjoy saying hi to Aloha.

Because summer's just something to look at unless you get to the heart of the palm.