Wearable Wednesday Elizabeth and James

These are cuter on a toddler.


Ok, her incontinence doesn’t bother me nearly as much as her obvious orthopedic issues.

ej2Then I moved to Kings Landing and worked for Little Finger….


Where the Olsen twins even born when The Golden Girls was on?


Then Mick said, if you’re going to sleep with Ringo, I’m out-


Ok, I’m going to admit it. I’d rather be dazzled by bat shit craziness than look at anymore of this basic collection. Even if she is wearing under-oos.


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Wearable Wednesday Veronique Branquinho

What? Even cult followers need to vacay?!


Do you have just a moment to listen to us talk about our divine leader? No?


If you could just meet him- he’s behind these marshes in the van-


The leader has chosen you- it’s a huge honor, he’s only married 43 of us so far.



Wait!!! Don’t go! You’ve been chosen!


Don’t you at least want to buy one of our magazines?


They’ll be back.


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Mcalls 7125- floating about me

Do I have to tell you how hot it is in South Carolina? It’s miserable hot. This top pattern was made for it. Look at how the model has a pleat in the front that almost makes you think it has a keyhole working there:


It’s not. It’s about 1/2 a yard of fabric chip clipped and stuffed into her underpants. Now you know I like some room up in my clothes- for snacks, a pup, whatever. This is so roomy- well, I’ve had first dates that touched less of my body and I’m a very good girl!

The other reviews I’ve read are for the tank style and it is probably less noticeable without the sleeve awnings- which are pleating up on our faux Amy Adams model- maybe another chip clip was deployed by the stylists! Whatever- it’s roomy- like roomy with a bonus room and a wrap around porch. I used the XL. I may go back and narrow in the sleeve openings a bit.

During my quickie photo shoot it was windy and a family of picnic’rs tried to put down a blanket in my blouse shade. I was agreeable, until I realized it was a mustard based potato salad. I have my standards.

Here goes nothing:


Sorry about the exposure- this is the best shot- not so much wind and it almost looks like my size! I paired it with a Mccalls ‘Learn to sew for fun!’ knit skirt. Ok, who am I kidding? It was Fathers day, I wore it with capri pants to watch the Murder channel sows with my Father while we ate tuna noodle casserole. Cuz that’s how we roll.

Action shots!


That’s Helmutt the destroyer of things- I think he wants the remote or to let me know that his claws need trimming.


I did iron this- I swear, it was after a lot of tuna casserole and perhaps a wee nap.


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Wearable Wednesday Red Valentino

I’m glad someone has designed something that wipes clean for Coachella gals.


Mom, this is Janice, don’t call her my girlfriend, she doesn’t like labels. She only wears thrift shop clothing, refuses to make eye contact with republicans and only eats raw food she has personally met before it was harvested. We’re in love.


I made having all the special textile loving feelings right now.

rd5 Arden, the ghost everyone just ignores.


This totally screams ‘class picture day’. I am seeing it framed on paneling.

Yes, please. Hold the satyr  clogs though.


That  black band of fabric at the crotch feels out of place- although a little more opacity wouldn’t ruin this look.


This is one of those ‘it matched before I hit office lighting’ moments for me.


Don’t you look at me like that Eunice- now you MARCH back upstairs and put the slip on- we’re going to be late for brunch!


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Sartorial Screening: Riffraff, or How I left the Cannery and embraced shirtwaist dresses

In a further attempt to educate and inform, as is my sacred calling, today I present to you the first – and if no one burns me in the village square-a  revered standard-

 Sartorial Screenings!!! 

A look at fashion history thru its most accurate lens- the Hollywood system. A truer perspective on American womanhood will never be found- so let’s enjoy a journey thru time to a simpler time when women’s roles and fashion embraced and humped like fiends for our edification.

Today we feature Riffraff- the story of love on the docks.

Gentle folk, I give you our acolyte of subtle living thru bleach- Jean Harlow.  Our Miss Hook and Ladder #7:


Jean has returned early in the morning from what I’m sure was a church sponsored event where piety and good moral hygiene made her the belle of the ball.

Now she must start her day at the cannery. No euphemism- also no hair net. But first, she and her sister will stop along the lovely docks and listen to a spirited political discussion regarding unions and the lack of laundry detergent available to her poor sister. I believe the take away here kids is that marriage leads to limpness of the soul and frock.


Even though Jean has the manly Dutch  in her sights, Jean wants better for herself. But the sparks do fly as love talk includes such endearments previously only uttered by Moe, Larry and Curly.

3 Then  he shows his affection in the traditional way of 4th graders and future defendants by literally giving her a shove off.

4  Not cool Dutch, not cool. Surely there was a better way for our depression sad audience to get a peek at the Harlow lady Hamlet.  Well, off to the cannery. Where the female bonding of other dock trollops in not so pristine surroundings work shoulder to shoulder at the origin of my Fathers favorite casserole.  Huh, so this is how fish is made.


