Monday, May 1, 2017

Bye Bye, Miss Vintage Pie

It's all over now!

I'm pretty happy about it. I ran, off and on, my vintage store for about-- well about a decade. In that time I passed so many hours among the racks, my arm tired, my cart getting fuller, I greedily, luridly, giddily assessing my mounting wares! In that time I came across so many delicious items I loved to pass along, and I especially loved making them pop in photos.
But, time goes on, and it's time for the store to close. Bright photos, fun hunting trips, estate sale scores and adventures, and maybe most of all the fun and job of planning and plotting and working on something.

That was lovely.



(Wiping away tears below) :))

Wednesday, January 18, 2017

ZSA ZSA clothes!! AND the need for CAZS!

You know what really kills me, repeatedly? The fact that the English language has no sound, no spellable sound, for the "zs" of Zsa Zsa Gabor.

Zsa Zsa, the woman, with the cigarette holder and maribou that the name Zsa Zsa implies.


My old friend's cat is named Zsa Zsa. But much more importantly (especially since old friend married and took off for Long Island nary to be heard from again) is the fact that I find myself needing to spell out half of the word casual, i.e., : CAZS, (Cajg? Cashj? There is no spelling!!!!!) every single day.

WHY, ENGLISH LANGUAGE???????

Zsa Zsa Gabor, by the way, is the opposite of casual. She was a famous actress, although all I heard of her when I first did was that she slapped a cop in LA at the age of eighty or so. Lookitup! It's true.

Here are some Zsa Zsa-worthy items you can claim for your very own and wear or gaze upon whenever this ultra cashjz world has got you so mad you'll slap a policeman who tells you that taking stop lights casually is not okay, even for YOU!


Wake up and step into this robe. Don't even let one second of your day be without something shiny, pink, or with a satin rose on it. There's just no need!




If you have a business meeting, put on this 80s couture dress. Don't deliberate over it. Red is a power color. Dress up and don't be afraid of bows. SASHAY!


This goes underneath:


Duh. Never let your body touch anything but satin and lace. It's a disgrace to do otherwise.


If you have something more serious and dour than a business meeting to attend to, like a funeral or an interview to hire a maid, then perhaps these black items will work better than the bright red:


Pouffy dark witch dress with asymmetrical strap in back.

Or this:

(for when you need something dour but please, you are who you are.)



or


(Heels always, obviously.)

And you're good to go. 


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Thursday, January 5, 2017

HOLIDAY VINTAGE! What to Wear for the Casual Holiday Party

December. After the thrill of skittering leaves and wearing burgundy has passed, it's time to pile on the green, gold, glitter and even some huge and shining Christmas-ornament earrings that will bobble below your lobes just as tipsily as you could hope to be walking at any given holiday party. Musing upon what to wear for holiday occasions is pretty much just as fun as thinking up decorating for the holidays (glitter) holiday manicures (glitter) and holiday baking (yes, glitter.)


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But we're talking about clothes here. And while swanky soirees may be in my mind, in my family, holiday time is more casual. As much as I'd like to wear bright green, sequin-bedecked leggings, I need to calm my sequin fantasies JUST A BIT.  Because a holiday outfit for me is one in which I will be sitting around for hours, eating, drinking, shout-singing to my father's piano playing, and only getting up to get another drink, more dessert, or to terrorize my nephews and cousin's kids by running at them with a monster voice and horrible face. I don't want to have to worry about some little Hurcalees a-grabbin on to my cool lariat or what have you. I WOULD have a lariat, I tell you!!



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So for my holiday outfit,  things need to be cozier, more casual. Not cargo pants casual, for God's sake. But still.

This year, I actually feel my ahn-sahm was a little too- TOO. You know? Why do I always have to? Why can't I just wear some cute blue suede booties, skinny jeans, and a seasonally appropriate, hunter- green, oversized sweater, as one of my mother's one hundred Land's End catalogs has pretty much convinced me??

