Fashion Snack!

You want zees sheet.

Fashion:  it's a love-hate relationship we've got.  The parakeet part of me gets all neck-craney and wide-eyed and my tiny avian heart gets all pittery pattery.  Then my toad side is all like, "Umm.... no."  It's like that with many things that I like.  I love pies, but as soon as I see them touted by some magazine as "the new cupcake" I feel pure hate rush through my veins.  Yes, that's right, pure, ice-cold hate.  Then I "thumb" through the internet like I do and happen upon some nice fashion editorial that gets me all pittery again.  It's like my Italian boyfriend.  You asshole, I love you. Enough.  This is getting to be less of a snack and more like a spoonful of cod liver oil.  I digress.  Enjoy with me now, with your beady, darting bird eyes, Prada's Spring/Summer 2011 offerings...

 The stripes... the combo of brights and muted colors... the old-timey heels... the deliciously Kelly Fremel-esque shades.  Winnah!! 

The finger waves (if that is what they're called).  The radly-hued, conservative-shaped frames.  The outfits that simultaneously remind me of mimes and boardwalk hotdogs.  The shoes... eh... not the shoes. 

Bangles as pseudo-sleeve.  Nice to look at.  Painful to type with.  Loving the dark-denim blouse.

Til next time,

Elissa.