Showing posts with label Denisebrain. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Denisebrain. Show all posts

Monday, June 1, 2009

Heavy Metal

By a show of hands, how many people here are charmed by Mad Men? One...two...ok, so like a million. And how many people are going slightly mad waiting for Series 3 to premier in August? Me too. It's not that the show is particularly awesome or anything, it's just that the clothes, the sky-high heels, the hot-ass men, the addicting soap opera-like plots, the music, the cars, the mid-century modern furniture...make it particularly awesome. Yesterday it seemed like the next season is still a jillion years away but today it only seems like 2 months away. You know, being as though yesterday was only May but today its all of June already.

One bastard of vintage fashion is the lack of props for certain swanky footwear. All the love goes to early 50's babydoll heels with the cutesy rounded bump toe or the fabulosity of swing-era 40's platforms. But how come no one realises the pure genius of late 50's/early 60's heels? Mad Men's cup runneth over with them, so they know what's up. 4 out of 5 men agree that the stiletto heel radiates pure sex. Also, I make up statistics when needed with no solid proof to back it up. Plus the super skinny pointy toe, while wreaking havoc on the foot and possibly causing irreparable damage down the road, is also hot as sin and a little bunionectomey is the price to pay for looking like a vampy piece-o-tail.

So today I'm featuring some of my favorite vintage 50's/60's heels, in metallics (delish!), whether they're gold or silver, have amazing heels or pointy toes, these shoes deserve some hot, hot lovin' and by god as my witness, they'll get their day in their sun. Oh yes, they'll get their day. (Was that dramatic enough?)




From MySweetiePiePie




From Little Vintage Violet





From Denisebrain





From Digs of Vaudeville




"Heavy Metal" by Judas Priest.

Tuesday, July 29, 2008

Don't Be Cruel

May I bitch for a moment? (Like I stop). This has been making me stabby since last week and I think my family can only roll their eyes for so long hearing my complaing, therefor I'm unleashing the anger upon the world. You're welcome.

Last week I woke up to see first thing in the morning that my hanging flower baskets were MISSING. Gone. Kaput. Which would mean that someone with balls of steel crept up onto my porch in the middle of the night with the PORCH LIGHT ON (100 watts, bitches!) and stole 2 heavy baskets of flowers. (!!!). Really?! Who DOES that?! Well that's just mean. I don't live on the wrong side of the tracks or anything... but it certainly ain't the right side of the tracks either. I'm sort of in the middle of the tracks. I'm the Switzerland of the tracks, tempting my neighbors with my delicious cheese products and hot chocolates and fancy watches. And hanging flower baskets. (Really?!) It was probably Those Damn Teenagers at it again, hopped up on their Tab and Wham records and Garbage Pail Kids trading cards.

Funny thing though, the asshats did me a favor, because the flowers were half dead. I suppose forgetting to water them over a weekend of 95 degree heat will do that, go figure. So the JOKE'S ON YOU, loser flower stealers. But of all things to steal, you're gonna go for crunchy brown flowers?! (Really?!) Winners. Hope your mom's happy with the WORST PRESENT EVER you gave her.

I'm gonna be nerdy here for a second (like I stop) and admit I'm a total gardening junkie (hard to wrap your brain around that, isn't it? Me, all Martha Stewart-y on your ass). I have a veggie garden and pots of herbs- not the gonj kind of herb, you dorks, but the basil and oregano kind. Would that not have been much more lovely a gift to steal for your mom? But I guess dead flowers works too. (Really?!) Or how about this: DON'T STEAL AT ALL. Unless it's my neighbors stuff, then have at it.

Since I have no porch flowers to look at anymore, these floral prints will just HAVE to do I guess. These last longer anyway, right? Whatever. I'm still grumpy about the whole Incident of Porch Theft. (Positivity IS my strong suit, don'tcha know!).

From me at Fast Eddie's Retro Rags:

50's SWIRL flower print wrap dress with crazy huge pink heart pockets


Just kill me with cuteness already. I'm crazy over this mother-son 60's Hawaiian set from Denisebrain:



So sweet and purdy, 50's black & white floral flocked party dress from Couture Allure: