Showing posts with label Space Hog. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Space Hog. Show all posts

Sunday, July 16, 2017

Leather and Space: The Vinyl Frontier


Weather or Hot Big Bertha Charm Necklace

Top: Bisou Bisou, JCPenney
Skirt: Decree, JCPenney
Shoes: Chinese Laundry, DSW
Bag: B&B, Ocean City
Belt: Gifted
Sunglasses: Michaels



Fabulous Felt Saturn Brooch

Top: JCPenney
Skirt: Material Girl, Macy's
Shoes: Charles Albert, Alloy
Bag: Nordstrom
Belt: Marshalls
Sunglasses: Rampage, Boscov's


Sparkly Saturn Charm Necklace

Tee: Gifted
Skirt: Decree, JCPenney
Shoes: Ami Clubwear
Bag: Candie's, Kohl's
Blue purse charm: A.C. Moore
Bumblebee purse charm: Carole, JCPenney
Sunglasses: Michaels

Anyone who thinks that black leather is a don't in July has never ridden with a motorcycle gang . . . or been sideswiped by one on the highway.  Yep, winter, spring, summer, or fall, leather -- or even its genetically inferior twin, pleather -- is badass.  Indeed, when I wore this pleated pleather skirt with a black leather jacket and low ponytail a few months ago, the husband said that I looked like Steven Seagal.   

Leather/pleather miniskirts in particular embody their own mystery -- even if the mystery is the material they use for the pleather. You know what else is mysterious? Outer space (just ask a white dwarf or black hole or that dude who hosted The Twilight Zone).  So, I decided to send them (pleather and space, that is) on the same mission -- namely, to create some out-of-this-world outfits!   

Saturn, always my favorite planet (despite my distaste for the car of the same name -- and, uh, my love for oxygen here on Earth), takes center stage by starring in not one but two of this week's accessories.  Still, it's the ringless Weather or Hot Big Bertha Charm Necklace that's stolen my heart -- and has the Cupid's arrow to prove it.  The five huge, laser cut moon/star, lightning bolt/cloud, and heart/arrow acrylic charms actually came from key chains.  I love their unabashed larger-than-life-ness.  This necklace is what I imagine Flavor Flav would wear if he signed on with NASA.      

Here are some admittedly fuzzy close-ups of the skirts.  (Pleather's such a rebel that it doesn't even listen to cameras.)  Just pretend that they're a bunch of nebulae or the exhaust from a Hells Angels' Harley: 




My favorite is the one with the buckles and zipper (sorry, Steven).  That's why it's first and gets to be with Big Bertha.

That's all for this space hog blog post.  In the meantime, keep those crop circles spinning.