CRAZY ASS DESIGNS

My Story 

My mother initially named me "Dior".  She was ahead of her time in the selection of a designer name for her offspring and became a predictive force in determining my future foray into the fashion/design industry!!!  Worried her name choice may be construed as radical, she reluctantly settled for Sali (Sally) as my first and 'Dior' for a middle name.

Art, fashion and design were always my ever-present interests.  Despite two long careers in data processing and occupational therapy,  the trio were constant staples in my life; relegated to play second fidle while I achieved enough confidence to move them into the first place slot where they belonged. 

How many times did I frantically achieve a wardrobe change while driving the interstate on my way to teach a modeling class?  Or proclaim the goal of 'World Peace' as I demonstrated my best and seemingly tireless 'screw in a light bulb wave'.  Or the time I forgot about the fish hooks adorning my ponytail (to my CEO's chagrin) during a top-level business meeting; remnents from a photoshoot I managed to squeeze in during lunch! Finally, let's not forget my coveted nickname, 'Trixie Three Belts'; An acknowledgement of the flamboyant and edgy fashion style I sported when performing on the dance floor at the local Texas boot scoots.  There was little denying what was always my first and true love!!!

This brings us up to the present and my third and final career; One of fashion designer and pervayor of wearable art.  Me, finally out of the closet; and you, perusing through mine!!!  If you ask me, its the perfect combination to launch us into a world of endless colors, fabric, textures and conceptualization!!! 

So enough chatting.  What say you and I get started?!

About Me 

My sis once asked in exasperation, "Why do I feel like I slid down a rabbit hole every time I enter your home?!"  Giggling and clapping my hands in glee,  I took her rhetorical question as the ultimate compliment and life challenge!  I mean... wouldn't  you?!

I'll admit, I am a color, pattern and whimsy junkie.  It started with Mary Engelbright... and led to Tracy Porter... only to be sidetracked by Rachel Ashwell..... followed by The Junk Gypsys... then Adina Mills... Iris Aphfel... Katha Bae!

I spend hours happily combing through flea markets, yard and estate sales, rummaging through curb castoffs and thrift stores; Looking for the special and the unique. To witness me triumphantly climbing out from a dumpster, sporting a lettuce leaf on the end of my nose, and a smear of dirt across my forehead would not be out of my realm!

Later, surrounded by my "treasures" with mind racing and my hands working furiously, I begin to fashion a Sali Dior original; One fit for the King whom equipped me with my talents to begin with!  What will it be this time... a necklace, bracelet, purse or a top?  How about a pair of jeans, a hat or belt?! You will just have to wait and see!

So buckle up and get ready for the ride of your life! While  your safest  foray would be one of feet first, I would never discourage a daring head dive into the world of Sali Dior's Crazy Ass Designs! 

Regardless of your choice of entrance, I urge you to race to my content, where adventure awaits! 

Marshmallow's Story

Yo yo yo!!!
Marshmallow the Wonder Dog here!!!  I have to make this snappy... cause Mommy doesn't allow me on the computer without supervision.  She complains my communication is 'spicy '.  And???!!!

Anyway... I am your basic border collie, terrier and St. Bernard mix.  Obviously, my canine Mommy was a bit of a tart and got around a block or two!!! 

My human mommy??? She is a bit of an enigma... at times she's  cool and fun to snuggle with... but she can be tortureous! Like when she refers to me as her "little ginger bread man."  I mean that's ok between her and I... but on the outside???!!!  Com'on, Mommy... I have an image to maintain!!!
  
Noodles and white poodles are my passion.  I will drool and act a fool for both.  The plain truth is I'll do anything for food... and my mom knows it.  She'll take me to my line everytime during a photo shoot (witness the mortifying debacle above). 

My stuffed friends are "Ducky", "Edgy the Hedgehog" and "Donkey".  I use to attend a puppy playgroup... but they soon disbanded after I got kicked out for a second time.  My first infraction involved a decreased recognition of personal space (excessive humping)... the second... due to rigorous play (excessive rowdiness and inability to read and/or respond to peer cues).  WHATEVER... just trying to get Mommy's  $25.00 worth per 45 minute session.

So now my second career begins... that of a canine podcaster.  (However, due to Mommy's cheapness... we have to share a web page). 

So click on my tab... 'It's a Marshmallow's World'... and check out my fashions, comic strip, videos and actedotes.  I've been told I'm quite the hoot!!!

But hey... do me a favor and at least fake like you checked out her stuff. I can't take the God awful wailing when she cries herself to sleep!!!

Peace out!!!