I mean look at this Land's End woman:


If that's not holiday casual and so freaking APPROPRIATE then I really don't know what is. (However I can not abide this lack of glitter on her person.) (PS, what's in the box? I feel it is a battery-powered facial scrubber with rotating head. Is that just me?)

Next year, I will have a cozy and casual outfit. NEXT YEAR! For now, here are some holiday causal outfits for your own cozy, rather practical, but still seasonal and festive day.

Viola! -- Oversized wool turtleneck:



Or perhaps a classic wool V neck?



(Despite my purposeful strain towards casuality, I am now feeling that metallic gold pants would go best with these sweaters to create that swingin' holiday vibe! Picture it! Next to a crackling fire!)


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Hell yeah baby. Martini time.

*Clink*

Ok, so now that I've worked it out mentally here, I can now formulate and visualize the perfect causal but festive and holiday-ish outfit. Do things like these apparently come natural to some people?
Well good for them! As for me, in conclusion:

the above casual items, plus metallic gold ankle pants-- YES, FLUFFSHOP!--


or maybe some less constricting looking ones for better pie eating in comfort-- I love these below from Jackpot Jen--


That's casual festive! Add a little shine, a little bobble--








and these truly AB FAB heels!






Next year, self. Next year I will DOMINATE CASUAL FESTIVE!!!


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Casually, like. No biggie.


Tuesday, April 12, 2016

confidence!

I am the Greatest! There is No One Better than ME!
SO said Muhammed Ali.
                                                                             

             Wear it well :)


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...So said the Ted Talk I watched today.

Often I've thought about people who I think are dumbasses, yet who are apparently so self-confident. What a quandary, lol.  It's come to me that everyone needs, or has in any case, a personal mythology of themselves. These confident dumbasses seem to believe very strongly a story they've told themselves in which they feature as the hero. We all have a personal mythology anyway: I am this, I came from that. A lot of times it's victimy: I am this because of that, I did or didn't do this because of that. It's the story we've told ourselves, our wrap-up of  all the days and our outcome: today's outcome.

Today I was watching this and that online and came into some Ted Talks which eventually led me to  one on confidence. The main idea is that repetition and good self talk make for confidence. That confidence is a skill one can master. I tend to believe this. And it makes sense to me to take on this philosophy- to talk well to yourself, because there's enough out there that's telling you you can't do it.

Practice, repetition, and the skill of perserveringly disbelieving those unkind self voices. This leads to a confidence that you can count on. Personally, my confidence is pretty average I'd say- but only because it sails between I AM LIKE NO ONE ELSE EVER! HOW AMAZING I WAS BORN TO BE ME! HAS ANYONE EVER EXPERIENCED THIS KIND OF JOY BEFORE, I DON'T THINK SO! and Oh shit, nothing is ever good, I know why- yes, it's me, something is broken and yet so vaguely that I will never fix it, how embarrassing, how sad, how decrepit, how pitiful, -- etcetc.

In any case. Here's the Ted Talk.  Go listen and be inspired!

And should you wake up missing some confidence, perhaps spurge on one of the above pieces and strut your stuff  in all the fabulous things you are impelled to wear. With confidence!

Tuesday, February 2, 2016

Love is a Losing Game - Amy Winehouse

Just in time for Valentine's Day.



Recently I watched the documentary Amy, about Amy Winehouse.





You know, I bought Back to Black in 2007 or so, and I dug it, I really related to a lot of it.





And even now, when I wasted all day listening and watching youtube videos of her, I just want to go outside and smoke a cigarette, and I barely smoke.

                                 

The things that pop out to me are that Amy had all the time in the world to just follow her passions. She wanted to-- she says in the movie all she wants to do is smoke weed and sing and write-- but really all of our passions aren't good or healthy. We obsess, we get drawn down into a whirlpool. She certainly did. It may sound silly but if she had a job she had to go to, a boring job like we all want to get away from, then maybe she would have kept her head above water. Don't we all have to clean up and pretend we're fine for work? And then sometimes, it even works, lol. We get outside of our own heads and we are fine.

