Shoes: Guess, Marshalls
Jacket: J. C. Penney's
Hennytj's lovely pink satin roses and rhinestone buttons as well as craft store peach, yellow, and mint ribbon roses and danced all night with nary a mishap. Talk about a testament to Gem-Tac!
Shoes: Ami Clubwear, embellished by The Tote Trove
Campus Queen Corsage Brooch
Shoes: J. C. Penney's
Bag: Fred Flare
So said Ethan Hawke's Troy to Winona Ryder's Lelaina in Reality Bites when she emerged in a crochet dress to meet Ben Stiller-as-Michael-the-smarmy-record-producer back in the mid-1990s. A grunge coming-of-age classic if ever there was one, it went right over my head the first time I saw it. (I think I was twelve.)
Kind of like "Girls." Yep, that's right. I'm retracting my former criticism of Lena Dunham's critically acclaimed angst-filled HBO series. Partly due to my new-found mission to be a kinder, gentler blogger, and partly because I recently watched the entire first season on DVD. It was good. Gritty and real and in-your-face and all those other adjectives attached to things that make you squirm. In the wake of the sad-song-staged final credits, I couldn't help but think that it should be mandatory viewing for twelve-year-old girls, a kind of cautionary tale counseling tempered by a good mom's tough love commentary. (The irony of my twelve-year-old self lacking the perspective to appreciate even Lelaina's considerably tamer trials is not lost on me.) Life, after all, isn't all tea house heroine getups. A point, by the way, most masterfully made in the romantic comedy Austenland, albeit ironically and with more glitter than grit. But more on that later.
And with that, we've come full circle. Not an unfit end for a post starring a doily.