Necklace: The Tote Trove; Bag: SHEIN; Rainbow bracelet: Zulily; Clip: SHEIN; Purple ring: Claire's; Blue bracelet: Cloud Nine, Ocean City; Dragonfly ring: Miami accessories cart
Friday, June 3, 2022
Daisies and the Deep Blue Sea, the Pirate's Life is Not for Me
Necklace: The Tote Trove; Bag: SHEIN; Rainbow bracelet: Zulily; Clip: SHEIN; Purple ring: Claire's; Blue bracelet: Cloud Nine, Ocean City; Dragonfly ring: Miami accessories cart
Saturday, February 13, 2021
Musical Muse Clues: Mix Tape of the Mind
One of my favorite new(ish) TV shows is Zoey's Extraordinary Playlist. Not to be confused with the movie Nick and Nora's Infinite Playlist, this NBC hour-long dramedy is in its sophomore season and is about an endearingly dorky coder named Zoey (Jane Levy) who goes into an MRI machine and emerges being able to hear people's feelings as songs. As if having an MRI weren't traumatic enough without that added emotional baggage!
This is probably a good time to mention that when it comes to musicals, I'm usually like, what, people randomly bursting into song? Pass! But instead of coming off as a gimmicky Broadway device, the songs in Zoey are real cries for help that add depth to the characters -- and underscore Zoey's responsibility to them. Zoey's powers are all the more meaningful because they help her connect with her dad (Peter Gallagher), who's dying of a disease that prevents him from speaking, and empathize with her mom (Mary Steenburgen). Her powers also become valuable as she steps up to boss lady status in male-dominated Silicon Valley, a gig that's fraught with stress and challenges. Finally, being a mind reader is uber important as Zoey navigates the sometimes-murky-sometimes-rose-colored waters of dealing with love interests Max (Skylar Astin, who was made for this show) and Simon (John Clarence-Stewart). Max is an earnest and sweet fellow coder that Zoey's known for years, and Simon is a suave yet brooding marketing whiz who understands the pain of losing a father. When it all gets to be too much, Zoey confides in her annoying neighbor-turned-bestie Mo (Alex Newell), a no-nonsense trans woman with wigs for days.
Zoey's Extraordinary Playlist appeals to me because it's very much like a book. Layered and character-driven, it opens a window into people's heads and hearts that usually remains firmly closed. Fortunately, the heaviness of the revelations is offset by the jazziness of the dance numbers.
Needless to say, I was psyched when I heard that Jane Levy is nominated for a Golden Globe for Best Actress in a Television Musical Series or Comedy. In a world where streaming services reign supreme, that's a rare feat for an actor from a network show. Which means that this nom is -- yes -- something to sing about! Award category notwithstanding, Zoey's Extraordinary Playlist is still more dramedy than comedy (because you have to be jump-off-a-cliff depressing to qualify as a drama for any award). It hits all the high notes of the genre, including colorful sets and costumes, romance, heartache, and a sometimes-lighthearted-sometimes-stirring spotlight on self discovery and personal growth.
Zoey doesn't always get it right. She's as mixed-up as any of us, or indeed as any mix tape made from a radio top ten list circa 1995. But she's trying and she's learning, and her journey shows us that it's always worth it to walk a mile in someone else's shoes.
Or, at the very least, to listen to a song on someone else's playlist.
Tuesday, November 17, 2020
The Chenille Deal and an Homage to Abbey
One good thing about the chill in the air is that it means it's time for sweaters. The chenille ones pictured here were seven dollars each, which was quite a bargain considering that there's nary an acrylic thread between them. I love how toasty and homey they are, like gingerbread and strawberry cakes just waiting to be decorated with gumdrops.
Speaking of which, this Lipstick Love Barrette Brooch may look familiar because it started life as a headband.
Or maybe I should have made something reminiscent of "Octopus's Garden." To fit in with Abbey Road.
And to make some sense of that seaweed.
Thursday, December 31, 2015
Drumroll/Jellyroll Please . . .
Because on New Year's Eve we're still in pa-rum-pum-pum-pum territory, which means a bounty of drumsticks -- chicken, ice cream, and anything else hanging by the buffet. (Also, candy, as represented by the above bargain basement tree garland.) On the subject of drums, every outfit in this week's post includes a Bongo item from Sears. Because I've had the pleasure of rediscovering Bongo lately. If you were a child of the 1990s, then you may have picked out a pair of Bongo jeans for the first day of school. Back then you could find them at JCPenney, sometimes in a funky pattern befitting their namesake, that most exotic of the percussion instruments. Then it all disappeared for awhile, only to reemerge as a fashion phoenix at the retailer best known for wrenches. New and improved, the brand has moved beyond denim to infiltrate every nook and cranny of the wardrobe spectrum. It's good stuff, fun and affordable with just a hint of rockabilly retro, and I'm so excited about it that I think that "The Walker" by Fitz and the Tantrums ("I walk to the sound of my own drum . . .") should be its theme song, a comeback anthem that boldly proclaims so what if it's cousins with Kmart? Which is fitting, what with drummers being known for their off-beat behavior. You know. Animal from the Muppets, Travis Barker from Blink-182, Ringo Starr from the Beatles -- also, that other, lesser-known Ringo from Los Lonely Boys.
So let's have a listen, shall we? I'll provide the lyrics if you hum along in your head, or, if your head isn't earworm friendly, then if you zip on over to iTunes. Fitz and the Tantrums' drummer, by the way, is John Wicks. Not to be confused with the title character in that Keanu Reeves movie. Which, now that I think of it, was John Wick. Still close enough for the poor guy to get some weird fan mail, though, don't you think?
"Ooh, crazy's what they think about me
Ain't gonna stop cause they tell me so
Cause 99 miles per hour baby,
Is how fast that I like to go.
Can't keep up with my rhythm
Though they keep trying.
Too quick for the lines they throw.
I walk to the sound of my own drum,
It goes, they go, we go, hey yeah yeah yeah"