I dared not photograph "Boots" in her Before state of neglect and naked beigeness, and I smile now with warm memories of how we did both quake under the fine points of my poised Sharpies yesterday, I with artistic trepidation, Boots with fear of a big freakin' mess made all the feck all over them: "You better feckin' know what the feck you're doing with those GD Sharpies, you freak." (!)
|Wings with peace sign on the left; hairy ankles and feet on the right.|
When I wore these boots in their altered state for the first time this morning, I had several chats with people who stopped to remark on their "groovy"-ness, in particular, a group of women teachers who suggested I go to LA and sell these to the schtars (beh, they couldn't afford me) but I am very happy that they'll have their kids painting up their shoes in art classes this semester. Is it a coincidence that today was also the 4/20 cannabis celebration downtown attended by thousands? I avoided the event; clothing is the only thing I consume secondhand.
Below is my Easter bonnet, also purchased at the 50%-off sale for $6, vintage straw hat with fake flowers. I decided to spare it any embellishments with Sharpies. What an incredible piece.
Wearing: all visible clothing is thrifted, except the tights and DIY fingerless knit gloves from Canadian Tire automotive store. That's my blue silk blouse worn as a skirt and a golden silky top from some la-tee-da brand, I forget which. You can see the skirt's under-sleeve in the first photo - oops. And another mega-giant magic loupe from O.
For those of you with holidays, I hope you are kicking back with some marvellous solid foods (and semi-solids), delicious liquids, and enjoying comfortable furniture, intriguing reading matter or other visual matter, and zingy banter with other humans. Of course, I already know you look faaabulous.
I'm sticking these DIY boots up on Patti's Visible Monday at Not Dead Yet Style.