Rococo dresses are like potato chips. You can’t have just one.
Also, they’re ruffly. And possibly salty, based on the difficulty of cleaning. Forget I said that last bit, it’s gross. True, but gross. Because swinging is super fun, but … Continue reading
Which was the term in his day, so stop giving me side-eye.
Aaaand here‘s a nice page on Poiret, one of the earlier designers to just plain ignore what humans are shaped like in favour of whatever oddly flanged column he felt … Continue reading
Special request! Which I sort of failed at.
A certain friend who shall be forever (or at least for this post) know as Lrequested a cartoon with this caption, with Neurotic Owl running off to an adventure. Simple, … Continue reading
This would be wilder, but my scanner understands neon orange gel pen as pale pink. I forgot that.
And the party will be stripey.
Seriously, who doesn’t love the ridiculous glittery fashion elf who is Betsey Johnson? She’s like the magical love child of Lisa Frank and Tim Burton, but more awesome.When people talk … Continue reading
Did I miss a day? Oops.
The days kind of run together when I’m not working a set schedule. Anyhoo, who wants some tartan? I have Lagerfeld on my list because someone mentioned him, but I … Continue reading
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