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.

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.


via GIPHY


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!

SKIRTOPIA!! Or, THE DEAL WITH SKIRTS

Like anything in the universe, known or unknown, skirts can either suck or be GREAT! I have culled for you, from the depths of the known universe, (my known universe, anyway,) GREAT SKIRTS.

I know YOU know, but I just want to talk about it, (thank you red wine)- WHY these particular skirts are so great, and well, just exactly how I feel about them.
Ahem,

SO, it was about four or five years ago that I was selling things in my etsy shop and perusing the racks in a huge Goodwill in little ole Brockton, Mass that I kept coming across perfect skirts. These are skirts that were made pre LOW WAIST ERA. (More on that horror in a second.) I felt so happy about them, I thought, I should just open a store called 'The Perfect Skirt.' Because really, these oder skirts that are made to fit at one's natural waist, are just so easy to wear. So flattering and yet so realistic at the same time.

Low waist era skirts really frost my cookies. That's bad. Why? They don't FIT! A skirt is made to be at your natural waist. That way, there it sits and doesn't budge. A skirt without a waist line, a skirt with something more akin to just a hemline but on the top, a skirt made to HANG upon your hips, to me, it's just a mess. Like a nightgown gets all tangled up around your waist at night, this is what such a skirt wants to do. There you go, a-galavanting, and suddenly you look down and this no-waist skirt has completely twisted around and is now backwards. Or, it rides up, soon looking like a very wide belt. I just don't get it, and I hate adjusting my clothes, it's so ungainly, not to mention irritating.
SO!

That's why I rejoice in the bounty of pre-low waist skirts. There they sit, flattering you and not moving.

Well, I ahven't opened a skirts-only store, but it is becoming my largest section. PERFECT SKIRTS!
All sizes. Corduroy, velvet, paisley, suede, leather, houndstooth, box pleat, tweed-- I even left some out.  I hope you can find one you like! Enjoy!
All available at EllenTenTen Vintage--> click HERE.

And ps, they're all different sizes, I pinned em on, I'm working on getting different size models :DDD
 

what to wear in fall - ellententen vintage style

Ahh, fall is deeply upon us, despite it being in the balmy, nuetral, lovely 60s and even 70s, even here in NYC. Still, the sky is white-grey, and the leaves are flaming yellow.

I love it.

It is my duty, as an October baby and basic bi*ch. I love fall! I'm one of those.

For a long time, especially while living in hot-as-hell (but ever in my soul) New Orleans, I would envision this perfect respite of fall that I'd seen and torn out from a Pottery Barn catalog: a woman on a large deck overlooking a misty lake, the lake surrounded by trees, and the woman surrounded, cocooned, in fact, by a quilt, a steaming mug in her hand.

 

But actually, we can't just wear a quilt for the next six month. No, no, no. Fall is a wonderful time to feel layered, enrobed, and strut your stuff in boots.

Let's peruse, shall we?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                                            All available in shop now!

When your boyfriend takes bad pictures of you.

When your boyfriend takes a picture of you, and says it's sooo good, and he shows it to you, and-- it sucks....

I mean....

I mean, is this how you see me? You think I am so ugly, that THIS, horrid picture is a good one? You think this is my best? WHO are you looking at?? It isn't me. I do not look like this. Why have you lowered yourself to be with me, if this is how you see me? My sister would know that this is not a good picture of me. My best friend would, instantly,  know  that this picture is a horrible representation of me! Anyone who knows me, ME, really knows me--and sees me as I am!-- would know that!! But moreover, why can't you take a good picture of me? I don't think you love me. I feel sorry for you if THIS is the woman you love. This picture is horrible; it isn't me. I can see very clearly that you do not know KNOW me, the real me, the deep me, but even the obvious one. Because THAT picture is not me. Delete it! Delete all of your pictures of me! Let me take a selfie and send it to you. That's me. That's much better.

Hey.
...
Why don't you ever take pictures of me?
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STORE IS OPEN AGAIN!!

YA'LL:
I am really happy to say that the store is open again.
and WHILE I have a lot more things to get up for sale in the store, here are some new things I got for you so far:

Purple metallic ESCADA skinny belt with PUFFY GOLD HEARTS!
YEAH. EXCITED ABOUT THAT ONE.

Country Music belt-- Love.
PS I am addicted to the show Nashville.

Annnd speaking of shows, remember Fran the Nanny?
I loved her style. This dress reminds me.

This dress is also Fran-tastic, shall we say. Who doesn't need a gold tassle above their bootay?

And add some fabulous made in Italy black leather boots?
Good choice...

Or perhaps swing this awesome bag from your shoulder all fall and winter?

Love that bag.

Anyway, ELLENTENTEN Vintage is BACK, with much more to come, and while you wait, or browse for more here ---> ellententen vintage shop!

Please listen to this fabulous playlist:ellententen vintage playlist!

Enjoy! Buh bye! Go shopping!