Enter our bad guy! The 1930’s stereotype villain with pinky ring, weasal-stache and more money than Dutch! Boo! Hiss!! He sees something special in Jean- I’m wondering if it’s her aversion to foundation garments…..


He offers her a bit of night school, a cozy office job and tries to get a leg over of course, but our heroine is made of stern stuff- but wait- he ups the ante by throwing in a little pet/pelt.

7   Scientific/Historical fact- between 1810 and 1960, women totally melted and peeled off knickers for wrap around carcasses. I mean really, who wouldn’t? Its a gutted animal with snaps attached to its paws- what is not hot about that???? Style and sompanionship all at once. Jean was a goner when those clammy paws hit her collarbones. Oh, and she liked the stole too.


Jean is now marked as the property of pinkie ring weasel stash dock boss! Oh no! What about Dutch? Time for a big drunken crowd scene where the gals show off the only other dress they have besides the cannery uniform. It’s a big party on one of the boats- convenient, so no one will be able to guess who smells the most like herring.


News flash! We have an outfit change!!!!  I’m throwing in a better picture here- its pretty swank- even sans foxy bits.


Well, of course these two woolen wrapped testosterone bags can’t help but fight over our girl and words and bravado was exchanged around a heated game of off-shore dice. As an early feminist, Jean refused to blow on Dutch’s dice. She’s no prize for the blowing. Well, something like that.


Ok, you know what happens next- we need a montage.


Yup, weasel-stashe, you missed your window. Dutch and Jean are making it legal. Dock living bliss!


Look! She dyed the fox to match her bridal gown- thats dedication to theme!


Dutch and Jean start their life together in a bungalow furnished entirely by Dutch at Depression Rooms to Go- oh dear, he is not a good manager of money and she knows nothing but canning tuna and being sassy!


Foreshadowing! Dom DeLuise is here to repossess it all- but she changed her outfit- so that’s good.


Dutch, buddy- have a heart- share the only piece of furniture left, will ya?  If I thought this was a plan and if I was a thoughtful reviewer, I’d mention here that she is back to the ‘cannery collar’ as her descent back to working girl starts….


Jean, don’t be so sad- your plaid matches perfectly. Oh, upset stomache? In a 30’s movie? That can only be code for prenatal things. Perfect timing, kids!


Sad at his inability to pay for nice things on his crappy tuna boat salary, Dutch walks out. Jean does the best she can to survive once Dutch takes a powder, but she never finished secretarial school and her skills are more….hands on, anyhoo. Back to the villain she goes! He must pay cash for everything.



Plot development and longer view of a fab frock:


Hmm….Jean uses a sassy bow to hide the pain of her separation from Dutch.


Uh oh- I hope sister can sneak in a bottle of peroxide with that file!


Well, while the Jeans away, her sister is starting to dress up a bit and go thru her things.


She’s here on visit a trollop day at the pen to retrieve some contraband you aren’t allowed to keep under your bunk- surprise! I will never cease to be amazed at what you can hide in a bias cut gown!


News travels to Dutch that he has the worlds largest newborn and he returns to see Jean!


He suggests a daring escape while he works to clear Jeans name! Conveniently, they are building the warden a spa area just outside of the laundry. I think we’re about to go Shawshank! Please read the next paragraph in a Morgan Freeman voice!


Jean and her prison sorority sisters distract the guards with a live rat (I’m sure Jean tried to wear it first) and make a run for the drain pipe! Soon a wet Harlow is on the lam!


She runs to her sisters hovel for her stole- oh and her kid, possibly. Ok, mostly to get her stole back. After unexplainedly clearing Jeans name and mysteriously disposing of Weasel Stashed pinky ring dock boss, Dutch rushes to see Jean and his large headed child and they swear undying love under the seriously intrusive gaze of her sister.


Ah, ain’t love grand? So what did we learn kids? Prisoners dress better than cannery workers and buying on time is a bad idea. Also, never trust weasels bearing furry gifts.


If you enjoyed this, you have the same dodgy tastes as I do and I love you for it.

*An Eighter from Decatur is craps slang for rolling an eight. Glad I could clarify for you layman.

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Wearable Wednesday MM6 Masion Margiela

I made the same face while looking at these.


Rhoda has obviously developed a major chafing situation from going commando in her mesh pants. Live and learn, Rhoda, live and learn.


Resort wear or something to wear during your relaxing inpatient stay?


Come on Celia, Rhodas outfits have been much worse. Buck up.


See? Rockabilly Fred Munster.


Alan Cummings wore this to a neighbors Bris last year. It just made the baby cry more.




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Wearable Wednesday Arthur Arbesser

You know I’m a biog fan off tunic and pants. Maybe my next step is tunic, skirt, pants and scuba suit….


I think these curtains died in  vain.


BY the time Edna reached the end of the catwalk, she had combusted twice.


She looks like the personal pastry chef of a Bond villain.


The print features 45 separate vulgarities in sign language. It’s perfect for travel.


This is exactly what the spiral ham I got for Christmas from my boss was wearing.


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