Two other things in particular are about her style and looks.  Amy's style seems to have become like a caricature of herself, or of a pin-up, like the tattoos on her arms. That says something obvious, though I'm not sure exactly what right now. But morever, the girl was herself. Her messy eyeliner and hair, her regular jeans and belt and tank top with bra showing. How many women wear this? I love that her every-day casual, she was fine with. Bra strap, messy eyeliner, sneakers. No consultant, demographics expert to tell her what to wear.  And there she would go onstage, on a talk show, dressed in some totally normal-girl outfit, with style out the wazoo, though, just being her own strong self. Really listen to her lyrics- this woman knew herself, could articulate herself.This look stands in such strong contrast to me to the extremely expertly made-up and overly smooth look overflowing instagram today. I'd rather the informal, the real.

However, no matter her strengths, her style also harmed her. You know what also killed her, besides the drugs? Bulimia. She was taking (this is all my gleaning from the documentary) all the drugs and alcohol her husband Blake was, but she couldn't have been more than 90s pounds, and on top of that, not a natural 90s pounds, but a body which had been racked by bulimia. She told her parents she was throwing up all her food when she was a teen. But they really didn't do anything about it. In the end, it looked as if her large bubbling-over breasts would be a burden or struggle for her tiny toothpick body to hold. She was all heels, hair and breasts. And isn't this what society wants most of women? No, not really...but on the other hand, yes, in a primary colors, the easiest to see way. Amy started being bulimic as a teen. It's astounding how healthy she looked back then. Her skin was so clear, her body so much bigger. The whole hair and boobs thing reminds me of something I read in Seventeen magazine back when I was a teen, in the 90s. This was before Sassy magazine paved the way (and then somehow got run out of business) for making teen-girl magazines (and later, all magazines, all, followed suit) actually readable and relatable instead of how they all used to be, which was sort of prissily written in instruction form by a non-teen authoritative talk voice. Anyway, in this magazine, they interviewd the man on the street, or boy, as this case is. Actually, this magazine could have been YM, which I don't think is published anymore. YM used to publish a model search and have the model's legs centimeters and other measurements pulblished also. The 90s were not so far from the 60s, I guess... I can still remember so many images from these glossies. Anyway in this interview, printed and published for millions of young girls, a young man on the street, his picture taken,  was asked what made girls attractive, or what a girl should have that he would be attracted to. His answer was that her breasts should make up the majority of her weight.

!!??? This is a logical joke, and now the trend in magazines for young girls is to be all empowering, etc., of course complete with exersize guides.  But in this magazine, stripped of the pretension of caring, they actually published this comment as a legitimate thing, and for young girls to read, in all seriousness.

And Amy succeeded in that, it would seem.  She was strong, a strong person from the start. A personality that wasn't shy and wasn't hiding herself at all. And it takes strength to be so self destructive, to master one's bodily needs until your body is pretty much dying from it. But at the same time, even someone so strong fell prey to this ridiculous ask of women- to be so small in all ways, except in the way of a cartoonish sexual image. I guess there's the ironic answer to the question of all those cartoonish pin ups on her arms She literally made those images a part of her, wrote them on her body, and then became that, as much as she could. There's a part in the documentary where her doctor is saying that he little body can't take all the drugs. Of course the drugs alone were horrid and bad for your health, and all the drinking. But combined with a tiny body in revolt and with no strength due to years of bulimia?

In the documentary at one point Amy and her family and friends are on a tropical island, vacationing for six months or so. She's tiny, riding a horse, holding someone's baby. She's cut her hair to shoulder length, and it's curly and black, natural. This image stays with me. I feel like if she had lived, she would have eventually grown in new directions and styles, like we all do, and this picture of her in a way I had never seen- more natural, less makeup, shorter hair-- made me think of the music she would have made then, in her older, future self. How we all would have loved it!

