Sunday, October 19, 2014

This Makes it a Two-Hat Weekend

Probably. The thing about candy corn is that it always starts out great, but after a few pieces you get that nastiness of the dried honey they use to make it, and then a weird bitter taste that can only be remedied by eating more of the stuff. Sort of like staying drunk to avoid a hangover. So yeah, I probably love you more than candy corn, but with an underlying bitterness. Guess what? I wore the Dior hat for the first time today.
I stopped at Gordman's to look for perfume. They didn't have anything I wanted, but they did have these outrageous leggings for $10.00, which I bought. Really, I did! Sure, you think you'll never need a pair of gold leggings, but suppose there's some sort of gold-legging national emergency, and I'm unprepared?! Exactly-better safe than sorry.
No Genii. I checked.
If you were wondering what it takes to get yourself tossed-out of Gordman's I couldn't tell you. To my surprise no one asked us to leave, and instead they gave me a $10.00 coupon for my next visit. I rarely buy anything there, but they have plenty of props merchandise for blog photographs. I must say, the help at the 90th street store were just lovely. An enjoyable retail experience is always worth mentioning as it happens so rarely.
Outfit Particulars:
1940's dress-now closed Etsy shop
Necklace-thrift store in WI
Sara Coventry brooch and earrings-Same thrift store in WI
Dior hat-thrifted locally
Gloves-Tiff and Tam
1950's Naturalizer shoes-Thrift World
1960's French handbag-Goodwill
Fragrance-Jovan Woman

This dress isn't working for me, but it will be lovely on someone taller and larger. It was interesting turning it inside-out to see all the alterations done to it over the years. It appears to have been taken in several inches, and then a newer zipper has been added at the neckline to accommodate the bodice changes. The work is all done well, but the dress itself is too massive and shapeless on my frame. I got a bargain on it as the zipper had been stuck. Fortunately, I was able to loosen it without going to the trouble of replacing it, so the metal zipper is still intact. The vinyl zipper at the neck is a latter addition. I'm a little sad it didn't work out for me as the fabric is nice and heavy, and the bluish-purple just lovely. And it matches my hat.
I could have rocked the hell out of this as a maternity dress, but those days are thankfully loooong gone. I love being a mother, but I hated being pregnant.  
In other news:
I went crazy buying vintage saree silks, and now I have a stack of them waiting to be turned into ?????
Yeah, me neither-but that didn't stop me from buying them. I'm a sucker for luxurious fabrics and gilt. One of my favourite wrap skirts is made from an old saree, so I suppose a couple of those might be in the works. I couldn't believe the Goodwill was selling them for three bucks each. Are they nuts? There's several yards of fabric in each.
Finally, there's this. Don't let the lousy photo keep you from trying it. Use your favourite upside-down batter. In a 9 inch pan spread 3 tablespoons of butter. Sprinkle with 1/2 cup granulated sugar. Arrange 2 layers of washed and dried cranberries on top. If you like orange zest, add some.  Add your favourite cake batter. Bake according to your cake directions, and turn out onto a plate. If you're feeling fancy, glaze the top with melted red currant jelly (I didn't).
 The cake re-heats nicely and lasted all week. 45 seconds in the microwave was about right for serving slices warmed. Whipped cream or vanilla ice cream would be nice, but the boys just ate it plain.
Have a happy hat-filled week. Gold leggings optional.

Saturday, October 18, 2014

Katy Perry Isn't Jewish

I should know by now that wearing a hat in public will attract attention. Perhaps not a baseball cap or cowboy hat, but anything else will almost certainly get comments-most along the lines of, "My grandma has a hat like that." I don't mind. People generally like their grandmas, so it is a positive sort of thing that brings a smile to someone's face.
Sometimes though, the comments go well beyond, "I like your hat" in the most weird, and wonderful ways. Like the woman in the Goodwill who pulled me aside and asked if they were doing a shoe sale that week because, "You look like you'd know." Well! I do like that I convey shoe knowledge, and that I might be privy to the secret sales of the Goodwill. It happened that I hit the vintage-shoes motherlode today (upcoming post)so maybe the pile of shoes I was wheeling about made it look like a sale. Still, I wonder if I'd seem quite so approachable without a hat? Most of the time I just get the stink-eye, but with a hat on, suddenly the whole, crazy world wants to talk.
Wait a while, would you? I gotta take a piss.
Ahhh, better. I thought my teeth were going to float. So where were we? Oh yeah, the crazy conversations with strangers.
What's up with the closing times, I wonder?
I had to stop at Natural Grocers for lentil crackers and malt syrup, and this place can be interesting. I don't think I've ever left there without some sort of weirdness, but in a San Francisco in the 60's kind of way. People who start to talk and then kind of trail off with, "Like wow, have you ever eaten squash? Squash is soooo good." Which I agree, it is particularly if you're peaking and realise you need some food in your stomach. Anyway, the far-out kids must have all been next door at Blick buying art supplies (or huffing paint) and I was left with the sweetest little granny who had to be in her late 90's.

