Thursday, March 23, 2017

90's Stripes




I know it looks 80's, and I styled it in that vein, but the maker, Chetta B was only founded in '95. If it had been true 80's there undoubtedly would have been gigantic shoulder pads. I'm not yet ready to call mid-90's clothes, "Vintage", so let's just call it a thrifted old dress, and move on. I'm not that committed to vintage that I'll refuse a dress I like, no matter the decade it hails from.


I do love a good statement sleeve. Unfortunately, it is still cold here, and my arms are shockingly pale-so I improvised arm warmers from a pair of old knee socks. Gotta do what you gotta do. 
 It might have made sense to add in another colour or two (green, yellow, red, etc) but today I was in a mood to keep things simple. The possibilities are certainly numerous with a dress like this. Spotted tights could have worked as well for a busy look.
Outfit Particulars:
90's Chetta B dress-Goodwill
Necklace-Goodwill
Earrings-Hobby Lobby
Vintage 80's boots-Goodwill
Bangle-Goodwill
Vintage Naturalizer handbag-Can't remember, probably Goodwill or New Life Thrift
 I thought for sure with all this extra blousing on top it was an 80's dress. My mum loved this style as she was very tall, but had a round middle-all you'd notice were her endlessly long legs. Being short, it doesn't quite have the same effect, and to be honest, I could do with a bit less fabric on top. Still, the overall effect isn't bad, though it does seem to be trying a *bit* too hard at Fashion!
Note to self-get out the suede brush before taking photos.
I couldn't leave without mentioning the wonderful children's book, A Bad Case of Stripes
For my part, I'd rather have a bad case of the stripes than spots!
Somewhere in the world it is already Friday-have a great weekend. 
P.S. Dig the heavy eyeliner flick. 









Monday, March 20, 2017

In Like a Lion

I have some new art gracing the powder room. There's a pair, and they're very much like a drawing I had in my bedroom as a child. I was terrified it would come to life in the dark, something that bewildered my older sister. "He's a friendly lion" she'd tell me, but never just taking it down so I could sleep without fear. I now have hideous lion drawings and figures around the house so I suppose it did me some good being traumatised at a young age. That's what's wrong with this generation-no childhood trauma to stand them in the declining years.
I have a trio of these gilt plastic charmers. I'm always seeking more as I hope to fill an entire wall with them eventually.
A man walks intro a bar with a giraffe. After a bit, the giraffe falls over drunk and the man starts to leave. The bartender says, pointing to the giraffe, "You can't just leave that lyin' there." The man replies, "That's not a lion, that's a giraffe."

I now own this skirt in four different colourways. It must have been popular at some point, though I don't know when. It isn't as nice as my genuine Mexican tourist skirt, but it has a similar vibe with the additional fun of sequins. I'd have bought it in any colour but finding it in green was great luck. I've yet to meet a shade of green I didn't love, and this bright acid hue is perfection.
Outfit Particulars:
Skirt-Goodwill
Poloneck-K mart
Belt-Von Maur about 15 years ago
Bangles-both Goodwill
Shoes-Goodwill
Sheer nylon tights-K Mart
Handbag-antique mall
Brooch-Hand-Me-Ups
Earrings-Thrift World
Fragrance-None as we're still dealing with allergies/asthma. Had I worn something, it probably would have been Coriandre.

I know not to pack the winter coats just yet. Mornings and evenings are still cool and the wind can be strong out on the prairie. Layering is the best approach, when I think of it. 

 Continuing with the green theme, I got the Ultrasuede suit out of mothballs for St. Patrick's day.

There's a matching jacket as well, but even I know that's too much. Sadly, you CAN overdo Ultra Suede. Speaking of Ultrasuede, I was lucky enough to snag a vintage Halston men's jacket at the Goodwill. Danny can't quite wear it as the sleeves are a bit long, but by next year it should be a perfect fit. Being Ultrasuede, it laundered beautifully and looks as good as it would have in the 70's when new. I'm amazed at the things that end up in our thrift stores. 

