Showing posts with label Paris Hilton. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Paris Hilton. Show all posts

Thursday, February 9, 2023

Beyond Brisket: Hair Flair from the Heartland


It's no secret that I love a celebrity fashion brand.  Lauren Conrad, Jessica Simpson, and Katy Perry claim a considerable portion of my wardrobe, and once upon a time, I even had a pair of Paris Hilton shoes.  (Harry Styles, if you want to bust out a line of sequin jumpsuits, then I'm here for it.)  And now I can add Ree Drummond to that illustrious list!  That's right, the Pioneer Woman is cooking up more than casseroles, expanding her Walmart offerings from kitchen accoutrements to apparel.  So I was delighted when my mom gifted me with these lovely Pioneer Woman scrunchies and headband, both of which I adore.  Each one is, as Ree says herself, "as useful as it is gorgeous!" 

Way to pretty up pioneering, Ree.  Willa Cather would approve.

Saturday, September 7, 2013

September is for Sapphire





 Neon Snazzy Circles Necklace

Dress: Modcloth
Print wedges: Bucco, Kohl's
Metallic pumps: Paris Hilton, Marshalls
Sunset clutch: Apt. 9, Kohl's
Metallic shoulder bag: Gap





 Happy Cloud Necklace

Tee: JCPenney
Skirt: Marshalls
Shoes: Barefeet Shoes
Hello Kitty Tote: Amazon
White shoulder bag: Nine West, Boscov's


 Seashells in Space Necklace

Top: Mossimo, Target
Skirt: Denizen by Levi's, Target
Shoes: Ami Clubwear
Bag: Gap
Scarf: Express



Pastel Snazzy Circles Necklace

Top: Marshalls
Jeans: Earl Jeans, Macy's
Shoes: Payless
Bag: Shoe Dept.

And turquoise.  And sky blue.  And navy.  (But never ever cornflower or Wedgwood.)  Equal parts no-nonsense and regal, these shades make for a nice jewel box of a post-summer palette.  I've always loved blue, much more so than pink.  (I know I've blogged about that before, but sometimes it just bears repeating.  I considered saying, "I've always loved the cool kiss of cobalt," "blue just blows me away," or something else silly-and-or-pompous, but thought better of sacrificing my street cred.)  The whole blue-vs.-pink thing takes me back to that last scene in "Sleeping Beauty" when Princess Aurora is dancing with the prince with the fairies hovering overhead, arguing over which color is better and changing the shade of Aurora's gown in the crossfire.  The result is an ever-changing, Technicolor dream of a dress drenched in Disney movie magic.  (So much for avoiding bombastic writing.)  

Team blue fairy, this post is for you.

Thursday, October 11, 2012

Leopard and Lips




Purple Patty Sparkle Necklace 

Blue Betty Sparkle Necklace 

Pink Polly Sparkly Necklace

Sweater: Poof, Boscov's 
Skirt: Wet Seal
Shoes: Ami Clubwear
Bag: Guess, Marshalls



       Pink Punk Necklace

Top: Kirna Zabete for Target
Leggings: Petite Sophisticate
Skirt: Kohl's
Shoes: Paris Hilton, Marshalls
Bag: Princess Vera, Kohl's
Scarf: Express




Top: Mossimo, Target
Skirt: Material Girl, Macy's
Shoes: Betseyville, Macy's
Bag: Cloud Nine, Ocean City 
Belt: Wet Seal
Scarf: Wet Seal

Kind of sounds like a 1980s hair band, huh?  A little wild, a little wanton.  Sort of like ". . . a little wild and a little strange, when you make a home out on the range," a la "Hey Dude," but then that's a post for another day (even if the scarf in the last outfit kind of looks like it belongs on a bank robber in a spaghetti western).

In honor of the age of excess, I went overboard with the rhinestones in this, my latest neck candy installment.  (Oh, and there's also a unicorn crammed in there at the end.  For an extra special note of nostalgic kitsch.)  Because, in the words of shoe designer extraordinaire Beverly Feldman, "too much is never enough."    