"Oh I just love your hat dear. Are you Jewish?"
Well that was a first.
"I asked because you look just like a little Jewish gal I know in Kansas City who looks just like that singer Katy Perry. Do you know her?"
"I don't think Katy Perry is Jewish."
"No, but she looks just like that girl in Kansas City that looks like you! The other day I met a man with a beard and I thought he had a rabbi beard so I asked and you know what?
"He was a rabbi?"
"No. But he was Jewish, and from the rabbi tribe."

So we chatted for a bit, and now I know if I run across anyone from Kansas City that sorta looks like me and Katy Perry, she's probably Jewish. It was only as I left that I put it together-it is Saturday, I'm dressed-up with hat and gloves-she must have assumed I came from shul.

Outfit Particulars:

Lurex top-90's somewhere in Boston
Silk skirt-Goodwill
Vintage hat-Hand-Me-Ups
Shoes-Thrift World
 70's Handbag-Thrift World
DKNY fishnet tights-some department store years ago
50's earrings-Thrift World
Cat pin-Hand-Me-Ups
Cherries pin-Goodwill
Fragrance-Yardley Lily of the Valley
Belt-Thrift World

Ugh-this is definitely higher than the vanity.

 Tonight we have movies, and tomorrow the Warhol exhibit opens at the Josyln.  I never did make it to the farmer's market today, but there's a final chance tomorrow morning. We'll see.

Have a great weekend-try wearing a hat. You never know what sort of craziness you'll attract.


Friday, October 17, 2014

Suits You to a Tweed

 Better tweed than twee, as I always say.
Joanna of Dividing Vintage Moments has a lovely post on vintage suits-and you get to see one of her gorgeous Lilli Ann pieces. It got me thinking, "Hey I have suits I never wear", so I resolved to get them out of mothballs and onto the blog. I haven't tried any of the classic modeling poses yet unless you count, "Selfie in the bathroom mirror" as a legitimate pose.
Completely off topic-I took a walk last evening to try out the new camera at dusk. This is looking out from the parking lot of Methodist College in the direction of Dodge Street. The street lamps were just coming on, and the reflection of the sunset in the glass of the buildings made for an interesting shot. I still don't have a good handle on how to use the camera, but I'm getting there. It was a nice evening for a walk anyway.
I was at Hobby Lobby earlier in the week, where you can get anything you could possibly want (except birth control- and I found this adorable cuckoo clock for a dollhouse. I affixed a pin back to it and now have the cutest little pin that seems to go with everything. The dollhouse section of the craft store is just full of jewelry potential. The clocks would make bitchin' cufflinks.
 Poor old hat! The netting has had it, and I really ought to replace it. I'd like to do a contrast colour on the netting but nothing really goes with beige. Maybe grey?

This is the last weekend for our farmer's market. I haven't gone a single time this year, so maybe I'll wake the kid up early and force him to go with me. Left to my own laziness it isn't all that attractive getting up early on a Saturday morning. I was a, "morning person" most of my life, so I rather think I've earned the luxury of sleeping-in. Once the time-change comes I'll fall into a more normal pattern, but now it is so dark, and cold in the mornings getting up is an effort.
Having clothes you look forward to wearing is a helpful motivation though. It will be a long winter-I suggest you stock-up!

Outfit Particulars:

60's/70's Country Miss tweed Suit-Salvation Army
Pendelton Country Sophisticates blouse-Goodwill
Cinnabar bangle-Hand-Me-Ups
60's Marvella necklace-Hand-Me-Ups
50's Gene Dorris hat-Hand-Me-Ups
Dior Earrings-Thrift World
60's Gaymode shoes-Thrift World
60's Handbag-Ruby Begonia's, Lincoln, NE
Clock pin-I made it
Lippy-Revlon, Wine With Everything (don't I wish?!)
Fragrance- Innisfree by Fragrances of Ireland (you can't wear Tweed when you're wearing tweeds)

Nah, that was earlier in the week-just making sure you're paying attention.

Happy Weekend!

Thursday, October 16, 2014

Out, Damn Spot

We went to Film Streams last evening to watch the Met's simulcast of Macbeth.
The story has timeless appeal, after all, who wants to be number two?

