Wearable Wednesday Bessarion

Oh Ringo, you’re always forgetting your pants!?


This blouse is interesting enough to hopefully distract you from her RABBIT FEET?!


Lisa avoided costly baggage check fees by wearing everything she owned all at once.


Ok, your hair is kept out of the soup, but those cuffs will be sucking up some chowder.


Its just inside out right, I’m not crazy, am I?


I actually want this skirt. It would help me get over missing Roger Sterling so much.


This is giving me a pain. I’d like to see more of the dress, but the idea of that jacket belted is just too crazy.


When you are so thin that your headband can slide all the way to your calf without you noticing…..


Nobody likes clowns, Enid.


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Wearable Wednesday Datuna Sulikashvili

This is rude- but if you look quickly, it’s like she has those Frankenstein neck bolts….


They knew if she could move her arms, she’d smudge her lipstick.


Fiona and her chicken Mr Pennywhistle were inseparable.


I need to see more of this jacket.


Yes, please. 5 yards of this to me. NOW.


Evelyn, have you seen my chicken, Mr Pennywhistle? EVELYN??????


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Cymbal Monkeys or….Symbol Monkeys???

I was exhausted.Worn out- like an IUD at the Playboy Mansion- I was near the breaking point. At last I caught up with the daring spy ‘MATA ANNI’ in a small town best not mentioned for anything but ag college foolishness and too many stinking buffets. I’d chased her from Buena Vista to this hamlet and now it was payoff time! I approached her slowly like you would a group of rhino huddled around the produce guy as he unloads the mangosteens…..warily.


‘This is it cupcake- I get my answers now!’ I whispered to her between manly puffs on my snickerdoodle scented vape cigarette.

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She turned toward me waving away my fumes with the vigor of a sycophant housemaid waxing the hearth and trying to get in good with a particularly truculant housekeeper. I tried to focus on her tomato red bias edging peeking out from sleeve and interior- but those eyes……


 Eyes so brown and unfathomable I felt like a fat kid in his Easter suit confronted with a pristine puddle behind the rectory. Yeah, I was going to lose my chocolate rabbit over this girl, maybe even all my kinder eggs. But what a broad!

She looked at me like I was the last crab puff on a tray held by a waiter with a bandaid hanging precariously off his thumb knuckle. His tray holding thumb, no less. 

‘New Look 6519, unlined and without the extra cuff panel’ she breathed at me.


Before I could ask the skirt about the dress, she turned to expose the inside of her 3/4 length mandarin collared cymbal monkey duster. She had a way about her- suddenly I saw things I’d never seen before- like a priest with 3 pairs of chinos going into the wrong dressing room at Gimbels-

I knew then that this kid wouldn’t break. I was fighting a losing battle- like an OCD blackjack dealer in a room with 48 cards.


The inside of her jacket was unlined- that was no fiction- but I knew I’d never outlast a dame that had bias bound every seam of a 7 piece jacket with 2 part sleeves- she wasn’t lazy- she was insane. The kind of insane I liked. The kind of insane that made men and sewing needles break to her will and filled a trash can with the tawdry wrappers of 4 packages of bias tape.

Ok, you win, I thought- but then she smiled. A rare smile like seeing Helena Bonham Carter in a pair of coulottes- just as frightening, too. 

I still needed Intel on the dress, but she saw that I was like a cold tray of vegan haggis-totally without the guts.

‘The dress is Simplicity  1059-  3 other agents are handling that situation- I’m just here for the cymbal monkeys, Buster.’


Then she was gone- like the last steamed dumpling at a Paramus bar mitzvah. But I knew I’d see her again- maybe on Pattern Review, maybe in a smokey joint where drag queens go to wail  Air Supply ballads to an out of tune Casio keyboard……….we’d meet again.


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Wearable Wednesday Ria Keburia

Evan was very nervous about his ‘Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star’ solo as the runway finale.


The stitcher missed the obvious message about how long to hem these.


Clown+ windbreaker= Wind-breaking clown?


Is she checking out his rear? Or just trying to find something less painful to focus on?


This is much cuter when a 4 year old wears it to escort an Olympian around a stadium as the anthem plays….


Ria never forgot her roots designing hospital gowns.


Step away from the pleater and let the healing start.


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Wearable Wednesday Viva Vox

Going clubbing, Mom, what gave you that idea? Of course we’re just going to the library!


I don’t know if I want to wear it or redecorate with it?!


I’d give my left ear to see the Middleton show up somewhere in this. Why should Princess Caroline have all the fun?


Her name was Lola- she was a showgirl.


From the e-book “35 clever things to do with leftover Christmas wrap!’


I think Portia wanted the stripey dress. She looks miffed.


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