I always used to daydream about being that famed, far-off, infamous woman whose image was mostly found on T.V., but occasionally in the mothers of rich Valley kids. Long hair, fancy car, skinny cigarette between thin fingers attached to long red nails. Revving home to a sexy bedroom with a lips phone on the bedside table…
Well, now that the age of independence of those young mom’s I coveted is nearing, I’ve reconciled with what is still me (long hair, long nails) and what isn’t (skinny cigarette, Ferrari). And, just as I was beginning to jive with boyfriend jeans at Lucky, women’s fashion took a left turn not unlike a sequel to Planet of the Gapes. A reverb from the 90s is upon us. N-E-O-N! These images from Glamour.com remind me of an old store in the Sherman Oaks Galleria where I’d shop when I was a wee li’l thing, daydreaming about who I’d be when I grew up. It was called Heaven. Picture it. Endless shelves of fold-over white school girl socks with delicate lace trim that probably fueled my future Lolita fashion fetish… colorful candy called Buttons were sold in long reams of rectangular paper and a lips phone was always in stock. It was Charlie and the Chocolate Factory for grade school Valley girls with too many crushes to count, and too little pocket space for all the tickets from Time Out Arcade. (All of which I can cop to lovin’ and forgive them for…) but, what’s this now? Being thrust upon us womenfolk like a new sex position where we have to use stretchy-toys before we get into bed:
A neon bright hi-lighter light wedding. Really? Hmmm… let’s consider:
What do you think? Do you dig the new neon craze or are you a primary palette purist? It’s kinda cool and cute, but what say YOU? Is love really all you need, or is a new wedding planner on the day planner…?