Pics of me were taken by Sandra.
pearl-pink satin palazzo pants with rear zip, vintage new old stock, thrifted, $10
pastel floral chiffon peignoir, vintage, thrifted
neon orange sleeveless ruffle blouse, thrifted
white T-shirt, Gap, retail, customized by me
platform sandals, Steve Madden, thrifted
chain belt, thrifted
crazy socks, retail, I'll show you later
pink eyebrows, heh heh heh
white hair, Angel at C:EHKO hair salon
White hair, pink brows - although the hair looks a wee bit flat here.
When I got my hair whitened about seven months ago, I felt very badass. But look at me now - all flowers and spring and sweetness. "Oo, lovelies, a lavenderish heaven-sent breeze swept gentle kisses of chiffon wisps and big-honking-pant flaps around me until I was enveloped in a delicately throbbing cloud of 'Help! I can't see where I'm going. I can't walk in these feckers. Are we there yet?'...(me channeling Miz Bagg)." I was tremendously comforted knowing I had brought along backup flats and half a box of bandaids, neither of which were needed. I had planned to bring backup pants too in case of a palatial-sized palazzo-pant wardrobe malfunction, but forgot.
Playing in the rock garden. "Oh, Mighty Isis, I summon thee."
If Miz Bagg's wardrobe trailer had accompanied us today, I would have demanded that her cracked team of stylists steam these satin pants before the shoot. The palazzos looked good when I first put them on, but after coffee, a chocolate-chip cookie (home-baked by Sandra), and a satisfying chin wag at my favourite coffee shop, the crotchal area looked like a giant accordion, which recalls neither the genre nor rhapsody of music one would prefer there.
Peaceful Rock Garden of Divine Meditation
(aka Boulders in Reeking Hideaway under Bridge)
This plain white Gap T-shirt had been kicking around my closet for many years, seldom worn. Then last night while watching Poirot I decided to rough it up a little with my Sharpie (permanent marker). The character is me, shrugging, standing in a pile of clothes. On the left it says bagandaberet and on the right, melanie. Now I love this piece, although I don't know if it will wash. Don't care. I should research fabric markers/paint because I like drawing on my clothes. Do you have any recommendations?
I also put a great photo of Sandra here on my street style blog today. Check out her wrap in gold "lammay" (the accent mark doesn't work and it definitely wasn't "lame"). I discovered it time-sealed in a treasure chest by a buddy of mine. If I cleaned it out for him I could keep what I liked - win-win.
Oh, look, it's Mighty Isis!
And I wore the outfit below last week. This was my original outfit of choice for meeting Sheila (Ephemera) and L, which was nixed at the last minute by cold weather. Clicky heels on the boots, yeeah, that made me feel very badass, even though I hadn't had my hair bleached out yet. And I adore swinging that little granny bag around, it packs a whallop. 'Scuse me, 'scuse me - smack.
sleeveless off-white groovy dress with rear zip, vintage, thrifted
sleeveless black sparkle catsuit, front zip with O-ring in back, thrifted
leopard print shrug with faux fur collar and cuffs, and pink satin lining, thrifted
voodoo pendant and ghost-on-a-swing pendant, gifts
ankle boots, retail long ago
heart bag, thrifted
granny bag, gift
gloves, Canadian Tire automotive store, decapped by me
wool beret, thrifted
I added the yellow faux fur and black fringe for length and voluptuousness. Hand sewing, ladies!
Sparkle, baby, sparkle.
I'm slightly disheveled in these photos - I had just returned from my inspiration walk and exertions with my granny bag. I usually snap my photos before I go out. This catsuit leaves a little trail of sequinny bits wherever I go. How romantic.
Sorry this post is so darned long. Blame it on my florified badass self. I hope you are all having a marvellous weekend full of chocolate and meat and/or vegetables and fruit, with refreshing beverages. Cheers. I'm linking for sure to Patti, She-Ra of Garden Parties, for Visible Monday at Not Dead Yet Style. I look forward to seeing you there. Get ready to polka!