Monday, June 6, 2016

Golden Girl Swirl and Three Cheers for Cheesecake






Dress: Modcloth
Top: Bongo, Sears
Shoes: Payless
Bag: Candie's, Kohl's
Belt: Candie's, Kohl's
Sunglasses: Michaels







Tee: Alloy
Blouse: Decree, J. C. Penney's
Skirt: Bongo, Sears
Shoes: City Streets, J. C. Penney's
Bag: Gap
Sunglasses: J. C. Penney's







Dress: Eric & Lani
Blouse: Candie's, Kohl's
Shoes: Payless
Bag: Journeys
Belt: Apt. 9, Kohl's
Sunglasses: Candie's, Kohl's

All that glitters may not be gold, but then gold's not all it's cracked up to be.  Which seems like just the right position to take as a jewelry crafter who deals mostly in plastic.  Indeed, this week's necklaces are flawlessly flashy, illuminated by faux gold metal and oodles of sparkly rhinestones -- well, that and the inner light of their own spunky spirit.  More sedate than my usual stuff yet still respectably sassy, I like to think that they appeal to accessory enthusiasts of all ages.  Which is to say that good time Golden Girl Blanche would probably be game to don the Oval Office Intern Necklace (even if just for the name), and girly Golden Girl Rose would be right at home in the Key to Kawaii or Sun, Moon, and Stars necklaces.  Which, I realize, leaves nothing for no-nonsense Dorothy.  But then, she was never one for frivolity -- not that she had any room for it anyway, what with those ginormous cowl necks she often wore.  Still, frumpy or not, she was one funny lady.  They all were (you too, Mama Sophia), trading life lessons, anecdotes, and yes, sometimes even insults over that panacea of pastries, the cheesecake.  The decadent dessert seemed to magically emerge from an ever-present pink bakery box whenever the quartet was at some kind of crossroads, its creamy rich goodness mending broken hearts, soothing bruised egos, and resolving petty differences, often to the tune of a St. Olaf story.  


Never once during these binges did anyone utter a word about heart disease. Well, except for when Blanche's whippersnapper of a grandson said that he didn't want to sit around listening to their arteries harden. I don't have to tell you that he was punished when don't-mess-with-me-Dorothy swiftly brought down the hammer. As for Rose, she administered her own brand of vigilante justice in the form of a BLT with a chocolate cake chaser. Whose arteries are hardening now, whippersnapper?

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