Bag: Etsy, Uniquely Different
Necklace: The Tote Trove
I've always been dazzled by kids' craft sets. Looking at the color-drenched, glitter-coated supplies parading across the cardboard boxes makes me wish I were eight again so I could shove a whole armful in my cart without shame. Of course, my eight-year-old self couldn't afford such a spree, but that's neither here nor there.
I was wandering around A. C. Moore (of course) about a month ago when I stumbled upon a clearance table in the kids' section. A quick scan revealed a box emblazoned with 1960s-themed jewelry marked down to just $5. I snatched it up, got it home - and promptly forgot about it. At least until last week when I finally ripped it open, releasing a rainbow of plastic beads onto my living room floor. Ignoring the "suggested projects" in the enclosed leaflet, I strung most of the beads to make a single necklace. The result was bold, graphic, and dare I say, groovy. Still, the oversized flat black plastic disc beads I'd used looked sort of bare. Although the kit had come with psychedelic peace and love stickers to use to decorate them, I was having none of that. So, I dug into one of my many supply boxes and unearthed a bunch of fruit-shaped erasers I'd bought at Five Below. They popped against the black, adding just the right note of kitsch. A few squirts of Gem-Tac later, and the Crazy for Kawaii Fruit Circles Necklace was born.
As a bonus, the piece looked great against my new ($12!) hot pink and navy striped "skater" (their word, not mine) dress from J. C. Penney's. As was the case with yesterday's tiger-print number, I ordered it the afternoon of Hurricane Irene, once again demonstrating my near-chronic dependency on retail therapy. Sure, it's sleeveless and summery, but I think it'll work under a cardigan, most notably my yellow and gray zebra-striped version from Delia's. This unlikely staple has served as the anchor of many an outfit, a fact made all the more sweet by its $9.99 price tag.
This has been an unusually voluble post. Mercifully, the prattle stops here.