Aretha Rocks!

There was a lot of buzz today over the crystal-studded bow/hat that Aretha Franklin wore to the inauguration. (I wasn't able to watch the inauguration since I was working, but saw clips after I got home.) Her hat was definitely not in the subtle category. But I love Aretha -- She is a legend in her own time and can do and wear whatever she wants!



Actually, I don't usually go for the 'out there' fashions, but I was so taken with Aretha's hat that I called up Presbyterian Gal and Bobby... and we all agreed. Next year when we do the Elf Dance, we will be sporting Aretha Bows.



Booyah!

short short, big big

Today was the second meeting of the Short Short Book Club, where we have a short discussion of a couple of short stories. My contribution is to write the discussion questions, and I usually throw in related pictures to spice things up a bit.

One of today's stories (A Change in Fashion by Steven Millhauser) dealt with the excesses of the whole fashion scene, and at one point in the story there was a dress as big as a house. Yep, that big! In looking for a picture to go with my questions, I googled "big dress" and here's what came up:


Bride's big day

A bride's dress was so big it got stuck in the church door.

Carly O'Brien's 25 stone dress was 8ft wide and cost £25,000. It took twenty people an hour and a half to push 16-year-old Carly through the church door and up the aisle followed by her 60ft long train.

The 30-layer dress, covered with 3,000 Swarovski crystals, diamond head-dress and train meant dad Frank, 40, had to walk in front as there was no room alongside.

Carly, who spent nine and a half hours getting into the dress, was so exhausted when she got to the altar in Gloucester that the groom, Michael Coffey, 17, and 14 relatives carried her out.

Sister Crystal, 20, said: "Carly wanted her day bigger than Jordan's. She got it."


After seeing this monstrosity, I guess the dress-as-big-as-a-house indeed appears to be the next logical (or illogical) step...

fashion faux pas

Well, things are winding down with the primaries. I wish my pal Hillary had done a little better. But it's not really her fault:


That's right. She was a victim of circus pants.

Actually I had a pair of craaazy striped bell bottoms in the 70's. So I feel her pain.

photo from here

as seen at the eye doctor's...

Perhaps it doesn't take much to amuse me, but I got a kick out of a shirt one of my patients was wearing today:



So as soon as I got home, I had a little chat with Marble.