More kitsch than chic

Inspired by Penny Dreadful's recent tacky outfit post. Her tacky outfit was very stylish indeed and I offered an insight into the tragic world of a real tackmonster like myself. It ain't big and it ain't pretty (well, actually my wardrobe is big, but...).

As regular readers well know, I love a bit of kitsch and tack. Welcome to a pictorial guide to some of my less tasteful wardrobial items. Don't worry, I don't dress like this all the time. Just most of it.

So impractical, but that's what
listening to Ziggy Stardust on the way from work makes you do...



Marple slutty suspect/victim? Jeeves and Wooster unsuitable wife?
If I wear this will His Lordship 'get his hand caught in a machine?'
(sorry, English teacher joke)



Even little grippy monkey toy hides his face in shame.

Oh, the 80s humanity. Even I only wear this one indoors.

But sometimes, my little rock-chick self gets jealous. Don't worry little rrock Perdi, ever head of a little movement called hair metal...?

Cause your taste is venomous poison waa waa waa you're poison running through my wardrobe!

Wear these ladies and tell people you used to work in 'performing arts'.
I coached community theatre, mkay? Sheesh what were you thinking...

...and why yes we did do a panto, thanks for asking.
Hang on..why d'you ask..?

And never forget your accessories. They can transform the plainest, most tasteful item (black dress, white t-shirt and neat jeans...) into something utterly unsuitable. I make sure I always take a little Perdita-style to work with me. Not enough to alarm anyone, just to make sure they know who they're dealing with...OK, OK, a bit of a space oddity... but still, at least they know...

Hell-o sailor

Mwa Mwa, air kisses and all that. And if you can't be a rich bitch, be a kitsch bitch!