Outfit Particulars:
Green Ultrasuede skirt and waistcoat-Goodwill
Vntage polyester blouse-Hand-Me-Ups
Shoes-K Mart
Vintage suede shoulder bag-Goodwill
Earrings-Hobby Lobby
Green enamel clamper bracelets-Both Target, early 2000's
Vintage leather coat-Goodwill
Old Lady over-shades-Walgreens (don't laugh, they're the best sunnies I own, and they block light from the sides as well).
I hope to finish planting the spring garden this week. There will be peas, purple sprouting broccoli, spinach ,rocket, and of course the sorrel that comes back every year. I'm going to try growing potatoes in our large bag bed this year, which should be an interesting experiment. I haven't planned ahead to summer yet, but I suppose there will be tomatoes, lettuces, and herbs. I won't be growing okra again as the boys didn't care for it, and it grew like crazy. I couldn't give the stuff away before there were dozens more ready to harvest. 
Have a great week.










Thursday, March 16, 2017

Spring Forward

Well, I have something anyway.

I apologise for dropping out so suddenly. With the world going to hell in a hand-basket, I didn't want to sound tone-deaf by posting photos of my daily outfits. I was finding I didn't have much to contribute that wasn't being said better elsewhere, and it seemed appropriate to step back for a bit. We're still doomed far as I can tell, but I'm doing a better job of figuring out just what sort of hand basket I'm heading to hell in. A vintage one, no doubt.  I want to thank everyone for their kind comments, emails and letters. You're all lovely human beings and I'm better for knowing you. The world is better for having you. I can't promise I have much to offer, but I'm honoured you permit me to be part of your lives. 

I've been teaching a unit on 20th Century tyranny. When life gives you lemons...make changes to the syllabus? I'll say this much-watching all nine and a half hours of  the documentary Shoah, and the additional DVDs in the collection hasn't done much for my mood. I told Danny to think of it as a crash course in empathy. We're still reading Friedlander, so yeah, given the material and that hand-basket we're currently sailing along in, I haven't been in a mood for blogging. I was half joking with him that I'd assign The Gulag Archipelago next, but on reflection, that doesn't sound like that bad of an idea.  

We've been spending time with birds (and ornithologists). The crane migration has started, and we're hoping to get down to the Minden area in the next couple of weeks. There have been Whooping Cranes in the Sandhills flocks, which would be a great thing to see. Danny's been through a rough patch with asthma, and I really don't like the idea of being in the middle of rural Nebraska with a sick kid, even with a portable nebuliser.

 This has been the worst year so far for Danny, which is discouraging as we'd hoped after a year of allergy jabs he'd be doing better. I will say that if you ever find yourself in Omaha with an asthma attack, the Nebraska Medical Center emergency room is ace. We've been seeing more of them than we'd like, but they've been absolutely wonderful with Danny, and I feel better knowing they're just a few minutes down Dodge Street.
Just like when he was a baby and we'd take him out in the  the cold night air to help with croup. 

I love this photo, it has such a vibe of, "Just wait until you're in the care home, Mother. I'll get you for making me go to bed when I want to play. Just you wait! It won't be a nice care 
home either. Enjoy the cold, instant mash, Mother."

Eh, kids.
 Speaking of the kid-he's now just about the same height as his mama. He's also far too cool to smile for a photo, though to be fair, the sun was in his eyes.
There-a smile (sort of).


I stopped bothering with my hair for the past month. I did cut bangs/fringe, but that just made it easier to pull it back in a pony tail. I'm still running, and don't give a toss what I look like as I do (mostly, I look old, arthritic, and tired) and am *this close* to shaving my head. 


I gathered some of the photos that didn't make it on the blog before I took a break. Less talk, more vintage? I can do that. 
1970's wool suit (has a matching skirt).
1980's Jaeger jacket with 1970's Lurex skirt/
Embroidered and sequined skirt/

1980's Benetton angora cardigan and 1970's polyester skirt/ Vintage 1950's Qualicraft shoes. 
Vintage Levis rockabilly jeans, and Pendleton 49'er jacket
 1980's suit, 1940's handbag, 1970's hat, 1960's Snowland boots/
Such nice details...such an ugly suit. Ah, the 80's.

And that's about it. I hope to resume blogging with some familiar pattern, but I'll have to see how it goes. I have quite a bit of catching-up to do visiting all of your lovely blogs. Thank you again for being such a great group of people. I'm lucky to know such wonderful human beings.