Saving some soles

"O my lost soles. Help. Heeelp. I'm laaanguishing. If I cannot breathe in soon the rejuuuvenating reek of living feet, feet warm and moist with vitality, I shall crack on this torturous rack, 'splayed as I am unmeeercifully under the glare of these abominable, energy-efficient fluorescent lights. Aaah." Such drama from beige boots in the used shoe department was sure to catch my attention. Rescue these boots I did.

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.

These boots cost $5 at Value Village's 50%-off sale, bwa-ha-ha, considering I'd seen a pair in an uber-cool downtown thrift shop for $50. It's hard to imagine a better canvas for farking around with footwear. Do the extended trompe l'oeil heels make me look taller? And the zips, ties, buttons? Why settle for one method of closure? Or opensure. These boots are giddy now with the rejuvenating reek of my feet and their new paint job. And so am I, at least about the paint job part.

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. 

Squeaking under a gibbous moon

Forthwith I went, perforce, of course. Batwinged under a waxing gibbous moon. I have just landed in my boudoir after a long night of squeaking and ruining hair-do's throughout the grand metropolis. Care to join me for a croissant and a cup of hideous fresh-brewed coffee while I sort myself out?

Sandra (of blog Lens is More) and I were style parkouring today, and where better to do it than on a pest-infested mattress in one of our favourite stench alleys? This was an impromptu gig and we thanked the filth underfoot for satisfying our whims so readily.

Wearing: black velvet opera coat, navy linen capris, diamond-patterned socks (retail), bronzy faux-buckle man shoes, indigo beret, three T-shirts (retail sales), fingerless knit gloves DIYed. And a superpower pendant which resembles any/all of the following: the WWII mine from that episode of Gilligan's Island, a diamond-encrusted meteor, Garamon from Ultraman, a disco-ball, a lump of lava with jewels. And matching earrings. And of course the magic loupe from O.

Of course I can fly in everything I wear, but I walk more purposefully in this specific attire. The resonance between where I'm at head-wise and my fabric wrapping was peak today. In fact, except for switching out a black tunic for a few T-shirts, this is exactly what I wore last night for a ramble around Granville Island with O. Wouldn't you know I was caught in my duplicity by an effervescent woman named Darlene, who had seen me walk past her restaurant last night and stopped me on my way home today to say hi. She also enjoys gowning around. (Hi, Darlene, in case you drop by.)

Sandra took the photos of me, I took some of her (see my street style blog HERE for my fave), and I credit the scum-crusted garbage bin, a clean sheet of paper, my sunglasses, and the self-timer for these duo shots. (Jean of Dross Into Gold will understand how hard it was to get this photo.)

Smugly satisfied with our professional crassmanship, we brushed off the critters - well, most of them, the big ones - licked our fingers clean, and proceeded to one of the hippest bars in town for a debriefing over Korean Fried Cauliflower, one order each (too good for sharing), and white wine.

That's all. I don't understand why everywhere I go I seem to be surrounded by Caution tape...

Also, if you haven't already, make sure you check Jane's new post, her second one, about the Freakish Thing at Flight Platform Living. She not only shares the beautiful art she added to the skirt, but also magnifies the additions made by previous wearers.

In the cage again

Are you lookin' at me? Are you LOOKIN' AT ME?!

For Patti's Visible Monday at Not Dead Yet Style, and for Bella's Shoe Shine at The Citizen Rosebud and Jane's Shiny T Tuesday at Flight-Platform Living when they go live tomorrow. 

• black velvet midi opera coat, thrifted
• Simpsons-Sears '60s dress, thrifted
• tights and tights and socks, retail
• boots, old as the hills, retails
• black dickie, also old as the hills, forget where I got it, retail
• belt, thrifted
• magic loupe, from O

In that last photo, I had to boost the light to show those boots, but the coat is midnight velvet with a satiny black lining. Swish. 

Yellow Skirt Freak Show Update!!

(excerpt from Jane's post)

No longer a shiny turd, I'm a 

ShinY-SouL DancinG

In a skirt made for freaks and that's ME......

sEE mE pRAncIng!

J A N E  at

FLIGHT-PLATFORM LIVING

The bunnies and chicks spied the yellow hue of new SPRING

and came out to PLAY, oh the smiles they did bring!

We danced and we span and we were joyous to be in this club

the YELLOW SKIRT FREAK SHOW 

is such a great 

hullabalubb!

______________________________________________

Jane is No. 17 with the skirt. Think of those air miles. And Jane, we never thought you were a shiny turd with bitch voices. Bwa-ha-ha. You'll have to read her post to know what I'm talking about. So GO, GO NOW. Read Jane's tale. You won't be disappointed. Thanks so much, Jane!