One jacket two ways, style science, and swirly hair

JACKET WORN FIRST WAY: 

I love this sideways business-ish look. The houndstooth coat was $5 from My Sister's Closet, wool/cashmere with silky white lining, made in Canada by Propaganda, great for the cool day. You can tell it was big bucks in a previous life. Thank you, donor. 

Other pieces: vintage tuxedo pants, lined, with cummerbund-style waistband, by Simon Chang, a well-known Canadian designer, $5 at MSC. They are too large but baggy was "in" for this '80s design so I'll leave them slip-slidey. Granny shoes, thrifted. Tool-box handbag from O who knows me so well. Magic loupe from O. Thrifted tux blouse, gifted vintage tie. 

I wore this jacket for the Gaze Line Experiments conducted at the Miz Bagg Labs of the Universe. The stunning results are detailed below.

The Gaze Line Equation

This figure and accompanying mathematical equation represent the culmination of exhaustive and rigorous scientific research funded by Miz Bagg on how the eye travels when one views garb on another person. In the final analysis, the greatest beneficiary of the gaze line is the bird. Miffed at the results, Miz Bagg made a ginormous feather hat.

Science rules all. Yes. If you would like to nominate me for the Nobel Prize, please do.

It turns out I was useless as a gaze-line experiment subject. The banks of hot beeping computer equipment and the metal helmet with lightning rod thingies and cables kept blowing up. I don't understand it. In this case, the gaze line got lodged in my jacket and the viewer passed out. Wasted lab time.

JACKET WORN SECOND WAY: with platform sandals and sweat socks. (Horror! Put that helmet back on her head!)

Look, same jacket worn another way the next day. It's with my thrifted silky pink and orange tunic/dress (pyjamas?) worn tucked into my thrifted Cartonnier flocked turquoise pants, thrifted platform Steve Madden sandals with retail Reebok ankle sweat socks, and vintage gold stretch belt. Magic loupe of course.

Yeah, I'm a punk. I needed to be - I had to traverse the banking district to get to a yummy food shop and you may know how that conservative vibe in the air pisses me right off. The two photos of this outfit are lifted from a video, quicker than photo-taking, although the results are grainy. Outdoors is still best. 

Okay, so what's up with the swirly hair? More to the point (heh), what's up with Canadian women over 40 and this peakish hairstyle? Ariane of Style Sud-Est, Sheila of Ephemera, and Shelley of Forest City Fashionista all have varying degrees of peaks. Sheila and Shelley's are brilliantly coloured hair statements, like the plumage of exotic birds.

Is it something in the air? In the water? As Canadians do we feel it our patriotic duty to point Due North? Whatever the reason, I like the chaotic/edgy/Vivienne Westwood/surly pixie vibe I get when I wear my hair styled in a peak. Plus, it's easy to blow-dry, and morning bed-head becomes an official "look," at least in my case.

I don't know the real name for this style except it seems to be the opposite of a mullet, perhaps a matlet, a Middle-Aged-Tween reverse mullet.

Are there any contagious hairstyles where you live? Are you immune? What's your effect on the gaze line?

One last gratuitous shot to show you the platforms on these suckers. Heh. 

Of course I shall be linking this up with Patti's next Visible Monday when it opens on her blog Not Dead Yet Style. That's a crowd that can wear anything like a schtar, no two ways about it (ba-da-bum). I know I'll see you there...!!?

Amaryllis by any other name would be wrong

And that's that. 

A little amaryllis (how I love that word) for Anne's bunch at 

Spy Girl, 52-Pick-me-up: Amaryllis, 

and a touch of visibility for the bunch at 

Patti's Visible Monday at 

Not Dead Yet Style.

I'm short on words at the moment; 

they are all flying in other directions.

No need to comment - I'm not giving you much

to work with this week. heh.

thrifted: linen coat, tux pants, spiderwebby tie-dye-ish pullover, D&G shoes, belt

retail Harlequin patterned colourful socks

This type is impossibly small.

Black and white does not mean grey

This look is muted and, although two-dimensional, a fairly accurate photographic representation of what I looked like today. There's no colour because there is no colour except for my squishy flesh, which, you can imagine, is pinkish. For what it's worth, I'm wearing my thrifted low-rise stretch tuxedo pants with two silky stripes down the outside seam, a thrifted graphic turtleneck, and my pointy-toed, sharp-heeled shoes, which are stretchy, like slippers, oh so comfortable. And my magic loupe from O, of course.

My eye is almost back to normal and I'm wearing contact lenses again, although I'll still wear glasses occasionally because: a) I like them, especially the ones with the nerdy snap-on magnetic sunglasses, and; b) I like peeking over the rim and seeing a fuzzy world when I'm in a noisy environment.

I suspect that the decibel level of the Earth has risen significantly in the past decade or so. Where once people walked silently down a sidewalk, now they talk or shout into an electronic device as they go. Ten people strolling past today carries the decibel weight of 20 people. It's maddening, I tell you!

I took my head from that sketch. I made it last winter when I was wearing my pastel nicotine faux-fur coat.

This is my weekend Hello! 

Yellow Skirt Freak Show Update!! and more...

From turquoise seas to...

the manure pit?

Like royalty, the travelling yellow skirt freak show does 

not discriminate in her mission of goodwill.

See Tamera, 

the Menopausal Supermodel,

in her glamorous yellow skirt stylings.

Her goddess countenance eclipses even

the unspeakable beauty of the barnyard with its

heavy equipment and cows and petrified dung(!?).

Moo to be-YOO-tiful!

Go! GO NOW!!

Tamera also includes some wonderful photos of her addition to the FYS and those of previous skirters. Thanks, Tamera!

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And this is for Patti and the gang over at Visible Monday.

If ya know what's good for ya, youse guys'll hightail it outta my hood. I'm packin' a heater in my bag (flat shoes as backup), and believe you me, youse don't wanna make me use it. Now, bring me my tea and make it snappy, herbal, straight up. And no funny stuff.

Lovely gowns and sequins all week and what finally compelled me to pick up my camera? Pants - go figure. This outfit: thrifted low-rise tuxedo pants, thrifted tuxedo blouse, thrifted fur felt hat, borrowed zipper tie, and pointy high-heels, retail. (The "dental dilemma" is the use of x-rays as a routine diagnostic method - BAD. The article cautions readers to make sure their dentists are only using "F" high-speed x-ray film.)

ALSO,
Incredibly talented artist Anne at SpyGirl has done another amazing sketch of me in her "Fruit Salad" 52-Pick-Me-Up theme outfit of my previous post - I can't believe it! I was also style-eyed on the street that day and the photographer posted me at Flairspotting (edit: the link doesn't work any more) after all. I wondered if he would... Clearly, Anne knows what's good for ya.

Check out how accurate she got the patterning on my jumpsuit. WOW! Thanks, Anne. 

I'm on a digital break so that's why I haven't been around much. But I'm still here, still cheering your ultra-fabulosity!!