Last season we saw Tosca, and I have a feeling we will be spending a good chunk of the 2014-15 season at Film Streams.  This isn't an cheap evening on the town (would be worse without the Film Streams membership) but if I have a child that will sit happily through three and a half goddamned hours of opera-and enjoy it, I feel I ought to take him. I grew up listening to the Met broadcasts on the radio each Saturday during the season, and I didn't enjoy it. At all. My dad liked to listen to opera in the car, so we'd all go for a drive to Wisconsin. By the time we were back home the opera would be over, I'd be carsick, and I'd swear that once I moved away I was never going to listen to another opera again. Ever. Funny how life works out. My grandfather, and my dad were both opera fanatics, so I suppose it skipped a generation (or only applies to the males) and Danny has the opera gene.

My personal issues with opera aside, this was an extraordinary performance. I had to laugh at the wardrobe for the witches-shabby vintage with glowing handbags and silly hats. Probably not the intended audience reaction, but I was sitting there thinking, "Ooooh, that witch has a lovely cardigan...and look at her shoes!"  Fair is foul and foul is..a great pair of cat-eye glasses. So yeah, those scenes were lost on me as I was checking out the costumes. The set design was thoughtful as well with the ever-present wood in the distance.

I'm not qualified to review the singing, so I won't. I know, everyone with a blog is supposed to post an opinion about everything. *Shrug*. After three and a half hours of sitting there you could raise Caruso from the dead and I'd still find fault with it. Danny however, was enthralled. OK maybe not in the last part of the third act, but that's where Macbeth loses it on the stage as well. It gets a bit long, but then he snapped back for the final act. It would be a late night for anyone, let alone a nine year old. He was the only person I spotted in the place under forty. I might have nodded off here and there, but don't tell anyone.

Being a night out on the town, we decided to dress for it. Danny was tempted to wear a kilt, but instead went with his tartan tie. I stayed away from plaid altogether, though I did consider a pair of red gloves but as it was Macbeth, not Rocky Horror I didn't think I needed props.  In the end, I wore a new (to me) dress I'd been excited to wear. The dress is transparent, which might have been ok in the 70's but definitely wouldn't fly today (I was pushing it with the very low neckline) so I wore a full slip. I needn't have worried-there was so much boobage hanging out all over the screen (in HD!) that no one would have been looking at mine. Lady Macbeth was stacked. Geez, maybe that's why Danny's eyes were bugging out of his head like a cartoon character. Hubba-Hubba, indeed! Nah, it was probably the singing...and all the blood.

Outfit Particulars:

1970's Jonathan Logan dress-Goodwill, .99 cents
Madden Girl shoes-Goodwill
Patent leather handbag-Salvation Army
1960's leather and chain belt-Thrift World
Egyptian Revival choker-Thrift World
Earrings-K Mart
Gold 50's bangle-Can't remember
1960's hair clip-Hand-Me-Ups

I wore a few rings, nothing too flashy. Gawd, I love rings. Sure, I have fingers that look like sausages, and I haven't bothered with a manicure in ages, but no one notices that when you have great rings. Great big rings.

And in other news...woodpecker fail. Hey Woody, you're doing it wrong.
The food is on top. Why is nature such a dumbass? Huh? Huh? You think you're so smart woodpecker? *


*Yes, I am aware he was hanging by his feet pecking at the mesh tray from beneath. Geez people, do you really think I stand at the feeder screaming, "Dumbass!" at birds? Well OK most days I don't.

Monday, October 13, 2014

In A Country Of Three Hundred Million People...

...there must be at least a handful that aren't idiots. I keep looking, as I'm an optimist at heart.
I've worked retail, and it sucks. I try to be sympathetic to the over-worked, under-paid clerk behind the register. I really do, because I've been there. However, when you ring up my tights at $15.00 each instead of 3 for $5.00 I'm going to say something. I was nice about it, but she really thought I was just trying to make her life miserable, and should just take them so she wouldn't need to re-ring them. Right. Then, she got really hostile about it. If it had been a buck or two, I might have let it go seeing what a miserable, overwhelmed sort of day she was having, but $40.00 is a bit beyond my generosity.
 I mean, come on. I'm carrying a handbag that cost .75 cents. Does this look like the sort of handbag that could just blow-off forty bucks? Nice, yes but Prada it ain't.
Or the $7.99 boots? These don't even pretend to look like leather.
Anyway, I find that I like people much better when I don't have to deal with them, so I came home and put on a gigantic pot of vegetarian cabbage soup. Like rich people dine on. I suppose I'm labouring over it, but I do think young people don't really understand money, even when they're working for minimum wage. I'd say I'm more exasperated than angry-you want to pull their ear-buds out and scream some sense into them.

