Sunday, June 26, 2016

Smurf's Up: New Wave Crave



 Hygiene Hijinks Necklace

Top: Kohl's
Dress: L'Amour by Nanette Lepore for JCPenney
Shoes: Chinese Laundry, DSW
Bag: Candie's, Kohl's
Sunglasses: Brigantine beach shop



Fabulous Felt Sweet Seashell Barrette

Blouse: Target
Dress: LC Lauren Conrad, Kohl's
Shoes: BCBG, Macy's
Bag: Xhilaration, Target
Sunglasses: Michaels 



Cool Crescent Necklace

Top: Arizona Jeans, JCPenney
Dress: Monteau, Marshalls
Shoes: Christian Siriano for Payless
Bag: Candie's, Kohl's
Sunglasses: Rampage, Boscov's



Tourist Trap Necklace

Top: Self Esteem, JCPenney
Skirt: Xhilaration, Target
Shoes: Payless
Bag: Candie's, Kohl's
Sunglasses: JCPenney


Brigantine's own Root Beer Barrel: one soda shop-sounding surf shop that keeps on rolling (at least, if the for sale sign out front is to be believed, until someone buys it).

A rolling stone gathers no moss -- but sometimes moss is mighty pretty.

Thanks to Ocean Spray, you can't say "crave" without thinking of that other "c" word -- "cranberries!"  This post is all about blue, pink, and the beach, with a splash of 1980s -- which is to say that it's like 95% of my other posts (even if The Cranberries are not only not new wave, but not from the 1980s).  It's got seashells, a surf shop, and toilets -- reminding us not to pee in the ocean.  Also, Smurfberries, perhaps the most magical (not to mention most animated) marriage of pink and blue, if only in abstract.

Ah, the beach.  Otherwise known as Mother Nature's prize box, it offers a boundless bounty of beauty, yielding every treasure that original hoarder The Little Mermaid could hope to squirrel away in her undersea cavern.  Unlike actual mothers, the beach is laidback when it comes to bringing things home, never saying, "You just got a dead crab carcass for your birthday, Bobby; put that back!"  Well, not unless she wages a hurricane.

In honor of the beach (and collecting), I made this week's stuff with souvenir shops in mind.  I'm sure you remember their wares, are perhaps even becoming reacquainted with them this weekend as you stroll through such spots with your own little ones.  Baskets of shrink-wrapped seashells, cheap sunglasses, and screen-printed tee shirts riotous with palm trees and dolphins crowd every aisle.  We have a few such establishments in Brigantine, and sometimes I like to walk through them, if only for nostalgia's sake.  But my favorite beach shop buy came from a store on the Ocean City boardwalk.  It was a plastic yellow scallop shell trinket box that I found enchanting because I thought it looked like it belonged to a mermaid (Ariel being my spirit Disney princess).  Sadly, I've since lost track of it; unlike my faux sumo wrestler trinket box, it never emerged from my parents' attic.  Sometimes I still think about it, and when I'm on the boardwalk, I peer at the passing shops and wonder if anything like it is waiting within.  I never check, though.  There's no point in trying to go home again when your home is already the beach.        

Sunday, June 19, 2016

Sugar Rush Gush: Props for Pops



Fabulous Felt All Sorts of Sweet Barrette

Top: Material Girl, Macy's
Camisole; So, Kohl's
Skirt: Material Girl, Macy's
Shoes: Venus
Bag: Xhilaration, Target
Sunglasses: Michaels

There are all sorts of fathers out there, and song lyrics are rife with rhymes about bad dads.  Madonna's "Papa Don't Preach," Everclear's "Father of Mine," and Harry Chapin's "Cats in the Cradle" spin stories of subpar patriarchs -- not to mention anything by Papa Roach or Puff Daddy.  That's why it's nice when you have a dad worth singing (a good song) about.  Fortunate to be among this number, I'm celebrating Father's Day with my father's favorite candy in this Fabulous Felt All Sorts of Sweet Barrette.  Speckled with bright stripes and circles, it's bursting with good times and the spirit of summer -- even if the black bits symbolize the dreaded (to me) licorice.  Which makes it just the right dad's day dessert, all the colors of the confectionery masking the unpleasantness.  So, to every dad who ever helped make an algebra test, playground meanie, or just plain bad day go away, enjoy the treat of your choice, safe in the knowledge that you are the rainbow.

That having been said, I can't be held responsible for runs on Lucky Charms, rainbow sherbet, or old-timey lollipops.           

