Showing posts with label Brandy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Brandy. Show all posts

Monday, August 9, 2021

Resort Report: Message in a Throttle

There's this realtor (I refuse to use Realtor) who sends the husband and me promotional postcards all the time.  We always laugh when we get them.  Why isn't important -- mostly because it may expose us as terrible people -- but also because it has nothing to do with fruit, summer fun, or this story.  Anyway, we got one today, and I was especially happy because the vibrant sailboat image was perfect for the flat lay I was building around my new Tropical Fruit Barrette Brooch.


Picture it.  The sun on your face, the wind -- and this super-strong-not-going-anywhere-even-in-a-gust barrette -- in your hair, a cooler full of fruit (and sandwiches, because sailing makes you hungry and sometimes bananas don't cut it) chilling starboard while "Brandy" (from Looking Glass, not Norwood) blares in the background.  What could be better?

Because a new house is like a vacation is like a new hairpiece.  And I don't mean toupee

Looks like Prince Postcard isn't the only marketing maven.

Friday, July 31, 2020

Life Imitates Heart: Putting the Moves on Movies


Not Like the Movies is like the movies because it's a novel that's rom com gold.  Kerry Winfrey's (and no, she's not related to Oprah) sequel to Waiting for Tom Hanks has it all: romance, snappy dialogue, and baked goods for days, and it picks up right where Tom Hanks left off.  Big things are happening for Annie Cassidy.  Her first screenwriting coup, Coffee Girl, is about to debut, and she's tying the knot with her very own Tom Hanks, actor Drew Danforth.  But in Not Like the Movies, the spotlight is turned on her bestie, Chloe Sanderson.  Wise-cracking, colorful inside and out, and with a life that's in shambles, Chloe is every inch the quirky, chick flick sidekick.  She struggles to look after and financially support her father, who has early-onset Alzheimer's, while slogging away at a coffee shop and finishing her degree online.  Her only bright spots are the unusual pies she bakes (whiskey apple, anyone?) and the rainbow-rific clothes she wears, both of which help her avoid the mini breakdowns that she refers to as "Five-Minute Cries."  (There's a whole sequence where she mocks marketing her time-limited tears strategy in an infomerical.  Hilarious.)  But as it turns out, Chloe's troubles are only beginning.  Because Annie's movie is all about her and the will-they-won't-they thing she's got going with her boss, Nick.  Chloe doesn't want anything to do with Nick.  He's crotchety and set in his ways, a reluctant coffee shop owner who's thirty going on sixty.  He likes his broody indie rock, thank you very much, a passion he gamely defends to yacht rock-loving Chloe on a daily basis.  He's like Ray from "Girls."  Only cute and not a sad sack.

Unlike Annie, Chloe isn't a disciple of rom coms.  Actually, she hates them (true crime is her thing) and is intent on avoiding love -- making her, as Annie is quick to point out, just the sort of woman-who-has-no-time-for-love about and for whom rom coms are made.  But the thing is, Chloe's likable.  And it's fun -- if sometimes sad -- to join her on her journey of getting knocked down and back up again.  Even when she tries to distract herself from Nick by glomming on to a dense but affable stoner named Mickey Danger.   

Sounds like everything else you've read, right?  Some of it is -- which is what makes it comfy.  But some of it's not, which is what makes it clever.  The real beauty of Winfrey's writing is that she (lovingly, reverently) lampoons rom coms even as she celebrates them.  She's a smart, funny woman who owns her adoration for all things girly -- so, a goddess.  She doesn't take herself too seriously and in doing so (not doing so?), shows us that rom coms are -- wait for it -- not always the stuff of fantasies but sometimes the stuff of real life.  And there's no better heroine to deliver this message than Chloe.  She's believable because she's so against it.  Kind of like someone who hates marshmallows (not that I imagine such a freak of nature exists) but then is force-fed a bunch and admits they're delicious.  

Which brings us to the point in the book report post where I share my favorite parts.  Or, as I like to call them, passages, because it makes them sound like secret passageways.  Only they're not so secret because I'm telling you.  

On Chloe walking down the lackluster hallways of her dad's assisted living facility:

"But that's why I'm dressed in one of my favorite outfits.  A red skirt that flares out to my knees, and a shirt with red and purple flowers, topped with a bright yellow cardigan.  Some may call it "kindergarten teacher chic," but I know what it is to me: a slight pop of color in a world full of beige." (96)

On the outfit Chloe wears to Annie's premiere:

"I chose a sexy/funky dress, one that shows off my body while still mixing patterns, with stripes on top and a green-and-purple floral pattern on the bottom.  It says, Yes, I'm quirky, but also, boobs.  It's kind of like if ModCloth and some skanky store at the mall had a baby." (214)

Yes, both of these "passages" are about clothes.  So no, ahem, secret there.  But they're also about so much more.  Because clothes make the woman.  And this woman's a winner.    

That said, Not Like the Movies is as magical as an outfit montage.  Buoyed by a supporting cast of returning characters such as trips-over-his-own-feet barista Tobin, Wookie-suit-wearing Uncle Don, and ferret-obsessed shop regular Gary, it's weird in the most warm-hearted way.  Will Chloe sail toward true love or end up alone like that classic yacht rock heroine Brandy?  I'd say you have to read the book to find out, but let's be honest: rom coms aren't about the world's Brandys.  They're about happy endings, life's pie a la mode. 

And that, of course, is why we love them.

Monday, May 30, 2016

Hey, Sailor, it's Summer! Also, Happy Memorial Day.





Fabulous Felt Sky Blue Anchor Barrette

Top: Aeropostale
Dress: Kohl's
Shoes: Chinese Laundry, DSW
Bag: Candie's, Kohl's
Belt: Apt. 9, Kohl's
Sunglasses: Mudd, Kohl's

Ah, Memorial Day.  It's a time to remember the brave men and women who fought for our country .  . .  and to stuff our faces.  Hotdogs, hamburgers, and fruit pies all make their inaugural summer appearance during this hallowed weekend.  I like to think that the armed forces would've wanted it that way.

Yet residing as I do on an island, I find it only nautical, er, natural, to concentrate on the sailors.  (That, and army stuff isn't nearly as cute.)  That's why I made these fabulous felt anchor barrettes.  To that end, three anchors are better than one when it comes to staying put to serenade your sweetheart.  Just ask that sailor from "Brandy":

"The sailor said, "Brandy, you're a fine girl."
What a good wife you would be.
But my life, my lover, my lady is the sea."

There's a guy who could've used an anchor or three.  Stay centered this summer, seafarers.

Memorial Day edition of "other people's flowers". 


Military mural painted on the side of the Brigantine VFW building.

Saturday, April 6, 2013

Hey, Sailor



 Fabulous Felt You Are My Anchor Barrette

Top: Victoria's Secret
Jeans: Olsenboye, JCPenney
Shoes: Ami Clubwear
Bag: Kenneth Cole Reaction





Dress: Jessica Simpson, Marshalls
Shoes: Ami Clubwear
Bag: Old Navy

*If the two shots of this Rose Riot Corsage Necklace look a little bit different, then it's because they are.  To my dismay, I ran out of pink acrylic pearls halfway through making the necklace in picture number one.  I couldn't find any more in the stores, so I settled for the oversized white acrylic pearls to finish the job.  Guess what?  I ended up liking the asymmetrical, funky look better than the matchy-matchy one that I initially went for.  So, I've listed the (still perfectly pretty) pink version and look forward to sporting the "mess-up" one myself.  Let's hear it for happy accidents!       



Fabulous Felt Gone Fishing Barrette

Top: Urban Outfitters
Cardigan: Arizona Jeans, JCPenney
Skirt: So, Kohl's
Jeans: City Streets, JCPenney
Shoes: Not Rated, DSW
Bag: Loop, Marshalls

There comes a time in every blogger's tenure when she must decide whether or not to assume the voice of a pirate.  So before I sail on, Bill Murray-as-What-About-Bob?-style, with this week's silly soliloquy, I've elected to assume that voice now, as in, "Thanks for not making me walk the plank on account of me wordplay, me mateys."  

With that, time to shove off (to the rest of this post).

The Jessica Simpson dress in outfit number two is va-va-voom in a down-home kind of way, not unlike Ms. Simpson herself.  Perhaps if Brandy had donned such a stunner, then her sailor would've never said, "my life, my lover, my lady, is the sea."  Then again, she probably could've suited up like a Vegas showgirl with similar results - he seemed like just that sort of cad.  Most men (or sea creatures; I'm talking to you, SpongeBob) would do anything but "sail away, sail away, sail away" from such delightfully nautical nonsense.  Take that, Looking Glass.  On second thought, don't.  Cad notwithstanding, you still beat out Enya.