I advise everyone to take a closer look at the image. Pay attention to the art work in the background and the slightly disapproving face in the painting looks down on the smiling face of the man in the ... smock?
My sainted Aunt Gladys had a housedress just like that! When she passed on, we donated it to the Salvation Army Thrift Store. I always wondered where it went after that. Now I know.
The Moderate Jacobite has it right. When first I saw this--thing--I thought that 'Mold, Mildew, and Fungus' had made a reappearance after its recent triumphant crowning as worst vestment of all time.
And, perhaps it has. Maybe this is some kind of hideous offspring of that loathsome raiment. It's almost like one of those cheesy horror movie series. You know... 'Mold, Mildew, and Fungus II: It's back,and it's p----d off.'
I wonder if the Episcopalians take bets and the loser has to wear the vestment no one else wants. The man looks too old to be going through some initiation rite.
Come to think of it, nobody has mentioned the pink button pinned to the chasuble. Pinning anything but a maniple or a pallium to Christian vesture is really a no-no.
It looks like someone's art quilt run amok. The one beneath looks like an attempt at some sort of Buddhist look. And the one above is, I think, hand-painted silk. All three have that sort of artsy, "I made it myself" feel -- but I bet they were all gifts.
I seem to remember my grandmother wearing something of a similar design for work around the house. She has been dead these 30 years, God rest her soul.
23 comments:
...and he can smile about it.
With plenty of mildew on the shower curtain too...
There are times that I think you should probably block out the faces of the guilty for the sake of mercy.
This is one of them.
Rob+
I advise everyone to take a closer look at the image. Pay attention to the art work in the background and the slightly disapproving face in the painting looks down on the smiling face of the man in the ... smock?
My sainted Aunt Gladys had a housedress just like that! When she passed on, we donated it to the Salvation Army Thrift Store.
I always wondered where it went after that. Now I know.
Perhaps something an Iowa parson's wife made out the chicken feed sacks?
Slightly reminiscent of the duds Maria made for the Von Trapp kids in The Sound of Music
Or, "I always wondered what happened to Mother's old greeting gown..."
The Moderate Jacobite has it right. When first I saw this--thing--I thought that 'Mold, Mildew, and Fungus' had made a reappearance after its recent triumphant crowning as worst vestment of all time.
And, perhaps it has. Maybe this is some kind of hideous offspring of that loathsome raiment. It's almost like one of those cheesy horror movie series. You know... 'Mold, Mildew, and Fungus II: It's back,and it's p----d off.'
Star Trek Next Generations casting call...
Please... Star Trek had far better taste in clothing.
I wouldn't be so sure, Fr. Lyons! He looks very much like the Gorgan from And the Children Shall Lead.
You have a point, Will... you have a point. I retract my Star Trek defense. The new flick wasn't that good anyway.
Perhaps the lectionary was Genesis 1 and this is an attempt to show the Chaos. No? Oh well.
I wonder if the Episcopalians take bets and the loser has to wear the vestment no one else wants. The man looks too old to be going through some initiation rite.
Come to think of it, nobody has mentioned the pink button pinned to the chasuble. Pinning anything but a maniple or a pallium to Christian vesture is really a no-no.
Rob+
It looks like someone's art quilt run amok. The one beneath looks like an attempt at some sort of Buddhist look. And the one above is, I think, hand-painted silk. All three have that sort of artsy, "I made it myself" feel -- but I bet they were all gifts.
It's a chasumumu!
I seem to remember my grandmother wearing something of a similar design for work around the house. She has been dead these 30 years, God rest her soul.
Now, Reverend, what's your excuse?
Pompous Ass
Church of Spin Art.
Monika
Maybe he spilled his morning coffee on the tasteful vestment underneath and had to use a table cloth from the atrium to cover the stain?
Merciful heavens! How unutterably BAD.
I've got to get off this blog. It's too much! (I found my way here just today through a facebook friend...)
But I'm experiencing something of a morbid fascination with all these revolting examples you've collected.
Oh, dear!
Post a Comment