Oscars Red Carpet ’17: Women

Agh, the Oscars always inspiring people to play it safe! I know it’s at least partly because the media can be awful in how it tears into the ‘Worst-Dressed’, so I can’t really fault anyone, but… sigh.
Color trends of the night: black first and foremost, white as a close second, metallics in third.
Groundbreaking, no?

And having just complained about the vicious tabloids, I’m going to be a teeny bit hypocritical and give a shout out to the few dresses I have semi sound-bite-y non-positive things to say about.
Naomie Harris’ dress had a butt cape. And without that design detail it would just be a kind of dull strapless white dress? And I thought I liked her shoes but then I realized the ankle and toe straps are switched in detailing, which is upsetting me more than it should.  It’s what I get for disrespecting the butt cape.
Dakota Johnson has a bladder pouch. Still trying to discern my feelings about this.  It’s very Victorian and has a lot of sheen, both of which I think I like, but it still comes across as kind of off? Maybe it’s just a hard dress to wear, and possibly not her best color.
I’m not sure what possessed Jessica Biel to pair that necklace with that already touchy metallic dress. I would have liked it much better if she had kept it simple, without the weird destructive effect on the gown, and without the necklace.
But still all of them are absolutely beautiful, and at least they did something different enough that one can say something about it.

And now a bunch of favorites 🙂 Continue reading “Oscars Red Carpet ’17: Women”

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Ear Candy

Writing to you from the depths of illness again.  Mostly (I hope thanks in part to my utter and complete laziness yesterday, because I otherwise wouldn’t be able to live with that level of inertia) better today, except for a completely raw throat, fatigue, and residual soreness.  I didn’t go to my 9 am this morning, but will go to my 2:30. Present at the very least (but just barely) in body.

I slept for two hours today.  I never nap. I have never before in my life napped, except in the car.  But I’ve just been so tired that there’s no helping it, so I have to assume this is what my body wants.  My cat Minerva is doing her best to assist, mainly by fwumping her grande dame voluptuousness down on me so I lose all willpower to rise.  And I’m having fever dreams (that would make a surreal list). Continue reading “Ear Candy”