When Good Dresses Go Bad
Again with the cankles. Again with the leggings. In Miami. In the summer. And this dress? I love this dress style. I'm making one for myself even now. And Erin, over at Dress a Day has been obsessing about the Duro for a couple of months now.But, see, it's supposed to be loose. And flowing. Not tight across the bust and constricting the ribs and giving one an appearance of either A) advanced liver disease or B) advanced pregnancy. And I may possibly be wrong, but I don't think the sleeves are supposed to be medieval in length, either. You know, like only to the wrist, not over them and down to the tips of your fingers.
The things I have to put up with, living in this city... I swear, it makes me yearn for the days of old men wearing bad wigs cruising the beach in their white shoes and shrimp-colored sports coats. At least in those days a person could get a decent pastrami sandwich over in Miami Beach without having to take out a loan on their house.
And while I'm on the subject of "what ever happened to Jewish delis in this town", what ever happened to the bowls of free pickles and cole slaw and the basket of rolls on every table, even before you ordered? Huh? And Jewish bakeries like the late, great, sorely missed and never to be replicated in my lifetime or yours, Pumpernick's? Where the ashtrays had "Nicked from Pumpernick's" printed on them. It was at 63rd and Collins, and I once rode there, on my bicycle, in the dead of night, from the University of Miami for a slice of cheesecake.
I can’t even begin to comment on the picture, although I will say that the leggings caught my eye immediately. That woman is too short to carry off that outfit. I know, being 4’ 10”, myself. No fashionplate, I, but I wouldn’t be caught DEAD in Old Navy, the disposable clothing store. I’ve never bought a thing in that place that didn’t self-destruct in less than 2 months.
As to the other, I wouldn’t try getting there on a bicycle, but the custom of pickles and coleslaw and rolls on the table is still alive and well at Rascal House, 17190 Collins Ave. (Sunny Isles), N. Miami Beach.
When I was in high school on Miami Beach, we virtually LIVED at Wolfie’s on Collins and Lincoln Rd. or the one on Collins and 21st St, which had the virtue of being one block from the public library to the north, and one block from the “notorious” “gay” 21st Street beach directly east. We’d have our cast parties at Junior’s, a couple of blocks further north.
Sigh. Now I’m nostalgic AND hungry!
Oh my fucking god. She has a boutique and she’s dissing the Miami shopping scene? Not only that, but her shoes are from a European cheap knock off store. Plus, wasn’t it ALWAYS a sin to mix navy and black? Wouldn’t most designers have JUMPED at the chance to wear something of their own design? She does nothing to restore credibility to the creativity hidden in certain endangered Miami Boutiques. UGh.
speaking of endangered shops, the deli….sighhhh, i’m glad i’ve been to wolfie’s in surfside.