These are some difficult economic times we live in. Unemployment is still high, gas prices are rising, and Beanie Baby futures didn’t pan out as expected. Belts are being tightened on elastic waist pants all around the nation.
And yet, if you turn on E! you’d be hard-pressed to find this reality reflected in our celebrities. The Kardashians, Hugh Hefner’s Concubines, and any other celebrities that my boyfriend can’t identify strut down red carpets in Louboutins and plug their latest perfumes or diet plans. Self-proclaimed divas with their glam squads and ubiquitous TV cameras lose some of their charm in the face of stagflation.
Which is why Quacker Factory’s whimsy is so timeless yet timely.
Yes, the Denim Diva. A humbler diva, one who has not forgotten her roots. Jenny will only view The Block from which she came through the tinted windows of a limo, but a true Denim Diva attends the yearly block party with her famous 18 layer dip. The aisles of Wal-mart are her red carpet. She’s not writing a tell-all book, she’s gossiping with Diane at the grocery store. She doesn’t own any Herve Leger bandage dresses, but she rocks her Quacker Factory Christmas shirt with flamingos decorating a Christmas tree.
Her day might lack the glamor of Hollywood, but she makes it fabulous with a fierce confidence that can only be described as “divalicious.”
And, of course, beyond all else, the true sign of a diva: she’s not afraid to call herself one. Or, alternately, to wear a bedazzled Quacker Factory shirt bearing the title.