Happy Sexy Halloween

I visited my alma mater this past weekend for a football game and to capture that crisp fall campus air: a special mixture of unapologetic liberalism, echoes of past change, and profuse possibilities ahead.  It was a nostalgic day filled with pit stops at pizza joints, impulse collegiate gear buys, and domestic beer.  Worth every second!

Students here  officially celebrate Halloween tonight despite early morning classes tomorrow. That is as it should be. Of course, tonight’s debauchery didn’t keep folks from coming out this past Saturday in costume. Predictably, women took an overtly sexy approach while idiocy seemed the common draw among campus men. And that’s all fine if that is what your inner beast wants to express come this time of year.

Temperatures in the mid 30’s Fahrenheit stopped few women from dressing as the ever-present house cat with high platform heels and furry tail.  I witnessed one lady in her cat costume complete with fishnets, hot pants with tail, matching ears, sassy walk. . . everything in place.  Her companion had on semi-sheer black pantyhose.  I don’t remember what was going on up top because she was just wearing the pantyhose on bottom.  No leotard over it.  Nothing.  Nada.  This is my worst nightmare, yet this woman willingly strolled the streets in her control tops.  Those of you out there contemplating reenactment of this – you should know that unless you dress up as Amy Sedaris, pantyhose alone doth not a costume make.  Of anything.  Except maybe a mortified blogger in a nightmare.

Admittedly, I find Sexy Chucky so ridiculously dumb that I kind of like it. A killer doll movie character costume, only sexy.  Genius.

Sexy Chucky costume from amazon.com

Help save me from the doldrums of the sexy house cat – anyone donning any interesting Halloween costumes this year?


Kate Middleton’s Smart Style

I absolutely love how the former KM reuses her clothes.  With the exception of the hosiery with espadrilles.  But I can tell from her expression that she is aware of it.  I gather that she (a) was late from a formal appearance so said “screw it, the hose stay” or (b) tried to leave her quarters without hosiery when the royal dress code police stopped her and sent her back for said hosiery, or (c, although I doubt it) was cold or bloated and wanted the support.

Jokes aside, she is so graceful and seems to genuinely have a great time being Duchess of Cambridge.  It’s quite refreshing to see someone who has it all and who knows how to enjoy it: a situation in which I don’t have to grieve for my apparently misdirected dharma as a dumb blogger and not royalty.  I do, however, grieve that the green DVF dress is not in my closet.

Check it: Kate Middleton Style : People.com : People.com.



Ladylike Vintage

Ladylike Vintage

I watch a great deal of Masterpiece Mystery! because that’s how we roll at my house.  The eternally damp English countryside, the halcyon days of stables, gardens, and hand-spun fabrics fill me with the desire to wrap up in style.  I happen to love a good cape. They’re ever so classic and sophisticated.  Amidst all of the color blocking and faux fur swirling around this season, the emergence of the cape is a breath of fresh air.

I’ve worn capes with tweed pants, slim dresses, skinny jeans, you name it.  But right now, I long to pair one with a pencil skirt and some sky-high retro mary janes.  The addition of driving gloves and a cloche works even at the risk of being too period; however, if you are concerned with looking like Miss Marple’s primary suspect, you could skip either.  Avoid statement jewelry:  you don’t want chunky accessories on the neck and arms with all that material going on up top.  A rose gold slim bracelet watch epitomizes ladylike vintage.  And keep in mind that a satchel with handles is best since a shoulder bag or crossbody can prove maddening with a cape.  Keep the makeup simple with winged liner. While I prefer natural formulas, Stila nailed easy application and all day wear with their liquid liner.

If I could end up with any of these items, I confess an intense desire for those earrings.  They are in themselves a taste of Mystery!

Kanye Both Polite and Comfortable According to RGD Readers

All apologies, dear readers, for the delay of this very important update:  Congrats to Anonymous and El Guapo for tying in our thought bubble contest.  Check out the entire post here and view the winning entries!

Eggs Over-branded

image from wikipedia.org

Some brands have imprinted themselves so prominently on our culture that many of us unwitting citizens feel they can do no wrong. I imagine some powerful exec seated in his high-rise corner office approving a batch of hideous designs while drinking absinthe and polishing his monocle – snickering diabolically that we’re all “fools!” But, I’m sure that doesn’t really happen. Who wears a monocle nowadays?

Last week, I saw a young lady carrying a patchwork handbag by a famous maker of purses. I will not describe the bag in too great detail lest she be one of the literally dozens of regular RGD readers. But I will say that it was a melange of colors, pockets, patches, and rhinestones all by a brand that rhymes with “poach”. I didn’t get close enough to assess whether or not it was of real stock. Come to think of it, it may not have been. I know “poach” has a patchwork collection, but I don’t recall that many rhinestones. But, clever way to make use of those fabric overages, Poach!

The greater point is, we are so under the brand influence that sometimes it’s hard to tell the items that have wow factor from the ones that just scream THIS BRAND IS THE MOSTEST! Perform a simple litmus test by asking yourself, “How different is carrying this bag from a neon sign for the brand?” If the answer is along the lines of, “very different – I can’t put my wallet in a neon sign, silly!” then you are quite addicted and you should begin the weaning process.

I hate to be a stick in the mud. If you want to express your best rhinestone moment, I truly say go for it. Goodness knows, I love some sparkle and a sturdy patent buckle.

In fact, I once spotted a woman working unforgettable bellbottom stretch pants by a designer that I can’t quite recall: the print was so blinding and the legs so incredibly flowing from the knee down. And only from the knee down. Otherwise, camel toe city. The designer rhymed with “burglary” or “mulch, eh and cabana.” Anyway, its been over a year since I’ve seen those pants and my mind is singed by their overt disregard for my memory as well as proper undergarments. But I kind of admired her for loving them so. One could just tell. So, maybe that whacked out absinthe-drinking, monocle-polishing exec is a genius after all.

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