Monday, June 13, 2016

Golden Corral Wow: A Buffet of Baubles




Top: Express, Marshalls
Skirt: Rampage, Macy's
Shoes: City Streets, JCPenney
Bag: Delia's
Belt: Marshalls
Leopard scarf: Nine West
Yellow scarf: Boscov's
Blue scarf: Boscov's
Sunglasses: Brigantine beach shop
Kelly green bracelet: Parade of Shoes
Lime green bracelet: Cloud Nine, Ocean City



Sunshine Scramble Necklace

Top: Decree, JCPenney
Skirt (a dress!): Modcloth
Shoes: Nine West, DSW
Bag: Nordstrom
Belt: Gifted
Bangles: Target
Sunglasses: Brigantine beach shop 



Fancy Fox Necklace

Tunic: Petticoat Alley, Marshalls
Dress: Candie's, Kohl's
Shoes: Chaps, Kohl's
Bag: Apt. 9, Kohl's
Bangle: B Fabulous
Sunglasses: Brigantine beach shop

I've said it before, and I'll say it again: no outfit is complete without yellow.  Just like food is sawdust without butter, which just happens to be this same sunny shade.  (Coincidence?  I think not.)  Even the word "golden" is a charmer, so nice I used it twice, starting with last week's: Golden Girl Swirl and Three Cheers for Cheesecake.

So, I've added a healthy helping of bright yellow beads to this week's necklaces.  They illuminate everything in their orbit, making the blacks and tans more dramatic, the jewel-toned rainbows more cheerful, and the coppers more brightly burnished, like small, smoldering southwestern suns -- or corn off the cob mixed with colorful veggies.

For the record, I've never eaten at a Golden Corral, and I never plan to.  Buffets aren't my bag unless they're of the brunch or dessert variety, as both offer decadent delights like Danish, brownies, and fruit with whipped cream.  

Speaking of temptations, what I've come to call "the experiment" is still going strong as I enter month four.  My laundry pile is approaching staggering heights as I continue my mission to wear everything in my closet before initiating the next spin cycle -- or shopping spree.  I'm not going to lie; I miss buying clothes the way some women miss eating chocolate -- and incidentally, have since upped my cocoa consumption.    

And now, before I ride off into the, er, sunset, some pictures in the palette of PacMan:





Monday, June 6, 2016

Golden Girl Swirl and Three Cheers for Cheesecake



Key to Kawaii Necklace

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



Sun, Moon, and Stars Necklace

Tee: Alloy
Blouse: Decree, JCPenney
Skirt: Bongo, Sears
Shoes: City Streets, JCPenney
Bag: Gap
Sunglasses: JCPenney



Oval Office Intern Necklace

Dress: Eric and Lani, Macy's
Blouse: Candie's, Kohl's
Shoes: Payless
Bag: Journeys
Belt: Apt. 9, Kohl's
Sunglasses: Mudd, 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?

Tuesday, May 31, 2016

Country Club Kitsch: In Favor of Parties and Nice Knowing You, Nashville



Gibson Girl Necklace

Tee: Merona, Target
Skirt: Marshalls
Boots: 2 Lips Too, DSW
Bag: Worthington, JCPenney
Hat: The husband's closet
Belt: Gifted
Sunglasses: Brigantine beach shop



Sunsational Sunglasses Necklace

Tee: Arizona Jeans, JCPenney
Skirt: Xhilaration, Target
Boots: Charles Albert, Alloy
Bag: Betsey Johnson, Macy's
Sunglasses: Rampage, Boscov's



Gibson Girl Barrette

Leopard top: Macy's
Striped top: Wet Seal
Jeans: l.e.i, JCPenney
Shoes: Worthington, JCPenney
Bag: Candie's, Kohl's
Sunglasses: Relic, Kohl's

This week's projects have one thing in common -- and it's not that I made them from stuff from the dollar store (although that's true too).  It's that I made all three from party favors!  Indeed, the kawaii-tastic guitars in this Gibson Girl necklace and barrette proudly proclaim, "party like a rock star" (lest you forget and wear them to the library or a church rummage sale).  As for the moniker Gibson Girl, it's meant to be a little bit leather and a little bit lace.  In other words, a new spin on a little bit country, a little bit rock and roll, which, dang it all, would've been the perfect phrase to trot out for this post, so much so that I wish I hadn't maxed it out in recent weeks.  Because the leather and lace thing is a little clunky, conjuring up images of 1980s hair bands, which is not what I was going for.  No, the sweet spot is an ever so slightly edgy brand of country.  Kind of like the kind they portray and play on ABC's "Nashville."

