Showing posts with label Lucky magazine. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Lucky magazine. Show all posts

Friday, May 22, 2020

Journal Journey: Time is on My Slide



You know how people (and bumper stickers) say things like so many shoes, so little time?  So many cocktails, so little time?  So many men, so little time?  Well, I feel like this quarantine is the perfect opportunity to embrace all of those burning if-only's.  Unless, of course, your version of this is so many water parks.  Or so many men.

My own list goes something like this: so many outfits, so many books, so many crafts, and, of course, so many blog posts.  (Also so many shoes.  But you already knew that.)  And so, I'm using this to-myself time to delve even more deeply into my passions.  And that includes writing outfit ideas in my outfit journal.  Or, as I like to call it, my togs log.  Some outfits I wear, others I just photograph, but there's something satisfying about capturing them before they fly out of my head like deranged butterflies.  It's also fun to go over old entries and see which stuff I ended up donating.  Or, more often than not, look at some fashion "brainstorm" and wonder, what was I thinking?!

One of the reasons I'm mesmerized by clothes is that you can style them endlessly.  There used to be a column/feature about this in that old shopping magazine Lucky.  (Have I blogged about this already?  I feel like I have.  Oh well.  I won't let that stop me.)  It was called something like One Skirt; Three Girls, but catchier.  And each of the girls would trick out the skirt in a totally different way.  It'd list their professions, too, so it'd be no surprise when the architect paired the skirt with a white button-down and an artsy necklace, or when the boutique owner topped her skirt with a frilly blouse and humongous fake pearls.  Then there'd be a tattoo artist with the skirt wrapped around her purple ponytail wearing a pair of ripped jeans or something.

Well, not really.  Lucky never got edgy.  No hard feelings, Lucky.  I'm not edgy either.  To prove it, here's one grrr-eat leopard skirt shoehorned into three girly outfits.  Not one of them appears in my togs log.  But sometimes you have to go off-book.


Top: Worthington: J. C. Penney's
Skirt: Tinseltown, Kohl's
Shoes: Jessica Simpson, DSW
Bag: Xhilaration, Target


Top: Macy's
Skirt: Tinseltown, Kohl's
Shoes: Mix No. 6, DSW
Bag: Betsey Johnson, Marshalls


Top: Target
Skirt: Tinseltown, Kohl's
Shoes: Chase & Chloe, Zulily
Bag: Liz Claiborne, J. C. Penney's
Belt: Marshalls

Sunday, March 6, 2011

Quirky vs. Weird

While browsing online the other day I stumbled upon an interview with Zooey Deschanel in the new issue of Lucky. In it the famous-for-being-unconventional actress reveals that she hates being referred to as quirky. "It's an annoying word," Deschanel says. "Quirky is like a nice way of saying weird."

As someone who often uses the word quirky to describe my wares on Etsy, I was intrigued by the relationship between it and its shadowy relative, "weird." So I clicked over to to dictionary.com (where I go for all my word nerd needs) to get the scoop. Here's what I found:

quirky - Having or full of quirks. Related words: far-out, kinky, off-beat, way-out

quirk - 1) An individual peculiarity of character; mannerism or foible. 2) An unexpected twist or turn. 3) A continuous groove in an architectural moulding. 4) A flourish, as in handwriting.

weird - 1) Involving or suggesting the supernatural; unearthly or uncanny. 2) Fantastic; bizarre. Synonyms: unnatural, preternatural, eerie, unearthly, uncanny

I was surprised that "weird" didn't have a third, more down-to-earth meaning, such as "(one of these things is) not like the others" a la "Sesame Street," or maybe even "(lime) doesn't fit in. And likes it that way," per a Lifesavers magazine ad circa 2000. Yet dictionary.com firmly roots the popular adjective in the realm of the paranormal. That having been said, I suppose I can see why Zooey may not want to be linked to it via its almost-synonym quirky. But I don't think there's anything wrong with being called quirky in and of itself. There's something kind of charming about having "an individual peculiarity of character," isn't there?