Bret Micheals?

The title of this post?  Stay with me... I am getting to it...

Before I continue... I do understand that there are far more important issues at hand.

"Peace" between Israel and the Palestinians is "unstable."

The pending "Fiscal Cliff" threatens dire circumstances for our already weak economy.

It is estimated that well over 200,000 women will be diagnosed with breast cancer during 2012... in the USA alone.

Lest we forget... this is MOSTLY a fashion blog.  Inconsequential in the grand scheme of truly important matters but hopefully fun for me and those of you that take the time to read.

BUT... it is also intended to address crucial subjects such as...

WHY DO WOMEN WANT TO LOOK LIKE MEN?

I have to admit... I chuckled a bit (actually out loud) while typing this post. 

Hee Hee

I hope that I am not the only one tickled a bit by my incredible wit?

Even that was supposed to be a little funny.

Hee Hee

Anyway...

On Monday my sister was still recovering from the nasty sinus infection that she was fortunate enough to contract over the Thanksgiving Weekend.  You may recall from my previous post that I spent the weekend with them.  Wonderful weekend.

Anyway...

She took the day off from work so I dropped her kids at school on the way to the office.  Personally, I think she just wanted one day of peace and quiet after the mayhem of two elementary school aged kids at home for a full week.  Hee Hee

Anyway...

While in the "drop-off line," (BTW... a remarkably efficient system) I noticed one of the teachers.

She looked like a man.

Why?

She had long flowing blond hair, a reasonably nice figure and a pretty face.  She could have been so much more feminine with just a little effort?

I did not take her picture for two reasons...

1)  Rude.  Simple as that.  She did not ask to be on my blog.

AND

2)  There was no need.  I could Google her picture so easily.

Here you go...

This is her... I kid you not!  Twins!  Separated at birth!

Bret Michaels!  I swear!

Unfortunately (okay... I already mentioned Gaza & Cancer), she elects to take on the persona of a frustrated former front man for '80's big hair band. 

Why?

Now do not get me wrong, I LOVE Poison.

I am not old enough to actually remember them gracing the airwaves with regularly but Big 'Sis gave me a box of her old cassettes (yes, cassettes... how old am I???) when I was around 13.

Some of those old songs still stick with me.

Honestly.  Every Rose Has It's Thorns is a classic ballad that all reading this blog should listen to again (or for the first time) right now. 

Try this You Tube link.

Bring back any memories?

Okay, so Poison is not exactly Bach or Beethoven (not that I really appreciate their genius either) but their artistic talents speak so clearly to a love struck 9th grader.  Occasionally even one a bit older.  Hee Hee

Back to the fashion...

Why do women do this?  Does anyone know?

We have the ability to be so feminine.  I personally like being a woman.  I like dressing like a woman.

Why do women want to be men?

Generally, men are stupid.  Funny stupid, but stupid nonetheless.

Hee Hee

Men have no sense of style.  None.  I cannot begin to recount the number of times I have seen a couple out for the evening.  Girlfriend... sharp, even sexy... boyfriend... did you just get out of bed?

Men say stupid things.  Sometimes they know it and say it anyway.  I have decided that this is out of their control... kind of like breathing.  Sometimes they sincerely do not realize how stupid their statement is.  I have also decided that this is out of their control.  Merely ignorance based largely in an inability to observe even the most obvious things going on around you.

Hee Hee

Men are a mess.  I know it is hard but the beer can really will not fly to the recylcing bin on it's own.  Same goes for the pair of jeans on the floor, the half read news paper...

I could go on and on.  Hee Hee

Before I sign off let me be VERY clear.  I truly LOVE men.  I am not a hater.  I just do not understand them.  Men are great... they are just men.  I accept them as such.  I ask nothing more than what they are capable of providing.

Which brings me back to the point of this post...

Why do women want to look like men?

God LOVE Bret Michaels... BOTH of them...

Hee Hee

I hope you half as much fun reading this one as I had writing it?

As always, I look forward to reading your comments.  I get so excited every time that I see a new one.  I read them all!  I do try VERY hard to circle back to each and every one.  Please be patient with me.

HAVE A GREAT DAY

-- The Leather Skirt --

I'm Back...

Whoa, has it been a miserable few days this week.  One of my favorite blogger reads (Skippy Says) posted about being under the weather a few days ago.  I did not have even that much strength until yesterday.  My little bout with whatever it is/was (I am as bad as any man you will ever meet when it comes to staying away from doctors... that is unless there is an extremely handsome single one... hee hee) started on Sunday and did not really let go at all until late yesterday.  I managed a few blog reads yesterday afternoon but today is my first post in a week.  For the many that sit by their computers anxiously awaiting my witty words each day, my most humble of apologies.  Almost typed that without a giggle.  

Just in case my sarcasm was not clear, the apology part was sincere.

BTW... Skippy's blog is great so if you are unfamiliar, you really should check it out here.  Today she is showing us all how to make Skinny Jeans Snack Bars.  Who wouldn't like that at this time of the year?

Ok, Ok, onto what I will be wearing to work today...

Today I opted for my old standby combined with something you have not seen before.  I know you have not seen this blazer because it was one of those lovely "finds" that we all have when we stop ourselves from going with the same old same old and actually "shop your closet" for a few minutes.  Honestly, one of my favorite things to do is play stylist right out of my own closet.  About once a month (okay, maybe 3 times a year) I will actually spend the evening just going through my closet matching up potential ensembles.  At the end of this event I have accomplished a number of important things:

1) I have avoided an evening of television.  Couldn't we all use less mind numbing?

2) I have discovered some lost pieces that I really do love but simply forgot I had.

3) I get to laugh at myself for some of the things that I apparently thought looked great at one time.  I must have, how else would it have gotten into my closet?  Next time I get into my closet I may just have to take some pictures.  We'll see?

3) I have prepared a pile of clothes that someone will find far greater use out when I donate them to local charities.  I send old clothes to two or three local charities but one of my favorites is the Salvation Army.  They do such outstanding work in the community with the funds that they raise.

4) I have assembled some inspiration for my own personal style for the coming weeks without spending a dime.  Yea!

Does anyone else ever just tear through their closet like that?

Last night was not one of those full blown episodes but I did spend a few extra minutes just "hunting" and matching things up.  Here is what I came up with.  Hope you like it?

 

What do you think of the blazer?  I didn't really want anything to take away from it so I went with a simple black shell underneath.  I wish the picture did the texture better justice but at least the pattern is clear.

Just a little closeup in an effort to show the texture of the jacket.

I thought about my favorite black pumps but ultimately decided to go with the tall buckle boots.

Here is how the ensemble came together.

One last thing... Mom called early this morning.  She wanted to make sure that she caught me before I left for the office.  First thought, "What is wrong?"  Thankfully, nothing is wrong at all.  She simply wanted to make sure that I took the package that I mentioned in this post to work with me today.  She would not say why but was insistent that I not for get it.  Odd.  It is already in the car.  We'll see?

Well, that will have to do for today.  Work beckons after a few days away while sick.

- The Leather Skirt -