If you watch, then you know that the series finale aired this past Wednesday to the tune of almost zero fanfare.  The last preview had sneakily slipped in the announcement, "Next week, on the series finale of "Nashville," . . .," confirming month-long rumors that this ratings bubble of a show had finally popped.  Fans are outraged and saddened by the untimely cancellation, myself included.  Which should come as no surprise considering this fan fashion I made two years ago:

Juliette in the Southern Starlet Necklace

Scarlett and Gunnar in the Southern Sweethearts Necklace

Although I've never been into country music, "Nashville" is one of my favorite shows.  I watched it from the beginning, and as the weeks rolled on, I was surprised to find that I looked forward to not  just the story, but the music, which had a sort of modern, alt-rock, folksy sound I hadn't before associated with country.  From the first episode, I was drawn into the characters' lives as they strove to either break into the biz or maintain shaky stardom while balancing family and romance.  I loved rehashing the episodes on the phone with my mother and sister, often becoming so animated that the husband asked if we were discussing real people.

Still, it may not yet be time to give up the ghost.  The Interwebs are buzzing with the commentary of diehard fans who insist that it isn't curtains for the country music drama, ever hopeful that it'll be picked up by a cable network or even Netflix or Hulu (hey, it worked for "Conan" and "The Mindy Project").  According to this camp, "Nashville" shot two series finales: one tying up every character's story neatly and one allowing the fate of Hayden Panettiere's Juliette Barnes to hang in the balance.  It was the second version that aired, leading many to believe that the show will go on.

So, where do I stand on this issue?  At the crossroads of ambivalence.  On one hand, it was downright haunting to watch Juliette grow so much and come so close to winning back Avery (Jonathan Jackson) only to maybe (spoiler alert!) be killed in a plane crash, meeting the same tragic end as The Big Bopper, Buddy Holly, John Denver, and three-fourths of Lynyrd Skynyrd.  Was it a case of a spoiled star finally getting what she deserved?  Or of a hard-living artist having an epiphany about what's important and then simply reaching the end of the road?  I'm not sure, but the English major in me appreciates that there are possibilities in this last call for a series that detractors have long disparaged as nothing more than an ABC ad vehicle.  I will say this: I was happily relieved to see Gunnar (Sam Palladio) and Scarlett (Clare Bowen) finally reunite after four seasons of will-they-won't-they and would surely hate to see them pulled asunder just to keep a new storyline spinning.  (Ditto for Deacon and Rayna.)  Although abrupt and a little clumsily executed, the plot that leads to their reconciliation (I'm talking to you, icky Autumn and Gunnar fling), makes a lot of sense.  Amid the confusion, Scarlett has the epiphany (epiphanies being key in this finale) that she's in love with Gunnar, despite him accusing her of being afraid of becoming involved with him only two weeks earlier. Yet as obtuse as he is during most of this episode, Gunnar's not entirely clueless.  Scarlett has always let her fears limit her, first by refusing Gunnar's marriage proposal at the end of season one and finally by hooking up with safe choice love interest Dr. Caleb Rand in season three.  So when she decides to take the leap and pursue a relationship with Gunnar in earnest, we know it's for real.  And when Gunnar finally wakes from Autumn's evil spell to grab Scarlett for a kiss during what is meant to be their farewell performance, we know that this is how their story should end, a sentiment verbalized by their manager who contentedly comments, "Looks like they're still a duo."

Although life after ABC may mean a more nuanced, multifaceted format free from the pressure to pander to corporate sponsors, I vote to end "Nashville" while most of its denizens have what they want (Juliette's possible trip to that Grand Ole Opry in the sky notwithstanding).  Because in a world where a tired old tune reigns supreme, happy endings await on the B side. 

Monday, May 30, 2016

Hey, Sailor, it's Summer! Also, Happy Memorial Day.





Fabulous Felt Sky Blue Anchor Barrette

Top: Aeropostale
Dress: Kohl's
Shoes: Chinese Laundry, DSW
Bag: Candie's, Kohl's
Belt: Apt. 9, Kohl's
Sunglasses: Mudd, Kohl's

Ah, Memorial Day.  It's a time to remember the brave men and women who fought for our country .  . .  and to stuff our faces.  Hotdogs, hamburgers, and fruit pies all make their inaugural summer appearance during this hallowed weekend.  I like to think that the armed forces would've wanted it that way.

Yet residing as I do on an island, I find it only nautical, er, natural, to concentrate on the sailors.  (That, and army stuff isn't nearly as cute.)  That's why I made these fabulous felt anchor barrettes.  To that end, three anchors are better than one when it comes to staying put to serenade your sweetheart.  Just ask that sailor from "Brandy":

"The sailor said, "Brandy, you're a fine girl."
What a good wife you would be.
But my life, my lover, my lady is the sea."

There's a guy who could've used an anchor or three.  Stay centered this summer, seafarers.

Memorial Day edition of "other people's flowers". 


Military mural painted on the side of the Brigantine VFW building.