Category: Style

2the9s, Style

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the outside lane

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Ha!  If this works, I have beaten the system and can blog happily from my desktop.  Is there any other kind of blogging for me?  No.  My blogging is alway happy, even when I am ranting.

I posted a status update, this morning, that I was feeling the need to strut.  That’s what a dress with a sensational fit will do for you.  This particular dress is a strapless, slightly ruched number in a slinky jersey fabric, by Norma Kamali.  The cut and fabric really flatter, and I feel confident that all of my best parts are highlighted.

Once I have finished out the Madame Stylista segment, I am going to try something brand new.  I am creating a profile that will allow me to virtually dress people.  If you’ve ever wanted to take me shopping (and a good lot of you have said you would), this could be a fun. 

Howling Sea Lane, Style

Floral Arrangements

the outside lane

I have fifteen minutes before I need to be out of the house, on my way to work. Since Thor is spending it discovering the joys of He-Man and the Masters of the Universe, I am spending it with you.

Today, I am wearing what is commonly known as a “big ass flower”. Some days call for a big ass flower. Which days? Days that require mental armor.

I am going into a rough week and have gird up my loins with fashion accessories. You see, a big ass flower distracts the eye and the mind. No one can try to force you into a serious conversation when you are wearing a big ass flower. It is the sartorial equivalent of a clown nose. How do you even try to take a clown nose seriously? You don’t. The same way you don’t take a gigantic yellow posey seriously.

On the other hand, no one is going to mess with a woman whose huevos are so big that she will wear a flower the size of a baby’s head as an accessory. She might be crazy. She might have a Walther PK-5 hidden behind the stamen. She might be wearing that big ass flower to throw you off the fact that she’s ready to take off her shoe and stab you in the eye with the heel.

Some days just call for a big ass flower.

This is one of them for me.

(You will also notice that I have limited my accessorizing to the big ass flower. I might be crazy, but I’m still only dressed to a 6 for the office.)

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Jungle Gems

the outside lane

Having some issues loading photos today, so if you’re interested in this morning’s polyvore set, you can find it here.  Today it’s the short sleeved, safari jacket worn over an opaque, black camisole and peg leg trousers, with leopard print, maryjane ballet flats.  For accessories, I have on a two toned, round face watch and my wedding set.  No earrings today.  I was feeling lazy.

On camisoles and the workplace:  If it looks like lingere, do not wear it as a shell.  No matter how cute the lacy trim looks peeping out of your tailored jacket (and I do think that looks cute), lingere type camis make it look like you are power brokering humans.  Tell you what, though, if I could get away with a version of Madonna’s power suit/bustier from the Express Yourself video, that would be my uniform.  Minus the garter straps hanging out, I love that look.  It’s just grossly in appropriate for the office.

I am working on an article for That’s What She Said regarding sexy office wear.  Surely you can guess where I come down on the issue.