Thursday, April 19, 2012

Getting Through Thursday With Another Shoe Montage (Or Two): Pumps that are Pink

From top left clockwise: Guess, DSW; City Streets, JCPenney; Paris Hilton, Marshalls; Journeys; Charles Albert, Alloy; Material Girl, Macy's

 From top left clockwise: Baby Phat, Macy's; BCBG, Macy's; Guess, Marshalls; City Streets, JCPenney; MetroStyle

Nothing says Barbie like a pair of pink pumps.  Maybe that's one of the reasons why shoe companies offer them in so many shades and styles.  In preparing for this post I was surprised to find that I had nearly a dozen myself.  And why not?  Pink teams up terrifically with green, yellow, turquoise, black, purple, and even red for a Valentine vibe.  Of this pack, my favorite is the patent cork pair, on account of its classically cartoon quality. 

Friday, August 19, 2011

Something New and Sparkly: Chaos and Color



Crazy for Kawaii Lemon Fun Stuff Bib Necklace

Dress: Rampage, Macy's
Shoes: Material Girl, Macy's
Bag: Gifted




Crazy for Kawaii Lime Fun Stuff Bib Necklace

Dress: XOXO
Shoes: Paris Hilton, Marshalls
Bag: Bisou Bisou, JCPenney



Crazy for Kawaii Citrus Sensation Bib Necklace


Dress: Macy's
Shoes: MetroStyle
Bag: XOXO, ROSS Dress for Less 


I've had these plastic fruit slices for awhile. I thought I knew what I was going to do with them, but then some unforeseen technical difficulties killed that dream. At first I was annoyed. But them I thought, fruit slices, you were meant for more. A few cabochons, rhinestones, and some industrial-strength glue later, and I had a trio of neckpieces worthy of a carnival outing.

Speaking of carnivals, I was watching TBS as I made these (as always) and that Amanda Bynes movie She's the Man was on. For those of you who've seen it, there's that scene where they're at the carnival (for those of you who haven't, don't worry; it's not that important). Everything was nice and clean and cheerful and candy-coated (well, everything except for the creepy kissing booth), and I thought, hey, this is the kind of carnival I'd want to go to, the kind I'm always alluding to in my blog and jewelry listings, as opposed to the dirty, seedy, nightmare-inducing kind that exists in real life.

But enough about the empty promises of movie magic. I'm really liking these necklaces. Especially because they gave me an excuse to pull out my bubble dresses.

Monday, March 28, 2011

More Shoes


Summer is my favorite shoe season. And why not? It's prime time for colorful, patterned, and open-toe styles (even if it does mean that I have to keep my toenails painted :). To celebrate my (and hopefully your!) excitement, I put together this mostly hot weather-themed wheel o' heels. Here's where I found each pair, starting from the top right and going clockwise: 

MetroStyle

Chaps, Kohl's (I never dreamed I'd buy anything Chaps, but these far-from-preppy gold stunners reeled me in.)

Worthington, JCPenney

Worthington, JCPenney (Although these are the plainest of the pack colorwise, I love the shape, side bow, and contrasting cork platform and heel.)

Paris Hilton, Marshalls (Uh . . . I'm not even going to attempt to defend myself.) 

Bijou, MetroStyle

City Streets, JCPenney

Speaking of heels, the April Cosmopolitan interview with Olivia Wilde offers up an interesting slant on the topic. Here are the first and last paragraphs: 

"On a recent glorious day in New York City, I was standing outside my apartment building feeling pretty fantastic when a 75-year-old lady with purple bifocals, a matching muumuu, Einstein's perm, and sensible white sneakers stopped me, grabbed my hand, and said in a Brooklyn accent only Gilda Radner could mimic perfectly, "Oh! Those heels! Your feet must be dying! Who are you wearing them for? Dress for you. Don't worry about what anyone else thinks."

(Movies, Hollywood, the Internet, blah blah blah, stuff in the middle of the article.)

"I think that woman on the street was an apparition, a projection of my subconscious, warning me of the danger of superficiality. She was right to make me question my masochist footwear, as they were painful enough to be promptly kicked aside upon entering my apartment, but she missed the mark on my motive. I was wearing them for me. They were my confidence trigger as I left the house and headed out into the world, and if that's what it takes to remind myself to put the sass back in my strut and be the best version of me, then so be it."

