Dress: David's Bridal
Shoes: Guess, DSW
Bag: Xhilaration, Target
There are few things as paradoxically creepy-cute as clowns. So, I thought it'd be fun to make some in barrette form this week -- and even more fun to clip their colorful, madcap mugs (which, according to the husband, bare a striking resemblance to Mr. Bill) to the uber sleek and formal bridesmaid dress I wore in my sister's wedding. The result is a look that would make anyone the belle of the Barnum and Bailey ball, right down to the mismatched shoes a la Helena Bonham Carter, who, come to think of it, looks more than a little clownish in those Alice in Wonderland movies. These triple clowns are large and in charge and come in a rainbow of seasonal colors, spanning the palettes of fall, spring, and summer. But not winter, because winter's the worst (and also because no one wants to see Bozo go down in a toboggan).
Clowns aren't the only characters cartwheeling through my personal circus. I'm also sweet on sumo wrestlers. Or whatever it is that's circumnavigating this satin box kumbaya-style. Maybe they're acrobats, strange and smiley in their bright leotards.
I got this box on a sixth grade class trip to some now-forgotten Egyptian museum. It stood out among the stickers and tee shirts, beckoning me with its exotic glamour. I've always loved unusual trinket boxes. They're weird and they store stuff; what more could a kooky collector want? Knowing this, my mother recently rescued this one from the attic. I was thrilled. Even if it smelled funny and had become a coffin for crunchy critters. Also, the "wrestlers' " leotards had partially disintegrated, shamelessly exposing the crude gray stuffing of their shoulders and rumps. But to me they still seemed magical, a band of homegrown superheroes (sorry, Sailor Moon ad Pokemon) that had battled the attic's wilderness to emerge (mostly) intact decades later. Bravery like that deserves to be rewarded, which is why I embellished their poor exposed innards with rhinestones. I think the winking gold and purple add an exciting new dimension to this already kitsch-tastic keepsake, and I look forward to enjoying it for years to come.
On that note, I can just see some snooty-accented "Antiques Roadshow" appraiser a hundred years from now, turning it around in his hands and murmuring, "Ah yes, a novelty piece most likely sold at a museum gift shop in the Northeast in the early to mid-1990s. It's a pity it's been altered. Although the rhinestones add a sense of whimsy, they'll significantly lower the value at auction." This is the part where the caftannned Midwesterner who brought it in snatches it away in a tizzy, huffing, "It looks better next to my velvet Elvis!" before flouncing off to have another expert examine her set of Ronald McDonald drinking glasses.
From one clown to another, this ring's come full circle.