NY Fashion week just drew to a close. I was really sad that I had to leave The Big Apple last month before it went down, always being on the cutting edge of fashion that I am.
I always make sure that my shoes match my outfit du jour. I have Crocs flip flops of almost every color.
Honestly, I haven’t paid much attention to what’s been said about the fashions being shown on the runway this week. I did however, overhear that the “in” colors next summer will be beige and dusty pink. I can’t wait!
OMG- dusty pink. Dusty pink reminds me of the early 80′s when that damn color was paired with dusty blue. A friend I knew had her entire house, I mean every room, decorated with those two colors, and geese, everywhere those geese, wearing ribbons around their necks. It was a lot to handle even if you were sober.
Once when Doug and I were there one night playing cards I had perhaps a smidge more to drink than I should’ve. I felt like Tippi Hedrin in “The Birds”. Of course in this instance it would’ve been called “The Geese.”
I still have bad dreams. All those geese were freaking me out.
Doug found this little ditty today in the NY Daily News and suggested that I share it with you, so here you go-
Now I don’t want you all to make the servers crash by trying to place your orders at the same time, so please pace yourselves. I feel sure you’ll be able to secure one of these little beauties in time for that Christmas office party. I’m guessing that since the less fashion forward folk such as myself, won’t be wearing this, they’ll be plenty left behind (no pun intended) for the rest of you fashionistas.
If you are going to wear this though, please be sure to order Unforgettable gifts #6, to wear underneath. (You wouldn’t want panty lines after all.) That would be tacky.
And if the model looks familiar, you might remember her from one of my earlier posts. Her name is Coco Austin, wife of Ice-T. If the rumors about her are true, she’s a real hard-ass as you can surmise from her backside in these photos and my earlier post about her.
So here I sit a prime candidate for What Not to Wear. I guess that’s just the way it’ll have to be for now.