Showing posts with label Dumb and Dumber. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dumb and Dumber. Show all posts

Wednesday, February 10, 2021

Gulp Fiction: Orange Crush Rush

Hat: Steve Madden, Macy's; Gloves: Calvin Klein, Macy's

Top: Amazon

Boots: UNIONBAY, Kohl's

Skirt: Celebrity Pink, Macy's

Bag: Dolls Kill

Coat: Jou Jou, Macy's

Shorts: Nine West, Kohl's

Traffic Stop Barrette Brooch

Coat: Wild Fable, Target

Shoes: Nine West, Kohl's' Bag: Nine West, Marshalls

Coat: Nine West, Kohl's


Leggings: Derek Heart, Boscov's

Top: Wild Fable, Target

Bag: Worthington, JCPenney

Earmuffs: Betsey Johnson for Trolls, Macy's; Gloves: Thinsulate, JCPenney

I've got a crush on you, orange.
What can I say?
You light up my world
And brighten my day.

Whether a super sweet soda
Or unspoiled fruit,
You say no to scurvy
And yes to Lloyd's suit.

(Er, tux. But you knew that. Because you get me.)

You make Monday morning
Like lunch at Club Med
And blow through the cobwebs
Wintering in my head.

That's why I love you
And squeeze 'til it hurts
And wrap you around me
In tights, shorts, and skirts.

Thanks for your sunshine,
Your bold, tangy bite,
Your blind optimism,
And -- this is the biggie --your fighting the fight.

And so goes my ode to Florida's finest.  Because autumn may be outfitted in apples, but winter's winners come wrapped in rind.  And February is oranges' Oscar season. Do I hear Best Imitation of a Grapefruit for Tatum Temple? Or Craziest Cannonball for Natasha Navel?  Or maybe even Best Appearance of a Citrus in a Soundtrack for Honeybell Helen? I'm looking at you, "Orange Crush."  Which is a song that's anything but escapist once you Google the meaning of its lyrics.  But I guess that makes it an example of taking oranges and making juice -- if by juice you mean the truth serum of social awareness.  Which I do.

So anyway, thanks, oranges.  For all of that and for adding a splash to today's outfits.  Because whether you come in a pair of lace tights or unseasonable shorts or a clutch that borders on carrot, you've got the goods.  

And the vitamin twee.  

Sunday, April 16, 2017

Some Bunny Loves Peeps . . .






Jeepers Creepers Where'd You Get Those Peeps Peepers Sunglasses 

Top: DKNY, Macy's
Skirt: H&M
Shoes: BCBG, Macy's
Bag: Xhilaration, Target

. . . and that some bunny is me.  I didn't color eggs this year, but I have been, ahem, dyeing to show off my growing plush Peeps collection.  A couple years back I bought the pink, yellow, and blue bunnies, and this year I added the green, purple, and orange ones.  I couldn't help myself.  They're cute, they're sweet . . . not to mention tasty (or at least the candies that came with them were).  Hey, if it's wrong to collect stuffed animals of stuff that you love to eat, then I don't want to be right.

That said, I sprang them from their hermetically sealed baggies, where they live, ironically, in an old Tote Trove business card-filled Easter basket the rest of the year, and had a little photo shoot.

First up, the classic Warhol:  


Next, my kind of Easter bonnet:


And finally, an adorable Peeps in Pajamas Little Golden Book and baby plush Peeps for my even more adorable new nephew.  Because I insist on introducing the marshmallow magic of Peeps to the next generation:


In non-Peeps (but still Easter-y) news, I was in Kohl's last week when I saw a pair of suits that give the ones from Dumb and Dumber a run for their funny:


They're polyester, which is, as you know, my own personal miracle fabric.  Why the world insists on turning its nose up at something that never wrinkles or fades will forever remain a mystery to me.  Also, it's affordable!  The jacket, pants, and tie are just $79.99, and if you have a coupon (and come on, who doesn't?), it's even cheaper.  Splashy and flashy, these suits were made for the grand marshal of the Easter parade. 

That said, I hope your bunny trail leads to greatness.  By which I mean kick-ass outfits, drama-free family dinners, and seconds on banana cream pie.

Hoppy Easter :)