Banny Facking-The Art Of The Fanny Pack

I'll be honest. The name, Fanny Pack, makes me shudder. Or say, give me douche chills. (If you don't get the reference on this, you live a very sad life without having seen Arrested Development.)
When you first think of a Fanny Pack, you're definitely thinking of yourself behind some sweaty fat man in line at Disneyland, with his blue blocker glasses, sock & Teva combination, and then his fanny pack. Strapped tight right under his beer belly, full of who knows what.
Enough of the nasty image. The Fanny Pack has made it's return and doesn't seem to be going anywhere anytime soon.
Bask in it's glory.






Who said the Fanny Pack was lame?



This for some odd reason reminds me of riding in my aunts car when I was little, her house/tomato garden, the smell of Patchouli, and the 90's.




My only wish is to hit the jackpot at the D.I.

Okay, what happened here? If anyone can tell me what THIS is all about...maybe I don't want to know though...
My personal Fanny Pack is just plain black and decked out in Eddie Izzard pins. Maybe i'll add some rainbows and studs to the mix and have my self a Transvestite/Punked Out Fanny Pack.

So. Fanny Packs. They're So Stylistic. (Can I say that now?)

-Olive, The Blowfish Queen

Summer Of The Americana

I always find it hard to celebrate the 4th of July. Not that it isn't pure magic and fun running about my neighborhood at night with my fellow hooligan friends, lighting fire works, and eating loads of food at barbeques, decked out in our country's colors but, I still manage to have a love hate relationship with the whole idea of celebrating a country that:
so sneakily corrupts it's youth,

is a oh so drug happy nation,Jeremy Scott

is generally not the healthiest of them all,
Jeremy Scott

makes available the "American Dream" only to, Americans,

who aren't in fact, really Americans, but, the people who robbed the land from it's rightful inhabitants.

After all this, i'm supposed to try to be happy to live in America. But then, I have to remember that, as always, there's a light side to go along with the dark. After all, there are some parts of my American culture, I wouldn't trade for anything.
DI$COUNT

We do have Slurpees afterall. (and 7-11 for that matter)

Road trips mark every one of my summers.






Yes, Glitter was invented in America. I looked it up on Wikipedia.

MASSIVE grocery stores.

Being a bad-ass in general.



Beloved Saturday morning cartoons.

The main diet of all teenagers, CEREAL.

The seemingly endless boxes of Otter Pops to get us through the summer.

Cocacola. To save the world.

Boy Bands. That's all I have to say.


Tie Dye and the forever iconic, Hippy.

Taco Bell. They invented the "4th Meal" after all.

"In the garage, I feel safe, no one cares about my ways..."

Yes, they're disgusting, but how can you resist their pudgy goodness?

In the end, it IS good to be American. This is my version of America.

-Olive, The Blowfish Queen

Americano-Lady GaGa
Living In America-The Sounds
Hollywood-Marina And The Diamonds

Confessions Of A Cat Lady

Celebrate the Cat Lady/ Gypsy Granny inside. You know you've always wanted to fill your house with useless, glittery, ancient, obscene, second-hand shit. Who doesn't want their house to look like the D.I.?? As for the cats, why just one??

I LOVED this editorial in Pop magazine when it came out! I had these all over my walls at one point. It reminds me of what I probably look like coming back from a long day at a charity store, sorting through all my dusty treasures that clog my room like the part on The Labyrinth where all that stuff comes bursting through her walls.










Who's Grandma doesn't have a mono colored bathroom?

Ahhh knitting, the all time therapy.



This reminded me of the hair dryer my Great Grandma had in her house. It actually used to scare me as a little kid...don't ask me why...

Taking pink hair to it's ultimate level. Dirty. Pink. Blonde.


It's almost like a creamy rhubarb color...look at me comparing everything to food...





The only way I can describe the style of my Great Grandma and my Grandma, is whimsy, and magic. Something I hope they have passed on to me.







One of my favorite parts of my Great Grandma was her INCREDIBLE collection of costume jewelry. It is like a glitter worshipping little girls dream. i.e. my dream. I'm lucky to have only a few pieces out of many. (not shown in these pictures however)







I love everything about the Aunts from Pushing Daises. From the synchronized swimming suits to their beautiful house that looks like the Butterfly house at the Zoo crossed with a library.







And of course, there's Iris Apfel. The ultimate style icon to all girls and women.

Here's the material to work with.








Granny sweaters, coats, and jackets are a must.

This post is in honor of my great grandma and grandma. I couldn't have better style icons than both of you. It is also in honor of the old woman I hope to become. Living on some sort of farm in a green place on a hill in a castle of a house fit for a gypsy witch, wearing whatever crafty outfits I want, having tea by the light of the moon in my garden. With my cats. Or guinea pigs. Whichever I have a herd of first.

-Olive, The Blowfish Queen

Sounds To Knit To:

Nan, You're A Window Shopper-Lily Allen
Rootless-Marina And The Diamonds
Chewing Gum-Annie