Recently I haven't been satisfied with an outfit unless I add a new element to it. I like to call it the "unexpected element".
Today my outfit was perfect.
A navy cashmere sweater - giving me classic elegance
A bright purple pencil skirt - for the always important glamour
Intentionally crooked lipstick - to give my look that indispensable feeling of batshit crazy.
I'm calling my new style "Batshit Glamorous". And I expect it to spread.
Batshit Glam can be anything from going out perfectly dressed but with your zipper undone to flesh colored socks with tennis shoes. Just so long as it makes spectators ponder your sanity.
It's just like how I drive. If I'm in a sticky situation, like trying to merge when no one will let me, I start swerving a lot so that people give me more room, the kind of room you'd want to give to someone who's nuts.
When one of my idols, Darla, a producer on Monsters Inc., went to the movie premier, she wore a beautiful gown with a sock stuck to her back, as a tribute to the movie. She thought it was amazing but the rest of the people on the red carpet were mortified for her. Now that's Batshit Glam!
Really it's the next step in beauty, we've all mastered the craft so now it's time to take it up a notch.
Currently I'm investing in alarming vingage hats, mounted animal head jewelry and a Dali-esque mustache.