It goes round and round until we're dizzy and slightly pukey. Hybrid versus smart car versus smart car's slightly stupider older cousin(the hybrid SUV) versus electric scooter with a sidecar.
The Baron has specific needs, you see. He needs room for junk in his trunk (and by junk I mean hockey gear)(and by trunk I mean trunk).
The Baron has specific needs, you see. He needs room for junk in his trunk (and by junk I mean hockey gear)(and by trunk I mean trunk).
A little further afield, it would appear that more automobile decisions are being discussed - should the U.S., as part of its economic recovery, start sending the unpopular gas-guzzling Hummer SUV's over to Iraq where there is apparently a niche market among young men?
Such quandries. So many pros and cons. So many permutations and combinations.
Such quandries. So many pros and cons. So many permutations and combinations.
Imagine then, if you will, if your only decision was this easy:
Pinky?
or
Sparkley?
Do I feel diva-esque, and do I not want my loyal fans to make direct eye contact with me? OrDo I want to scream my spectacular-osciousness from the back of a convertible and practice my
Queen Elizabeth wave?
Queen Elizabeth wave?
(Please, please, please click on the picture to check out the sign)(Artifacts? )
(Really?)
(Is that the nicest word you could think of ?)
Such were the mind-blowing decisions made on a regular basis by our man of the people, Liberace.
The first car kind of reminded me of a clown car. I'm sure that it was insanely expensive, and could only be purchased with a vial of genuine unicorn tears, but nevertheless.
It was kind of freaky. And if you take away the dazzle, it looks slightly Gestapo.
It was kind of freaky. And if you take away the dazzle, it looks slightly Gestapo.
Just sayin'.
I did manage to make like an "artiste", and snap this lovely picture of it (thanks to Tracey & Carmi for their constant photographic inspirations):
As for the "Rhinestone Roadster", well.
I am (partially) without speech. It was the most fabulous shiny thing I have ever seen in my life. And let me tell you something - I have seen a lot of shiny.
A LOT, people.
I have to wonder about the people who painstakingly glued all of these on. Who were they? Where was this done? Were there waivers to be signed, in the event of blindness or insanity?
Or maybe, just maybe they just morphed from car designer. . .
to costume designer!
(Bah-lingggggggggg!)Come back tomorrow to see "Begin the BeDazzling"! Ciao for now, darlings!
5 comments:
I like sparkley. A lot.
I am in the market for a car right now too.
I think I will call my guy and see if he has a sparkly on the lot. ;0)
Ya know, I'd love to drive one of those Rolls, only because the glitter would reflect back at the more obnoxious high end German cars that have those blue headlights that blind you.
I can see my daughter and I driving around town in Pinky, but my heart is with Sparkley!
Countess MPM: You should have seen it under the lights, darling. Magnificent.
Countess Tracey: See if they have 2.
Count Cormac: Don't you just hate those? I think they're anti-Semitic.
Countess iMom: Fortunately for me, I cannot not see either of my sons driving around in either Pinky OR Sparkley.
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