Showing posts with label Full House. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Full House. Show all posts

Tuesday, February 14, 2023

My Funky Valentine

Skirt: Tinseltown, Macy's

Two Hearts Barrette Brooch

Sweater: Bar III, Macy's

Tights: JCPenney

Blazer: LC Lauren Conrad, Kohl's

Shoes: Guess, DSW

Bow: Belt from LC Lauren Conrad dress, Kohl's

Bag: Sugar Thrillz, Dolls Kill

Jeans: Indigo Rein, Marshalls

Sunglasses: Wild Fable, Target

Tee: Elle, Kohl's

Shoes: Katy Perry Collection, Zulily

Dress: Macy's; Coat: So, Kohl's

Bag: Simply Vera, Kohl's

Fascinator: Gifted, Barrettes: Handmade by my sister

Shoes: Mix No. 6, DSW


Skirt: Mudd, Kohl's

Sweater: So, Kohl's

Rainbow bag: Zulily; Phone bag: Sugar Thrillz, Dolls Kill; Yellow bag: Betsey Johnson, Amazon

Shoes: Madden Girl, Kohl's


That's me, my own "funky valentine."  Partly because I used "punny valentine" five years ago, partly because it's a fitting moniker for someone wearing everything from cutout sweaters to what the husband described as a "Valentine's funeral hat."  Still, maybe there's a connection in there somewhere.  "Cutout" makes me think of "Cut it out," which makes me think of Dave Coulier on Full House, which makes me think of Alanis Morissette's "You Oughta Know."  And Alanis seems like the kind of woman who'd appreciate a Valentine's Day Massacre style topper. 

Not that I have any reason to be snarky about St. Valentine.  This lovely bouquet was waiting for me at my computer this morning:  


Oh, that husband.  As I type this, he's making us a seafood dinner!  Here we are at my parents' last weekend:

You'll notice that I swapped my hat for just the flower barrettes.  As fun as it was, it just wasn't conducive to scarfing down my mom's baked ziti, and I certainly wasn't going to let anything, fashion statement or not, get in the way of that.

So, whether you're in an Alanis or sweetheart state of mind this V-Day, I hope you had fun.  And that you ate lots of candy.

Thursday, January 24, 2019

My Two Turtlenecks: Sunny Side S'up


I'm posting about my two turtlenecks because they remind me of that show "My Two Dads."  You know, the one from the late '80s with Paul Reiser and that other guy and the girl who ended up on "Step by Step" (IMDb says her name is Staci Keanan).  Not because it was a great show (it wasn't).  But because it took place in an apartment with a car in it.  Not in a car accident-kind-of-way, but in a car-as-art-kind-of-way.  Because the non-Paul Reiser guy was an artist.  (IMDb says his name is Greg Evigan).

The girl in the show had two dads because her mom died and didn't know which of her ex-boyfriends was the father.  Racy stuff for that time.  But 1987 was a big year for sitcom families with more than one dad (I'm talking to you, "Full House."  Even if your extra two papas were just mullet-sporting, low-rent entertainment biz uncles.)  That said, I have two (identical) turtlenecks because, like fatherless waifs all over the world, I've been on the search all my life.  Or, at least since I chucked my last daffodil-hued standby five years ago.  (Sadly, despite not being acrylic, it had a mad case of the pills.)  I have so many sleeveless blouses and dresses in need of the kind of warmth -- both in color and fabric -- that can come only from the type of top preferred by tortoises, in the shade of hot, melty Velveeta.  Are these two tops ever so slightly boxier than I would've liked?  Um, is Uncle Jesse still a San Francisco treat?  (The answer is an unequivocal yes.)  Nevertheless, I wasn't about to let a little thing like a less-than-perfect fit stop me from stocking up on such a coveted and hard-to-come-by commodity.  In my experience, most people shy away from yellow, which is why stores don't carry a lot of clothes in that color.  So when I saw this top in the Wild Fable corner of Target, I pounced.

I decided to photograph my dynamic duo with a couple of my old '80s-inspired felt necklaces that are almost -- but not quite -- the same.  I like to think of them as fraternal twins.  Like two dads that are the same but different, one a free spirit in a leather jacket and the other a buttoned-up nerd in a tie.  But both full of love for their daughter.  In this analogy, I'm the daughter.  And it's the turtlenecks that are my dads.       

Now all I need is that car.

And, of course, a bucket of Velveeta.