But of course, that never happened. She was so strong in herself and so sure, and still. Anyway. Enjoy:





Okay, update. I was totally sucked into Amy's world. It was like a mental trigger toward that type of spiral... damn I'm so easy. Then I was sitting in a diner waiting for my late date... and all this goofy music we've all heard a million times was coming on. And I remembered-- that type of intensity that Amy was drawn to, that I am, and that makes everything else seem dim and not worth it in comparison--

it leaves out a few things. Goofiness. And mundanity. Just hanging out, laughing, breathing. And songs like these:



Yes. Just regular goofy normalcy. It's pretty good.
Funny thing is, the guy who wrote this song had his Amy days, too.
Anyway.
Diners and classic rock. Such salves!!





Monday, December 7, 2015

nostalgia overload - 80s people



I'm sitting here watching Murder She Wrote after Hart to Hart.
Scintillating.
80s people say to you, 'Come on in,'-  their hand on your shoulder, a concerned voice, it's late- 'I’ll make you a cup of coffee.'

There's something so utterly legitimate about them. Here I have followed and peiced together the entire day of an 80s person from watching them in the wild- that is, on re-runs.

Ahem:

The following is the whole of an 80s day.
Getting up in the morning and drinking coffee at your circular kitchen table, sunlight pouring through, some green leafed plants wavering there on a ledge nearby.
Although it is but 8:20 am, you are already dressed, a la Golden Girls, hair blow-dried, makeup plastered, mascara and powder and glossy lips, and blush, blush spread on your cheeks with a big pouffy brush.

 "Ready for breakfast, gang!"

 
"Is this bitch serious?"

"Forget her, we've been ready since 7:45!"


 
"Peasants."

Your outfit is well fitting pants and a belt and a sweater- could be angora, puff shouldered, beaded, rhinestones, could be oversized, could even be my favorite sweatshirt of Blanch Deveroux’s, red terry (on inside) with big gold zippers.
Earrings are a must, duh. 

If  it's a weekend, jeans (with no stretch) and sneakers- white leather and white socks. A button up or sweatshirt or both.


"La la laaa! How brisk!"

But if not a weekend, you are wearing some type of shoe that clacks along a floor when you’re walking.
You dash off to something,  umbrella if raining, and you’re kind of serious, but kind, and not at all slumpy or ironic. Your hair bounces and your little gold earrings shine. You’re like the cheery exchange students in modern day college pamphlet, come to think of it.
You’re like the parents in Poltergeist.
If you’re depressed, you’re just blue.
It’s like The Greatest Generation, but in the eighties.
Coffee in the morning, anyway. And the paper. You sit reading it, subdued, mascarad, nails did. Beige polyester in the air.
You have a hard day's work of answering big clunky plastic phones, 


"Hello?"

 

"Hello??"
typing, smoking in the office, 
 

having a drink at lunch, putting on your glasses to read what you’ve written, and then taking them off to say something serious to a co-worker (colleague, excuse me.)

You get home- by a swanky, sexy car if in a prime time tv show, on the subway if a gritty, realistic movie, and you have nuts in a cut glass bowl at your bar, near a fireplace, and not many windows, and the interior of this room is largely brown. You have whiskey – or sherry? What the hell IS sherry? in cut glass goblets.
Okay that's probably red wine.
 

 
Hail yes.

Meanwhile, here was pretty much the whole of my style goal back then:
 

Aaaaaanyway. Loving that pouffy haired, coffee and alcohol swilling world of eighties tv.


Sunday, December 6, 2015

Blurry previews

I was doing some photos today and these outtakes just look cool to me.

 Sheer 40s dress...rhinestone detailing...beautiful, immaculate condition.


 Beaded sweater and hot pink skirt-- will be in shop soon :)


 50's black rose capelette dress.

Pretty much my favorite dress in the shop right now-- this amazing polka-dot one shoulder ruffle peplum dress! I mean come on!!

I mean-- anyone? In my top ten movies list. So near the top.


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And so-


probably my favorite picture o me. I think I'm going to go make it some profile pic somewhere before some lucky lady claims this dress for her own! Goodnight!

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