It’s here again…
I can’t seem to ignore it…
Can’t. Help. Myself.
It’s another installment of Bizarre Fashion!
In keeping with tradition, I’ve entitled each photo with the very first thing to pop into my head. This one is called “Can you see me now?” Because…really….can we ever see ourselves from enough angles?
I’m calling this one Penis Envy. You can see why.
This one has to be a serious misuse of Kermit. I mean, you can practically see his distress. I can’t believe Bert & Ernie are okay with this….
What’ s not to love about this towel? This would go under the tree for several people I know.
Remember that scene with Carol Burnett wearing the curtain rod? The one where she’s pretending to be Scarlett O’Hara? Right? I loooove the look on this model’s face…she’s practically daring me to make fun of her.
I’m calling this one Paper Shredder. For obvious reasons. Can’t you just picture it on a windy day?
This one takes the prize for ingenuity. And stupidity. Would you want to be seen with this guy? I don’t think so.
This one’s fun. I’m entitling it “Whee!”...or maybe "Stack-It". I’m imagining she’d be airborne in a stiff breeze. (Why do I keep obsessing about wind?) I'm loving her cantaloupe hat.
This one is Play-Doh….meets Phantom of the Opera….meets Saturday afternoon ballet lessons.
This one’s called “LOOK AT MEEEE!” AKA The Little Dutch Girl. (Do you think there’s an electrical cord trailing behind her?)
It’s that shoelace black licorice! But…why is it all heading into her mouth? Doesn’t this make it hard to talk? Is she biting down on it to hold it in place?
The winner for favorite bag. I’ll take one in every color. (Tweet!)
You’ve GOT to be kidding me. I….I don’t even know what to say. ('Cept, that left foot looks like it's missing a toe. I'm just saying.....)
There. That’s better. I’m loving the tread on the bottom of these tissue boxes, ‘cause you wouldn’t want to slip…’cause that’s gonna be your biggest concern wearing these shoes….
This is Michael Jackson….meets The Power Puff Girls….in a flood…meets Hogan’s Heroes…meets Eva Gabor.
“Mannequin Legs”. Steer clear…she can’t see where she’s going.
Okay. This is….Twiggy….meets Walk Like an Egyptian. Don’t cha wanna just run your fingers through her hair?
And finally….it’s doggie-bed on top of astrological off-the-shoulder, on top of grandma’s curtains…but missing the other leg.
I’d sooner die.
Sunday, September 13, 2009
It’s here again…