I can't tell you how many times strangers have asked me similar questions about my precarious footwear. (In fact, it happened just yesterday.) I'm always a little taken aback, torn between making fun of myself and fighting for my right to be frivolous. So, I could identify with what the article was saying. (Although it should be noted that unlike the author [notice I didn't say "Olivia," as we have no idea if this was her sentiment or some fabrication of the Cosmo editorial staff], I'm supportive of purple-bifocal-and-muumuu-wearing old ladies, mouthiness and all.) The final paragraph gives Olivia and her stilettos the last laugh (hokey apparition and dangers of superficiality notwithstanding), confirming what I'm sure most heel-loving women already know; we wear what we wear because it makes us feel good, not because we think we should. If anything, flaunting out-there footwear seems to meet with more judgment than approval, as illustrated by this interview. Heel wearers are trailblazers, not conformists.

And on that note, I think I've stretched the intellectual capacity of a post about shoes as far as it can (and should) go.

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

Movie Moment: The Dilemma

Martin Luther King Day found my mom and I shopping and going to the movies, as per usual. We settled on The Dilemma, which had opened that weekend, the only competition having come in the (weak) form of Country Strong.

The movie began promisingly enough. Two couples, Ronny and Beth (Vince Vaughn, Jennifer Connelly) and Nick and Geneva (Kevin James, Winona Ryder) are hanging out in a bar when Ronny asks, "How long does it take to really get to know someone?" (Ronny and Beth aren't married, Nick and Geneva are, and they've all known each other a long time). Nick says ten minutes because that's how long it took him to realize he wanted to marry Geneva. But Ronny disagrees, insisting that you can know someone for years and think you've got him or her figured out only to learn something new that changes everything. It's a compelling question. Nick and Geneva hit the dance floor, spurring Beth to ask Ronny to dance. He points out that great men don't dance, then recites a list that includes Martin Luther King in a well-timed holiday shout-out.

Unfortunately, the whole thing goes downhill once Ronny sees Geneva kissing a tattoo-riddled young punk named Zip (Channing Tatum) and begins obsessing over whether or not to tell Nick. Ronny is also trying to get up the nerve to propose to Beth but is confronted by commitment issues that are compounded by what he learns about his best friend, a scenario that made me think of that "Family Guy" episode where Stewie pokes fun at Vince Vaughn: "Oh, Vince Vaughn is on the cover of Entertainment Weekly. Here's my summary of every Vince Vaughn movie: Oh, I'm incapable of loving another person. Oh wait, no I'm not. The end."

For some reason, Ronny decides to spy on Geneva and Zip, which leads to a string of gratuitously violent events. (At one point, Zip brandishes a gun, all the while insisting that he's the "sensitive type." To be fair, he is pretty broken up when Ronny shatters his fish tank.) Clearly, this wasn't the light, romantic comedy I'd been expecting. It was dark. And not in the good, indie-flick kind of way, but in the potentially funny story gone horribly wrong kind of way. For a movie about honesty, it was awfully dishonest in its marketing. At some points I was so bored that my mind wandered to the metallic pink chain-strapped Guess handbag and metallic bow-adorned Paris Hilton pumps I'd left behind in Marshalls. (After the movie, I went back for the bag, but not the shoes. I just couldn't own something being peddled by Paris.)

The plot finally culminates in Beth staging an intervention for Ronny. Apparently, all his covert activity has made her think he's gambling again (He's a gambling addict; I forgot to mention that). The scene is nail-bitingly awful. (To give you an idea, Zip shows up as Ronny's presumed bookie.) As you'd predict, all hell eventually breaks loose and all the secrets come tumbling out. Despite some gloomy aftermath, Ronny finally proposes to Beth, rather inelegantly by hiding the ring in a takeout bag.

Nick and Geneva, however, don't make it.

In the final scene, Ronny, Beth, and Nick are at a hockey game, the bookend to a scene from the beginning of the movie. Nick is chosen from the audience to shoot a goal and makes it, winning a dream vacation. As my mom put it, you just know he's taking Ronny as his guest in a perfect end to this fraternity-esque who-needs-women-anyway bromance. Not that she used the phrase fraternity-esque who-needs-women-anyway bromance, but the sentiment was there.

All in all, I don't regret seeing The Dilemma, if only because I like to collect movie-going experiences the way I like to collect shoes. Because even when your shoes pinch, you're (mostly) still glad you made the journey. Which reminds me, I'd better hop to it and get the Jack Handey quote of the week up here . . .