It's been a little quiet...

Hey, all, sorry about the silence the past few weeks in here. It's been a rollercoaster for Nannerkins, Faythe, and myself, and things are starting to calm down just now.

We wanted to let you know that Fashion Disasters should get up to its old shenanigans by this coming week. Thanks for the patience.

I'll leave you with some nightmare fuel, though. Look what Nannerkins found last time we got together:

The Mother Of The Bride Who SHOULD NOT have been invited!

If you happen to be graced with a AA or A cup, ladies, have no fear! This Mother-of-the-bride-esque ensemble comes well equipped with it's very own set of traffic cones!! That's right, you could be the next Madonna look-a-like! However, there is a down side...or rather, a few.

1. The cleavage that comes with this top appears to have gangrene. You might want to get clearance from you doctor and be up-to-date with your shots before trying this baby on.

2. These traffic cones appear to have been run over. They are as limp as road kill. Who knows, maybe they were run over during duty on the highway. Should you dare to wear this piece of work, you might want to pump 'em up with some air.

3. It comes with a skirt. not just any skirt, oh no! This skirt goes all the way down to your ankles. Nothing says fashion like looking like a giant seaweed wrap. Delish!

Naughty Nurse?... Rejected!

The Target: Trying to make naughty nurse reject work, i.e the mini.

The Pieces: First piece.... the bitchen pink and patterned reversible coat. The second piece staying simple with a plain white blouse.

The Approach: The first approach was the awesome coat of awesomeness that was a little big. That added some color to the ensemble. Then Lynnafred help me track down a white blouse to complete.

Final Outcome: FAIL! -exempting the coat of course. I might have been able to work this if I had matched the skirt with a pink or orange blouse instead of the boring white one I picked. There is way too much white in this outfit. As it is it makes me look like a nurse, and not of the sexy/naughty variety.


Total: Awesome Coat - $4, Skirt - $3, Blouse - $8. Grand Total - $15

Saving some shorts

The Target: These shorts. Wow.

The Pieces: That green top.

The Approach: Trying to find something in that horrid color scheme was tough. With choices like lime green, salmon, brown, and lavender, I was left with few other options. Sure, I could have done the total cop-out and gone with white, but what fun would that have been? I'll tell you what: none.

Final Outcome: Awww, look at that. That's a success, if I do say so myself.

Total: $13 - $10 for the shirt, $3 for the shorts

Ring Ring! Ring Ring!

"HEY. Pick up the phone. Hear that? It's the eighties."

My sister looked over at me from the housewares section; I could tell that she didn't want to acknowledge that we knew each other. "What?" she growled. "I'm looking for things for the apartment."

"I found something you need to try on," I smirked. "You'll love it, dude. Get over here." Before she could protest, I grabbed her by the arm and dragged her to where I found... it.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!"  She strained to keep her voice down. Did I embarass her? Gosh, I wasn't even trying. "I'm not wearing that."

"But..."

"No, you go try it on, smartass."

I looked at it, then back to her. I felt my confidence waver, but just slightly. Hadn't I just been joking with Nannerkins about wearing one of these? "You're on, dude," I said. "But if I rock that, you have to buy it for me."

"Only if you wear it out of the house."

I looked over at her; she was snickering. She thought this was funny. Oh, I'd show her. I'd show her how awesome that thing would look on me, in all it's completely bitchin' eighties glory. "You're on." I grinned, grabbing it off the hanger and walking over to the dressing rooms.

I stepped out of the dressing room a few minutes later, smirking in my sister's direction. "Well?" I asked, fixing my hair. "What do you say?" I leaned up against the door, never taking my eyes off of hers. I wanted to make sure she knew that I was serious when I said I could wear pretty much anything.

Her smile faded. "I hate you," she growled. "Put the damn jumpsuit in the cart."

Purrrrrfect Disaster

The Target: To rock this jacket without looking like Cruella Deville

The Pieces: Pleather skirt, gold button down blouse, sun glasses

The Approach: My first impression of this jacket…DAMN. I think it is safe to say that anytime you wear an animal print you are taking a fashion risk and 7/10 times it doesn't work out. Lucky for this jacket, I live on the edge!

This jacket fit super comfy! The structure was decent and decidedly much better off the clothing rack and on mine. The one thing I could have lived without were the opaque sleeves. But, with the shimmery gold blouse underneath it was bearable. On second thought black might have been a better choice. The pleather skirt however…well that is never okay. On the bright side I scored some sweet shades…which would make that on the dark side. Hmm...Looks like Cruella is closer than we think….

The Outcome: I wouldn't call this a failure or a success. I certainly wouldn't feel the need to pelt anyone who wore this on the street, neither would I go barking mad without it. Rest assured animals of the planet your evil nemesis C. Deville shall not be making waves in the fashion realm any time soon.

Total: $15 - Skirt $3; Coat $5; Shirt $6

This Week In FAIL!

I want to congratulate Nannerkins for winning this week's This Week In FAIL. What was the fail, you ask?

This was QUITE the fail.

Credit for finding these failboots, however, has to to go the lovely Faythe for her hard work and eye for disaster.

Congratulations, ladies. We've made a big step backwards in the fashion industry.