Almost famous, maybe. It's astounding.

Are you lookin' at me? - said in a De Niro voice from Taxi Driver

This is what I wore on Tuesday, but what I wore MONDAY was waaay more fun and high impact, and while I didn't get it on my camera (oops), it involved a vintage fringed leather vest, my DIY rockstar pants, and Miu Miu thrifted boots. Outta' my way! Where's my driver!? Where's my studio!? Who said lard!?

A man actually chased me down the block wondering who I am (really). No, he wasn't a police officer or from animal control. At least he wasn't wondering who he was either. Eyes popped, jaws dropped, children dropped their lollies and I picked them up and took them. But no photos. 

I need to think of a few snappy film noir come-back lines: "Yeah, mister, ain't cha' never seen no starry-eyed doe with tic-tac-toe painted on her fanny before?" here

Back to Tuesday. That turquoise top up there is Bob Mackie, 100% silk, $12 "as is" because the person pricing it in the thrift shop mistook the random white streaks (barely visible) for a botched wash job. Worn with: thrifted navy side-zip capris, frump shoes, colourful socks, gifted lava pendant (close up here), DIY preying mantis pendant (close-up here), vintage sunglasses, magic loupe from O. Thrifted coat.

This is MY CiTY. 

April 7, 2015. Vancouver, BC: The view on my daily patrol through the streets. Georgia St. heading eastbound near Burrard St. Roger that big buddy, everything A-OK. If you're coming to the July blogger meetup, you'll see this view too, although the cherry blossoms will be gone. The stately building is Fairmont Hotel Vancouver, one of the old architectural gems left standing downtown.

Below, the painted lines on the road and even the shadows seemed to point to these two beautiful women chatting quietly at the intersection of Robson/Burrard. A second later they were swallowed up by a hoard of pedestrians. The Blue Horizon Hotel is on Robson St., just a couple of blocks from here.

That's all. Thanks for the freakish yellow skirt suggestions! 

And now, guess what? It's official:

Bag and a Beret 

is one of the 

:: 7 BEST BLOGS BY OLDER WOMEN ::

At least Nicole Kliest at WhoWhatWear thinks so. So hurrah! Party time. Where's my fermented apple juice...? I thank Nicole here because I needed to be on Facebook, which I'm not, to comment on the actual post.

The article is called: 

Style Wise: The 7 Best Blogs by Older Women 

STYLE TIPS | 04.06.15 by Nicole Kliest 

The others on the list are: Accidental Icon, Le Lettre d'Ines, Not Dead Yet Style, Not Dressed as Lamb, Style Crone, Une Femme D'Un Certain Age. Gulp. What a huge honour it is to be included among these formidable women. If you're a new follower, hello! And thanks, Patti (Not Dead Yet Style), for including a photo of me taken by Nalidsa Sukprasent on your Facebook page. 

Today's outfit, Wednesday: thrifted maxi robe, which I drastically downsized, but it still has 90 buttons! Previously worn here unresized. I had a wonderful chat with a man who commented on my style today. Hi! in case you stop by. He has worn black pants and a white shirt for years and years, today as well, but he certainly has an arresting personality.

(If I smile, it will spoil the bad-assery of the shades.)

Hoping you're all having a stellar week!

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.