Showing posts with label bebe. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bebe. Show all posts

Friday, May 23, 2025

A Gamble on Glam and a Line in the Sand: Painting the Desert Pink

Blouse: Amazon


Bag: Amazon

Headband: Macy's

Shoes: First Love by Penny Loves Kenny, JCPenney

Jacket: bebe, Macy's Backstage

Bag: Nine West, Kohl's

Hair clip: Wild Fable, Target

Poker chips: Michaels

Big necklace: H&M; Other necklace: Nine West, Kohl's

Top: Kingston Grey, Macy's; Ace of hearts pillow: Michaels


Sweater: Mudd, Kohl's

Quartz of the Cactus Necklace

Skirt: Candie's, Kohl's


Bow: Art Class, Target

Bags: First two: Arizona Jeans, JCPenney; Last one: T-Shirt & Jeans, Kohl's

Winsome Dove Necklace

Just kidding.  Glam is never a gamble, and I'll never draw a line in the sand when it comes to a desert motif.

So in the tradition of the laconic cowboy (and Forrest Gump), that's all I have to say about that.

Monday, April 5, 2010

Postcard from the Edge


I've only bought one thing from bebe in my entire life, and that was a dress I found on clearance in the Las Vegas Venetian store when I was there on business for my old job. I guess I must have signed up for their mailing list when paying for it, because they sent me this postcard the other day. Well, to be precise, they didn't send it to me, but to a severely butchered version of my parents' address. They misspelled the street name and got the town wrong. Yet it still got there, the powers of bebe having prevailed. Here's what it said:

Hi, Tracy --

Just wanted to let you know that the Kardashian line has arrived in our store. Please call me to make an appointment.

Thanks!!
Jenn, Bebe Rockaway

Surely you see why I felt the need to share. I was unaware, although unsurprised, that the ever-enterprising Kardashian clan had launched a clothing line for bebe. Had I been a fan (of the store or the TV personalities), I might have found myself hopping a train to Rockaway, New York, to snag a signature piece. I couldn't help but wonder just what sort of person would do that. Because there must be someone, somewhere, who would. Hence the postcard.