The Office closes down early for the holiday weekend. Woot! Kill time on the way home at Forever 21. Haven't been in ages and have absolutely nothing to wear to a bachelorette party next weekend ;)
Upon walking in, promptly fall in love with the idea of this ballerina dress. But alas it was made for someone less endowed and slimmer hipped than I. Move on to my next victim...
This dress on the other hand accentuates everything that's still good about my figure - it dips just so in the neckline, nips just so in the waist and flares just so at the hips. Plus it's less than $30.
Just one problem: the length. Almost convince myself it's not too short but the final "bend over and pick something up" test does not lie. Boo.
The gnocchi is particularly delectable tonight.
After dinner, we settle in to watch a DVD we recently scored on sale: the one, the only, Labyrinth. For the unindoctrinated, Labyrith= George Lucas + Jim Henson + David Bowie + a young Jennifer Connelley. It's Muppets take Narnia. Never Ending Story meets Willy Wonka crossed with Ziggy Stardust. It is a cult classic that both Mr. Diabolina and I consider a childhood favorite. Though we've never seen it together, we reference it all the time. In large part because of sheer hilarity that the movie is connected to my first conscious sexual memory.
I can recall it like it was yesterday. I was about to turn 9 when I first saw the movie. It was in a theater on Hollywood Blvd. I was wearing a blue and white summery dress with unfortunate coke-bottle glasses. It was hot outside but inside the theater it was deliciously cool and smelled of buttery popcorn.
I remember my dad finding it hilarious that David Bowie was in a children's movie, one with muppets no less. I remember my mom worrying that the movie might be too scary for me. And I distinctly remember that I did feel scared during the movie. Scared of the tingle I felt you-know-where whenever Bowie was on screen. Ugh. That evil, vaguely British Jareth was the hottest thing my nerdy, pre-pubescent eyes had ever lapped up.
I left the theater completely confused. Confused about what had happened in the darkness. Confused about feeling attracted to a Goblin King. I mean he had long flowing hair, pretty makeup and wore high heels. Was he really a he? I remember thinking about my mom's gay friend Mr. Taylor and wondering if this all meant I was gay too.
Yes, Labyrinth not only gave me my first hotflash of desire but it made me question gender identity and my own sexuality...all at the age 9. Priceless.
Tonight was the first time I'd seen the movie in 20 years. Practically died when I noticed David Bowie's um, bulging manhood in EVERY scene. YOW. Clearly on some level, even as 9 year olds, we are hardwired to appreciate healthy packages.
Thinking I'd like to see Mr. D in a Goblin King getup. Gotta get on that (that's what she said.)
Forever 21 dress
Forever 21 tights
Tory Burch flats
Marc by Marc Jacobs sunglasses (my mom's)
Inspired today by this pretty kitty picture. It's what Jean Bean ended up wearing yesterday for a very important lunchtime "meeting." An Audrey Hepburn-esque LBD, Prada-esque black mary jane heels, knock-off Phillip Lim necklace with silver chains and white discs, royal blue tights, teal bangle. She dubbed it Modern Mod. I called it dee-lish.
Built today's outfit around the gray tights
Perfect for threatening gray skies.
Thought it was very Missoni Fall 2009 with the gray tights
And knit cowl neckline
Felt comfortable if frumpy all day. Think the dress definitely worked better with heels back in November. Balances the volume more. Thankfully, my goblin king didn't seem to mind tonight.