Showing posts with label Iron Fist. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Iron Fist. Show all posts

Wednesday, November 11, 2015

Playing the Ponies . . .




Top: Iron Fist, Modcloth
Jeans: City Streets, JCPenney
Boots: 2 Lips Too, DSW
Bag: Candie's, Kohl's
Sunglasses: JCPenney



 Prancing Ponies Necklace

Tee: Arizona Jeans, JCPenney
Skirt: Marshalls
Boots: Charles Albert, Alloy
Bag: Marshalls
Jacket: Decree, JCPenney
Sunglasses: Mudd, Kohl's



Girl About Brown Necklace

Top: Target
Skirt: Decree, JCPenney
Shoes: Bongo, Kohl's
Bag: Bisou Bisou, JCPenney
Sunglasses: JCPenney

. . . is always a wardrobe win-win.  Compared to horses (the heroes of last week's write-up), ponies are a kinder, gentler, more whimsical breed.  And as such, it seems, a more appropriate canvas for candy colors.  You have only to look at a My Little Pony to know that the creative team at Hasbro knew what it was doing when it picked that palette back in the 1980s.  I'm not so sure about the sleek, svelte My Little Ponies of today, though.  With their anime eyes and sharp bone structure, they possess a kind of I'm-all-that-and-a-bag-of-oats bravado unheard of in their unassuming predecessors.  Frankly, I find it unsettling.

Thankfully, shirts one and three in this week's ensembles feature the My Little Ponies of yore in all their fetchingly retro glory.  Indeed, this post boasts a razzle dazzle ranch's worth of pony prizes (or perhaps I should say prize ponies).  If the specimens gracing the charms on the Prancing Pony Necklace look a bit too badass for their bridles, then it's because they were manufactured recently, in this age of the airbrushed equine.  Still, they're weak, off-brand facsimiles of their supermodel sisters, Hasbro wannabes for which I can't help but utter a sympathy whinny.  That said, let's turn our attention to the pastel hearts and the down-home flair of the "Horseshoes, anyone?" V-neck upon which they canter, and the My Little Pony theme song will be stampeding through our heads in no time.  That's what I do whenever the trail winds in a way that I'm not expecting.  Focus on what's fun, that is.  Not hum along to product placement theme songs (although I suppose that could be fun, more fun than actually riding a pony, anyway).  

Speaking of the unexpected, Seinfeld once said, "No one ever expects that an immigrant's going to have a pony."  Which has nothing to do with any of this.  But that's how we roll on the ranch.

Sunday, September 29, 2013

Decoden Deja Vu and Damsels Who Dig Mr. Darcy




Top: Macy's
Skirt: Bubblegum, Macy's
Shoes: Ami Clubwear
Bag: Apt. 9, Kohl's
Belt: Wet Seal




Sweater: Marshalls
Skirt: Material Girl, Macy's
Shoes: Guess, DSW
Bag: Nordstrom




Cardigan: So, Kohl's
Camisole: So, Kohl's
Skirt: H&M
Shoes: Ami Clubwear
Bag: Nahui Ollin
Belt: Tournier Everything's $10




Crochet top: Mossimo, Target
Tank: Worthington, JCPenney
Skirt: Marshalls
Shoes: Iron Fist, Journeys
Bag: B&B, Ocean City
Belt: Wet Seal

"I think being creative is a waste of time and money."  

This startling sentiment was uttered from the always colorful Jennifer Coolidge, this time through the mouthpiece of Elizabeth Charming, a brassy babe on the make in the unlikely milieu of romantic comedy spoof Austenland.  A reenactment experience catering to Jane Austen addicts, Austenland offers romance gigolo-style in the form of amorously attentive "players" purporting to fall head over heels for the patrons.  Coolidge and Kerri Russell, who plays the auspiciously-named heroine Jane, are lamenting over said suitors (one of whom is Bret McKenzie of Flight of the Conchords fame) while embellishing hats when Ms. Charming makes her (at least to this crowd) unfortunate observation.  Not that there isn't a grain (or perhaps I should say seed bead) of truth in what she says.  Being creative can indeed be costly and time-consuming.  For example, I recently decided to restring my "fun stuff" bib necklace series since discovering that the beads I initially used (gasp!) fade after just a few wears.  (I'd made a couple of the necklaces for myself, which was how I came to know this.)  At first I thought it might be better to just quietly chuck them.  After all, restringing meant going to the trouble and expense of researching and purchasing new beads in addition to the actual reworking of the jewelry.  Not to mention that blabbing it all here on the blog probably wouldn't be good for business.  Still, my love for my bauble-bedazzled (or, as the Japanese would say, "decoden" bedecked) bibs triumphed, and silence has never been my strong suit.  So here are the upgraded versions, refortified with new plastic neon Delish beads.  

As I'm sure any fairy tale (and, in the end, even Ms. Charming herself) would attest, a few extra evenings and expenditures never stood a chance against such a fashion rehash of a happy ending.