Showing posts with label Rue McClanahan. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Rue McClanahan. Show all posts

Sunday, March 26, 2023

This One's for You, Magenta and Rue

Skirt: Wild Fable, Target

Bag: Xhilaration, Target; First three bangles: Mixit, JCPenney; Love bangle: Boscov's

Sunglasses: Betsey Johnson, Zulily; Necklace: JCPenney

Shoes: Mix No. 6, DSW

Dress: LC Lauren Conrad, Kohl's


Bag: LC Lauren Conrad, Kohl's


Necklace: Betsey Johnson


Tights: Mixit, JCPenney; Shoes: Worthington, JCPenney

Top: Nine West, Kohl's; Skirt: Xhilaration, Target

Bag: Zulily

Boots: Dolls Kill


Headband: INC, Macy's

Watching so many Golden Girls reruns over the years has caused some of the dialogue to stick in my head.  And so when I put together this hot-pink-heavy post, I couldn't help but think of the episode where Blanche reveals that when she feels down, she calls it "magenta."  I thought this was weird because magenta is such a happy color.  Also, because the always ebullient Blanche rarely admits to being in the doldrums (that's Dorothy's department).  Yet I guess it's just one more example of the multifaceted magic of these Miami mavens.    


And now, on to the jewels!  I was very excited to use the amethyst-hued agate slice pendants I recently ordered from Amazon.  I thought they were a fun complement to all the rosy clothes.  Because if there's one thing we learned from Barbie, then it's that pink doesn't pop without purple.


Of course, I also had to embellish them with crystals for that fallen-fresh-from-the-firmament look.  Even though rocks come from the earth, not the sky.  But a little artistic license never hurt anyone.  

Except for maybe Van Gogh.

Saturday, January 21, 2023

Mugs on Mugs: Starting the Day the Golden Girls Way


Forget having a cup of Joe.  How about having a cup with Blanche and Dorothy?  Bea-cause that's what's on the breakfast table with these Golden Girls mugs I got for Christmas.  (Even if they're in my craft room instead of kitchen.  Me sully Rue or Bea with tea?  Never!)  Cute and colorful, they're a Miami devotee's dream.  But I especially love how they broadcast each Girl's philosophy:  

Blanche: (on the inside, so as not to take up real estate better spent on her face): "Day after day, I just get more fabulous!"  

Dorothy: (in all caps) "No, I will not have a nice day."

We all know that Blanche is her own biggest fan and that no one bosses Dorothy -- not even the Ticketmaster rep who trills "have a nice day" after saying that the Sinatra show is sold out.  These ladies are a (sorry not sorry) strong cup of coffee -- and that's why we love them!  Blanche oozes glamour; Dorothy corrects your grammar.  Yet they have one thing in common: they're not to be messed with.           

Try it and you just might end up in jail -- or, even worse, Shady Pines.

Monday, June 6, 2016

Golden Girl Swirl and Three Cheers for Cheesecake



Key to Kawaii Necklace

Dress: Modcloth
Top: Bongo, Sears
Shoes: Payless
Bag: Candie's, Kohl's
Belt: Candie's, Kohl's
Sunglasses: Michaels



Sun, Moon, and Stars Necklace

Tee: Alloy
Blouse: Decree, JCPenney
Skirt: Bongo, Sears
Shoes: City Streets, JCPenney
Bag: Gap
Sunglasses: JCPenney



Oval Office Intern Necklace

Dress: Eric and Lani, Macy's
Blouse: Candie's, Kohl's
Shoes: Payless
Bag: Journeys
Belt: Apt. 9, Kohl's
Sunglasses: Mudd, Kohl's

All that glitters may not be gold, but then gold's not all it's cracked up to be.  Which seems like just the right position to take as a jewelry crafter who deals mostly in plastic.  Indeed, this week's necklaces are flawlessly flashy, illuminated by faux gold metal and oodles of sparkly rhinestones -- well, that and the inner light of their own spunky spirit.  More sedate than my usual stuff yet still respectably sassy, I like to think that they appeal to accessory enthusiasts of all ages.  Which is to say that good time Golden Girl Blanche would probably be game to don the Oval Office Intern Necklace (even if just for the name), and girly Golden Girl Rose would be right at home in the Key to Kawaii or Sun, Moon, and Stars necklaces.  Which, I realize, leaves nothing for no-nonsense Dorothy.  But then, she was never one for frivolity -- not that she had any room for it anyway, what with those ginormous cowl necks she often wore.  Still, frumpy or not, she was one funny lady.  They all were (you too, Mama Sophia), trading life lessons, anecdotes, and yes, sometimes even insults over that panacea of pastries, the cheesecake.  The decadent dessert seemed to magically emerge from an ever-present pink bakery box whenever the quartet was at some kind of crossroads, its creamy rich goodness mending broken hearts, soothing bruised egos, and resolving petty differences, often to the tune of a St. Olaf story.  