Right, now let's talk about something that brings some enjoyment into my life-great clothes.
I do like a bit of pattern-mixing. Mixing textures is nice too. I've had this leather skirt since the early 80's, and although I wore the hell out of it, I took good care of it. I'm glad I did, because after many years of thinking I couldn't wear a short leather skirt, I've finally come to my senses and realised, of course I can wear a short leather skirt. In fact, I should do it more often, as it makes me happy. Know what else makes me happy? Baked potatoes. I had one last night for the first time in I don't know how long-and it was a joy! Nothing fancy, just salt and butter. It was the best baked potato I've had in recent memory, and it wasn't even an exceptional spud to begin with. Sometimes you have to remind yourself of the things you like such as leather skirts and baked potatoes.
Outfit Particulars:

Russ Togs 1970's polyester jacket-Thrift World .98 cents
Jones New York top-Hand-Me-Ups
60's necklaces-Goodwill
Earrings-K Mart
Leather Skirt-hell if I can remember-80's
Tights-Walgreens (NOT $15.00)
Fragrance-eau de metal-Paco Rabanne
Handbag-Appears to have come from a museum gift shop-Thrifted
60's chain and leather belt-Thrift World

Is it just me, or are people becoming more unreasonable in their expectations, particularly with respect to their failings? Is it the coddled generation that never heard criticism? Do I need to begin speaking by praising their efforts? "I see that you're doing a very good job of keeping your register area tidy, and you're working so very hard. Good for you! By the way, you overcharged me $40.00 but I know it was just because you were doing so well you got ahead of yourself. But good effort anyway. Let's see if we can fix this now..."


Who wants a potato?

Sunday, October 12, 2014

Go Fly A Kite

Don't mind if I do.
It was time for the Midwest Winds Kitefliers  Fall Festival in La Vista. It was a great day for kites as the wind was really blowing steady.
This is an annual event with free admission, and plenty of fun for all ages. They do a candy drop from a kite, which is rather impressive. There's a second field where the kids and non-professionals can fly their kites as well. We stayed about an hour watching mostly from the car (it was cold-and WINDY!) and saw dozens of kites being launched. There was an OK sized crowd of kids, but I suspect the chilly weather might have kept people away.
But not this kid. It would take more than a little wind to keep him from the kites.

As the afternoon was still young, we decided to just stand around, looking tough. No sir, you do not want to mess with us.

Outfit Particulars:

Danny Wears:

Indestructible (really, they are) Wrangler jeans
Basic Editions poloneck and sweater-both K Mart

I'm Wearing:
Absurd (really, they are) jeans from Target about 15 years ago
80's mohair pullover-Goodwill
Glass beads-Thrift World
Beaded earrings-Gordmans
Shoulderbag-Goodwill ($3.99)
Wedge trainers-K Mart last year

The steering wheel on the Mighty Ford Tempo got a makeover too. Nice. Dude.
There's a CVS across the street-why don't you go stand there? This Walgreen's corner is ours. Yeah, well go fly a kite!

Don't mind if I do.

Saturday, October 11, 2014

Around the Neighbourhood

Let's begin at my favourite photo spot outside the Swanson library. The house behind me in the photo is currently for sale. I really hope the new owners don't get any ideas about painting it a different colour or something. I wouldn't care to live right beside the library-you get all sorts of idiots posing for photographs there.

Who's that bum on the ground drinking grappa?
That's no bum
That's our Papa!
(Not really. I mean, yes, that's really Mr. ETB, but he hasn't been drinking grappa).
How about we do a bit of thrifting? Most of the outfit I was wearing today came from Hand-Me-Ups, so it was like a homecoming of sorts. Gosh, I love this shop.
But for the really strange stuff, you have to go to Walgreen's. I don't see why a plastic rat with flashing red eyes should be limited to Halloween.

Or this irritated looking owl that hangs in Danny's window.
This is the busy intersection near where I live. They give you 28 seconds to make it across before the light turns. I can still make it-with some time to spare. I'm walking uphill-my posture is bad, but isn't *that* bad.

Outfit Particulars:

Velvet burn-out skirt-Hand-Me-Ups
Velvet Jacket-Hand-Me-Ups
Pink blouse-Thrift World
Vintage Naturalizer shoes-Hand-Me-Ups
Grey Clarks walking shoes-Goodwill
Flower-Tiff and Tam
Vintage hat, "Shagfelt" by Terry Company (no comment)
1950's patent leather handbag-Salvation Army
Skull ring-Walgreen's
Necklace-Von Maur
Fragrance-White Shoulders

Danny's wearing my blue corduroy blazer, a K Mart polo neck, a Flat cap from Dillards, and a pin from Hand-Me-Ups. The  look that screams, "I don't know these people", is all his own. I can't imagine why he finds us embarrassing?

But eventually, it was time to head home. Hope you're having a lovely weekend.