Showing posts with label Cocoa Puffs. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Cocoa Puffs. Show all posts

Tuesday, February 28, 2023

Tan by Your Plan, Beige Against the Machine

Skirt: Bubblegum, Macy's


Bag: Betsey Johnson, Boscov's

Sweatshirt: Pretty Rebel, Macy's

Boots: Jessica Simpson, DSW

Skirt: Lily White, Kohl's

Bag and shoes: LC Lauren Conrad, Kohl's

Bow: SHEIN

Top: So, Kohl's

Blue Bow Necklace

Boots: Penny Loves Kenny, Amazon

Sweater: Jessica Simpson, Amazon

Sometimes I buy clothes that are brown.  Or tan.  Or neutral.  I know, I know.  I'm cuckoo for color, not Cocoa Puffs, so what gives with the granola garb?   Maybe I want all the clothes.  Or maybe I just like a challenge.  The challenge being, how can I make this potato-sack-colored fabric more me (or at the very least, stop exhausting food metaphors)?  In one case, the answer was to craft a necklace from a shoe clip (I'm talking to you, Flair Change).  

Yes, the gilded, frilly doodad of a decorative accent at the center was supposed to snap onto a puzzle piece of a shoe designed for that purpose.  (If you're wondering how I came by such an item, it was a gift.)  Of course, I don't own the corresponding Cinderella slipper and have no way of getting it.  So I thought, why not string the clip, plus some fake coins, into some low-key-but-still-kooky neckwear?      

So I did.

Think of it as the grand marshal of this pale palette parade, Tammy Wynette and Rage Against the Machine fighting from the flashiest float.  

Saturday, February 11, 2023

Fashion Victim, but Make it Funny


What has JELL-O wrestling, purloined movie props, and "The Cat Who Saved a Toddler's Life"?  Why, Laura Levine's Murder Gets a Makeover, of course!  In this zaniest of Jaine Austen mysteries, Jaine reluctantly agrees to a makeover with a snarky LA stylist as a favor to her insufferable neighbor Lance.  Fashion maven Bebe Braddock is so condescending that she makes Anna Wintour look like Mrs. Claus.  So it's no surprise when she ends up strangled by a wire hanger (somewhere out there, Joan Crawford is cackling).  Unfortunately, Jaine is the prime suspect and goes into PI mode to clear her name.  But this time she isn't trying to catch just a killer.  She's also in hot pursuit of her beloved Cuckoo for Cocoa Puffs tee shirt, which Bebe discarded during the ill-fated makeover. 

To crank up the crazy, Jaine's cat Prozac saves a boy from getting hit by a car, garnering her attention from the press and inflating her already huge feline ego.  Also, Bebe's fetus of an assistant is smitten with Jaine.  Unlike Bebe, he thinks her elastic waist pants are sexy and is only too happy to squire her around LA.  As if all of this isn't wacky enough, Levine sprinkles in emails from Jaine's parents, retirees who wreak havoc on their Florida retirement village (well, her dad wreaks havoc while her mother cringes).  The elder Austens are as delightful as they are eccentric, making it clear that the coconut doesn't fall far from the tree. 

Colorful characters, witty one-liners, and a self-deprecating heroine who is somehow as real as she is outrageous make Murder Gets a Makeover one wonderfully raucous ride.

No doubt about it, this caper is catnip to me.