Never once during these binges did anyone utter a word about heart disease. Well, except for when Blanche's whippersnapper of a grandson said that he didn't want to sit around listening to their arteries harden. I don't have to tell you that he was punished when don't-mess-with-me-Dorothy swiftly brought down the hammer. As for Rose, she administered her own brand of vigilante justice in the form of a BLT with a chocolate cake chaser. Whose arteries are hardening now, whippersnapper?

Thursday, June 24, 2010

TV Tidbits


I didn't have a relevant photo for this post, so I snapped a shot of this adorable Ugly Doll my mom got me. Speaking of Mom, she recently told me she read my blog and "laughed out loud." I'm going to take that as a compliment. On to the tidbits.

Last week the bf was watching the History Channel, as he often does, while I was making jewelry. I am not a fan of the History Channel. Or of the Science Channel. Or the Learning Channel. Or the Discovery Channel. I'm a woman who needs a nice piece of fiction to sink her teeth into, whether it be in the form of a sitcom rerun or a movie. Anyway, on this particular night, the History Channel was running a bio on Albert Einstein. Not being the scientific type, I found the bulk of it boring. However, I did find out that he got his start working in the patent office, an albeit boring occupation, but one that provided him with ample time to daydream about his soon-to-be famous theories. I also learned that he left wife and sons -- she was also a scientist -- to shack up with his first cousin, who was described as "not an intellectual," and "a woman who enjoyed preparing large meals." Humph. I enjoy a good meal as much as the next person, but come on. I lost a little respect for old Albert there.

To completely switch gears, you probably haven't heard about the new sitcom Hot in Cleveland. It's on TVland at 10:00 EST Wednesday nights. But I got hooked because the cast included Betty White. She plays the crotchety, says-whatever-she's-thinking caretaker of a house being rented by three LA transplants, played by Valerie Bertinelli, Jane Leeves (Daphne from Frasier), and Wendie Malick (Nina from Just Shoot Me). The show itself is mildly entertaining; it's your typical story of middle-aged single women trying to find love (although I do enjoy the always kitschy Hot Chocolate's "You Sexy Thing" featured in the commercials). But what's really interesting to me is the character dynamics. With every show I watch, I break the characters down into basic types. In Hot in Cleveland, Bertinelli's character is the optimist, Leeves' character is the cynic, Malick's character is the glamour girl, and White is the viper-tongued old lady. Of course, I couldn't help but compare them to The Golden Girls gang. In that case, White (Rose) was the optimist, Dorothy (Bea Arthur) was the cynic, Blanche (Rue McClanahan) was the glamour girl, and Sophia (Estelle Getty) was the viper-tongued old lady. So, thirty-odd years later, Rose has morphed into Sophia. But then again, if we live long enough, then I suppose we all do. Anyway, if you're a Betty White fan, then Hot in Cleveland is worth your thirty minutes.

Thursday, June 3, 2010

Good-bye, Rue: Thank You for Being a Friend

Ode to the Golden Girls print by Elloh hanging proudly in my living room

Today I was surprised and distressed to hear that Rue McClanahan, better known as Blanche on The Golden Girls, passed away of a stroke last night at age 76. I was watching Golden Girls reruns just last night while painting, thinking how Rue and Betty White were the only surviving cast members. And now it's just Betty. I can't help but feel sad and a little empty. For those of you who don't know, I'm a huge Golden Girls fan. I remember my grandmother watching the show when she babysat my sister and cousin and me on Saturday nights. But it wasn't until I was older and watched the reruns that I fell in love with the show's sharp, often off-kilter humor and its four plucky heroines. "What is it about those old ladies?" my sister once asked me, puzzled by my fascination. I didn't know what to tell her, except that they were fun and strangely comforting. They still are.