Monday, May 28, 2018

Bittersweet Treat: One Last Helping of Hecks



Fabulous Felt Ice Cream Sundae Barrette 



Sweater: LC Lauren Conrad, Kohl's
Shorts: Merona, Target
Bag: Modcloth
Shoes: Delicious, Zulily
Sunglasses: Michaels

"We all love ice cream.  That doesn't mean we have to wear it."  So said Sue's bestie Brad to her on "The Middle" when Sue was trying to dress more grown-up to impress Sean Donahue of the perfect-Donahue-next-door-neighbors fame.  "But I like wearing things that are a little different," Sue protested.

Me too, Sue.  Me too.

The series finale of "The Middle" aired this past Tuesday.  So, in honor of it and Sue and all things quirky and different, I made these ice cream barrettes.  The sundae one is very similar to a barrette I made years ago (see below), only better.  I guess I learned something in my nine years of working with felt.  Just like I learned something watching nine seasons of "The Middle."


What can I say about this show that I haven't already said?  That it's about a lower middle class family trying to get by in middle America?  That it never got the attention it deserved because it's about ordinary, salt-of-the-earth Midwesterners instead of shiny Californians or jaded New Yorkers?  That it's as hilarious as it is heartwarming?  All of these things are true, but none of them capture the essence of this show or how much it means to me.

So the best I can say is that it ended the way it was supposed to.

Warning: There are spoilers ahead.  Not unlike all-star appetite spoiler ice cream.

Every character's story wraps happily, although not easily, which is fitting for the hard luck Hecks.  The focus of the hour-long episode is Axl's (Charlie McDermott) move to Denver to start a new job.  Frankie (Patricia Heaton) is beside herself about losing her oldest child (we know it's serious when she breaks into her nightstand cookies) but hides behind forced cheerfulness.  And she almost makes it, even on the long family road trip to deliver Axl to the Mile High City.  But then the kids start bickering about being without their cell phones (Frankie told them to power down when she found out that they'd blown through their data plan), and Axl says that they can take him off the family plan because his new job comes with a phone.  And Frankie snaps.  She makes Mike (Neil Flynn) stop the car, they all get out, and she goes on a rant about phones and family plans and how the plans keep the families together.  Then she says that it's the end of an era and that nothing will ever be the same, all against the backdrop of Indiana's wide, open spaces and, of course, that old road less traveled.  And  Mike hugs her and says, in his simple, wise way, that that's the way it's supposed to be.

Another show might have had Axl change his mind and stay in Orson.  (I'm talking to you, "Full House," using Michelle to guilt Uncle Jesse and Aunt Becky into abandoning their newlywed move to hole up, refuge style, in the Tanner family attic).  And another, entirely different kind of show, might have had him never return to Orson at all.  But neither of these scenarios would be right for the Hecks.  Which is why the flash forward sequence that comes next seems so seamless.

Years later, Axl is living in Orson again, and he has three shirtless, wild-haired, sullen sons just like him.  Brick (Atticus Schaffer) is a famous author of young adult novels that feature a magical backpack based on the one he used to call his best friend.  It's a dream come true for every awkward, book-loving outsider out there and gently reminds us that Frankie was right a couple of episodes back when she finally made peace with not being able to fix her weird kid.  Because now he's a weird adult who makes weird kids feel less alone in their weirdness.  After several false starts, Sue (Eden Sher) finally marries Sean, literal boy next door, doctor, and Axl's Mr. Nice Guy best friend.  This is her fairy tale ending, even if she had to go through being the almost-fiance of Axl's other best friend, the well-meaning but doofusy Darrin, to get it.  Who's officiating the ceremony?  None other than guitar-strumming, it's-hard-being-a-teen-singing Reverend TimTom, of course.  And as Frankie tells us, in this way, the Hecks finally get to be Donahues.   

The episode wraps back from the future to the kids arguing in the car, nothing but blue sky and open road ahead.  It's the kind of everyday, happy white noise that slices through the sadness of a good thing coming to an end.  Finally, Brick says that this was why he didn't want to sit in the middle (seat, that is; seat pecking order was a real bone of contention earlier on), then does his echo thing and whispers "the middle" as the car rolls on into the cornfields.

So.  What did I learn from the Hecks?  That happy lives are messy lives and that the only real things are the people who love you.  And that you should always, always pack a backup snack bag in case you leave yours on the highway.  I like to think that I already knew those things, but the truth is that I know them better now.

I guess that's what they mean when they say that the truth lies somewhere in the middle.