Sunday, 11 February 2018

Avenging rock star

Same 'ole, same 'ole. My mod Emma Peel Avenger jumpsuit, in red wool, vintage, by Gordi of Montreal, featuring a groovalicious hip-slung belt and rear zip. I had to resew the seams, which can only be expected from a garment designed for action and intrigue, such as exploring high-tech volcano hide-outs used by bad guys and partying in Monte Carlo to schmooze intel from other secret agents. Sigh.

With it, I'm wearing my License to Wear (on account of that deadly collar) maxi vintage cape of Welsh wool, my diamond-encrusted meteorite pendant, and my brown leather ankle boots. AND rings that O made me, also available in his Etsy store HERE.

I've worn all of these things before on Bag'n'B. Nothing new to look at here, folks. Just move it along. (I posted the cape HERE and on IG HERE, I think there was somewhere else too but I can't find it; my labels are too stellar.) 


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Monday, 29 January 2018

New handbag and painted jumpsuit

My new handbag. But it only holds water. Sometimes I spend money like water, so it will feel right at home in my handbag family with my lunch bag and tool box.

I found this one in the cupboard, under a down-comforter's worth of dust and cobwebs. At first I didn't know what it was, but the handle clued me in. You can hold it as a clutch or use the cord as a strap. So convenient.


O must have secretly placed the bag in the cupboard a couple of decades ago as a gift. It's sweet touches like this that really make a marriage work.

Definitely this is my new "it" bag. It's attractive, matches everything, and is compact with enough heft to use as a lethal weapon of self-defense. Open carry. Pepper spray is illegal in Canada. We can use bear spray, but it just doesn't cut it fashion-wise compared to this clutch.


I just can't figure out how to open it. There's the teeniest tiny hole in the top; coins won't fit in there. Maybe rolled up bills, but then how would I get them out? But that's okay - we all need water. It's essential for life. And I suppose I could just tape my credit cards to the bottom and carry everything else in my pockets like it seems you have to do with many of the cute little bags out there today.

But wait a minute. Something's wrong!

I am having horrific flashbacks. I feel dizzy. I'm sensing a huge wrinkle in time. Disgusting thoughts are pressing on my brain.


There is something oddly...familiar...? 

GAAAA~!!!! What's happening to me? I'm possessed!


Psssss!!! Stay back!!


WOW. That was close!! I don't know what happened there. This handbag brings out my inner Iron Maiden! Suddenly I knew a bunch of moves I didn't even know I had!

Don't worry though. I ironed everything out. Time to chill and blow off some steam with my new bag.


Fight scenes are always hot. Hot flashes are always hot, too.


No irony here. No, really - none.

I'm wearing my JLo cap-sleeve velour jumpsuit, which I painted on. The armlets are socks. I cut the toe part open so they wouldn't be useless mittens. I bought two pairs at one time knowing I would do this. See what I mean about shopping and water? Don't worry. I have mended my ways in a very Iron Lady Thatcherish fashion.

That's all for this week. I'm going to link up with Patti at Not Dead Yet Style and her Visible Monday and Catherine at Not Dressed as Lamb for her #iwillwearwhatilike. Have a stellar week everyone. I'll ask O where he bought this bag in case any of you want one too!


Tuesday, 23 January 2018

Exploring Femininity with Attitude

The second and final set of photos from my shoot with Deanna Flinn, photographer extraordinaire. I changed into this outfit after the Art Gallery shoot with my lucky Vegas jumpsuit (previous post). The tutu was sealed in a space bag I brought along in my wheelie cart. When I opened it, POOF!!! I'm glad there were no small children nearby.


Coffee featured prominently in these photos, and while I didn't necessarily need it for warmth or perkiness, it was a fantastic prop. Every good ballerina needs good coffee. I'm not a good ballerina and this coffee was decaf and cold. But I like iced coffee too. And have been known to reheat day-old coffee. Forget I just wrote that.


Below, I demonstrate the tutu coffee holster because what the frig else are you going to do with a tutu in an alley, right?


I forgot my magazine prop at home. Luckily, Deanna had one with her called Headshots. Clearly I am dressed for a professional portrait.


And then above, tutu as laptop.

When I was a kid, I thought ballerinas were the epitome of grace and femininity. If I hurt myself, I would try to imagine ballerinas to take my mind off the pain - it never worked. I still like the image of ballerinas, such feather-light flitters, but at heart, as you know, I am more of the Martha Graham school. And ballerina-ing is a brutal sport/artform.

Below, some photos I took when I got home. There was no way I was going to wrestle that tutu back into its itsy-bitsy space bag in a public restroom downtown, so I wore it home. You can see the lurex threads next to the fuzzy yarn stripes. And the men's shoes.



One of the most moving ballet performances I have ever seen was by Editta Sherman, a photographer and dancer who lived in Carnegie Hall in New York, in a clip included in the Bill Cunningham documentary. She danced with the moon in her home studio.

I can't give you details offhand, except to say that I remember how wonderful I felt watching her. There is a silent version of her dancing posted on YouTube. A true artist, she sadly passed in November 2013.


Trying out my tough version of an off-duty non-ballerina.



Below, does this tutu make my ass look big?


That's all for now. I'll link up with Patti's Visible Monday at Not Dead Yet Style, and Catherine's #iwillwearwhatilike at Not Dressed as Lamb.

Have you got a tulle skirt? Dress? A tutu? I always wanted a tutu and finally found this one at My Sister's Closet, not $5, but still a good deal. What was most fun about this tutu was the feeling that I don't have to be graceful when I'm wearing it with my man shoes and man coat and man shirt. Plus, people don't squish you out of your seat in the coffee shop when you're wearing a tutu. Heh.

Have a great week!



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