H 'n M Marimekko, Part 2- Electric Fuggaloo

Blogger won't let me put an ampersand in a blog title. Pfft.



Again, from left to right:

1. Ho hum, tank top.

2. I guess if you're going to wear shorts, they might as well be in a fun print. If I wore shorts, I would wear these.

3. This long halter dress looks SO GOOD ON PEOPLE. It's not much on the hanger, but I saw a woman walking around and wearing it, and it was rocking. She was a large lady, too, so the dress is very adaptable and flattering. If it was $90, I'd totally snag that shit.

4. Nice tank suit. Nothing special here.

5. The tankini- the print would make me feel a bit like a Target ad, but again, it's a cute basic.



1. Didn't we basically see that skirt in my last post? This is just a lazy version! I call bullshit.

2. THE MAAAAAAAAGICAL MYSTERY TOUR IS COMING TO TAKE YOU AWAAAAAAAAAAYYYY!

3. Oh, look, another shapeless rag with a faux-empire waist. Innovation! That thing looks like Project Runway gone whoa bad.

Again, ganked from NYT Magazine.

Random Hate

Dear lord, help us all. If the Inuit kayaked to the moon, I suppose they would wear these boots on the way. On the other hand, my boyfriend took one look at them and screamed "LEGO!!!!!" I suppose they're at least functional, either way.



See, in my language, this is translated as "STUPID FUCKING GODDAMN SLOGAN."



Sorry, what?



More like disco SUCK, amirite? Seriously, though, what's with the glittering landing strip? It's like a bukkake runway.



I think my mom owned this negligee in the eighties.



Oh, my god, WHY?! What is that, condiment-print?



All right, I kind of love this. There's a dress made of the same fabric that I would totally wear, because who doesn't love glorious, Pepto-Bismol ponies? The shirt itself, however, is hideous.



I'm biased, because I hate shorts, but these are so Grandma-licious. Not my grandma; that lady only wore classic Chanel and would have deemed these shorts too gross to even give to her maid.



Speaking of Grandma-licious...oh, well. I guess it's more convenient to wear a picnic basket on one's feet than to carry it by hand. SO exhausting!



Was this purchased as a boutique in Innsmouth, by any chance? Or is it meant as terrifically clever clubwear that allows the wearer to vomit all over their front without anyone being the wiser?



Another quote from the boyfriend: "LEOPARD TUMORS!"