Going Green

 Green Fantastic Plastic Necklace

Tunic: she said, J. C. Penney's

Tee: Kohl's

Skirt: Boscov's

Shoes: Ami Clubwear

Bag: Worthington, J. C. Penney's

Belt: Wet Seal

Sunglasses: Rampage, Boscov's

 Flash Florals Necklace

Tee: Kohl's

Skirt: Kohl's

Shoes: Betseyville, Macy's

Bag: Marshalls

Belt: Izod, Marshalls

Sunglasses: Target

Blue Fantastic Plastic Necklace

Dress: XOXO

Cardigan: Mossimo, Target

Shoes: Charles Albert, Alloy

Bag: Worthington, J. C. Penney's

Cyan scarf: Gifted

Teal scarf: Express

Sunglasses: Rampage, Boscov's

Contrary to its title, this isn't going to be a post about eco-friendly living.  Indeed, if the husband is a friend of the universe, then I am its enemy.  Oh, I recycle all the normal stuff like juice bottles and pickle jars and old magazines.  But cereal boxes?  Toilet paper rolls?  Empty face wash tubes?  It's in the sludge of such murky territory that I draw the line.  It's not that I don't think recycling is important.  It's just so time-consuming when carried out with a full social conscience.  Also, I have an interest in preventing the growth of the refuse mountain that holds court in my kitchen, the summit of which sometimes looks like a crown if the Cool Whip containers and jewel-toned plastic wrap lean together just right.  

So, if this isn't going to be an ode to the environment, then what is it?  A tribute to the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, that's what!  I saw the movie reboot this weekend (sorry, Begin Again), so I have the brothers on the brain.  Although they're no Jem or My Little Ponies, the nunchuck-wielding New Yorkers have always held a special place in my heart.  Choosing to think of them as more cute than cutthroat, I often forget that they're not only turtles, but ninjas, a fact handily hammered home by Vanilla Ice in that Kraft macaroni and cheese commercial.

I grew up on the cartoon incarnation, and Leonardo was always my favorite.  I preferred his steadfast, serious ways to Michelangelo's carefree, what's-up? tude.  Sure, Michelangelo would be more fun at parties (and as such claimed the movie's best one-liners despite cameraman Will Arnett putting up a passable fight), but Leonardo was the kind of true-blue terrapin that you wanted with you for the long haul.  The other character that made an impression on me was that villainous brain Krang, probably because he was just so disgusting.  I still think of him every time I eat strawberry yogurt and some of it dribbles off of my spoon.  Until recently, I thought Krang's name was Craig.  The discovery was kind of a letdown.  Craig was much funnier; he sounded like the kind of kid who would steal your pudding and then sit in it.  Krang didn't make an appearance in the reboot, but I'm sure Nickelodeon and Michael Bay will wheel him out of the Technodrome for the inevitable sequel.

All in all, the movie was a good time.  Even moments of lukewarm levity were heightened by the squeals of laughter from the mostly ten-and-under crowd filling the theater.  The husband and I were a little surprised by the lack of fellow nostalgic thirty-somethings in attendance.  Where else could you relive the magic of pizza; larger-than-life, sewer-dwelling reptiles; and Renaissance painters all in one tidy package, except for maybe in an Italian-Japanese fusion restaurant with a Godzilla-takes-Venice theme?  My only complaint is (of course) fashion-related.  I was disappointed that Megan Fox's April O'Neill had swapped her iconic yellow jumpsuit for a rather pedestrian tan leather jacket.  Although I understand that a jumpsuit is, well, laughable, I can't help but feel that a bright yellow leather jacket would have been a nice modern twist, not to mention a fitting homage.  Still, she did rock green nail polish.

Now I've said everything that I have to say about our heroes in a half shell (you had to know that one was coming) except for the most obvious, which is the perhaps even more groan-inducing but nonetheless necessary (say it with me) Cowabunga, dude! 

You're still number one, Leonardo, but dreamboat or not, you can't beat a good catchphrase.