An Illness Post

I'm sick.
Godawful cough like gravel in my chest. I had to venture out this morning for water and sick supplies and came back breathless and sweaty. Terrible. Also, for some reason, no one carries Vicks 44 anymore. It's the best cough syrup on earth and now I'm stuck with Robitussin which tastes like liquid death.

It's not all bad though. I've spent the last 3 days on the sofa watching sappy period movies on netfilx. I have the Tudors lined up on queue. It's just too bad I'm supposed to cater tomorrow morning. I just hope I can get through it without passing out.

Remember the Wedding?

Right, so it's been 4 months but I finally was able to get the wedding photos from CJ. The couples photos we took are ridiculously funny and I must say, I'm pretty sure I had the hottest date that night!

 

This one looks as if I'm crying or just really in love with CJ but actually I'm trying my damnedest not to burst out laughing. The photographer was always around us, every time we looked she was taking out picture and we didn't want to ruin every ones nice sweet slow dance with our hysterical giggling.

It's about that time again-

There is a thread at the FL discussing tattoos and how they fit into vintage culture. And there seems to be two camps- one that think ink is iconiclly vintage and one that thinks it's iconically awful. I guess that applies to most non-vintage folk as well. You either love 'em or you hate 'em. I'm a member of that former camp- I adore tattoos, especially mine! 

What I don't care for is the idea that your tattoos need to mean something, that there has to be something deeper for you to justify having one. I don't enjoy when people ask me what mine mean- sometimes I just want to say "It's pretty. That's enough." To me, they are in the very literal sense skin deep and trying to always attach great meaning to the superficial is silly.

Regardless, I am a fan of tattoos. One of my most brilliant ideas for a Halloween costume was Betty Broadbent, the original tattooed vamp in the 1920s. It turned out beautifully, except trying to remove all those temporary tattoos the next day. Uf!

And all this discussing as got me itching for another. I haven't got the money at the moment but I have the idea- a matryoshka doll for my left calf. I have a bit of an infatuation with Russian culture and like the idea of a matryoshka shaping up my unshapely legs.  I'd like to stick with green or maybe purple. And I know I want the face to be the flapper style from the exhibit in LA's Plummer Park. 

Please excuse the watermark on the following photo- stupid vectors.

 

Sometimes I'm just not clever enough to come up with a title!

Good morning.

Sitting here with my coffee after quite an eventful night. We went to El Dorado's summer drink menu release party- I went all mid-century milkmaid with my newly bought sundress, petticoat and the perfect heels. My hair turned out a treat and didn't fall a hour into the night much to my surprise. I love those nights when the superficial things just work.

Alright, shameless photos out of the way- the party was a hit. Drank some early era themed cocktails, watched the hipsters swarm the free sushi and of course, eyed the yummy bartenders.

 Things slowed down while we waited for the band to play- the two glasses of champagne I had were making me sleepy and I started regretting not getting a nap in. Cripes, when did I get so old?

 But everything picked up once the band got underway! They were really good and the lady playing the trombone was adorable with her leopard print pants! It made me miss the jazz set that used to play at Rebecca's and just helped confirm that I need to start tracking down more awesome vintage type things around town.

Summertime Ritual

It seems that the past two years, once May rolls around, a deck of cards always seems to find its way into my purse. And every coffee shop visit turns into a continual endless game of Egyptian ratscrew. 

 

 

 I'm very excited for the game- or maybe it was just for the display case filled with giant muffins the size of my head.

 

My "I'm sad about plastic plants" face ...

 

There was a guy sitting next to us who asked if he could take our photo...

 We couldn't figure out what he wanted us to do...

so we just decided laughing hysterically was a good plan.

The Art of Sitting

So, I've had this post concept in my head ever since I started this blog- it was actually the original "How to be a Lady" idea. But planned posts are for some reason difficult for me, that's why I have so few daily outfit posts. Anyhoo- here it is a year later-

How to sit like a Lady-

Now, even the most demure and upstanding woman knows that a little subtle sexiness goes a long way in life. And every true vintage vixen from the Lovely Clara to the darling Mrs. Grable knew how to work a leg. But, surprise-surprise  the way we work those legs can cause unwanted affects. (And I'm not talking about cheesy come-ons from strange men)

Did you know that when a lady is cooling her heels after a long day of shopping is a perfect time to trade that extra sexy stance for a more librarianesque perch?

 

 True, the cross at the knee pose is certainly fetching and goes hand-in-hand with the idea of the vamp- a flash of thigh, the chance at a garter strap. But few women realize that sitting this way restricts circulation to your legs and is almost certain to cause the awful, dreaded, so unsexy varicose vein.

So, while crossing at your ankles doesn't exactly scream "Hey Sailor!", it will save you the unsightly affects of crossing at the knee. Not to mention saving you from being labeled a hussy....

Perfectly good outfit gone to waste.

I was supposed to be wearing this out tonight with CJ. But since she's decided to break my heart and stay in, I guess I'm going to sit at the coffee shop and read. Again.  I thought your 20's were supposed to be the crazy years.

Baby! Baby!

There hasn't been much time lately for vintage style and the like. Been shlubbing around in jeans and tanks- I'm not gonna lie and say it isn't a bit nice. Besides, it's not like I've been doing all that much this weekend. Catching up on my sleep, finishing the DT series and getting my car fixed. 

Also, I'm at the moment watching Ray on BET. Whoo- talk about some great vintage looks!

Sadly, very few stills from the movie out there but it really has some great examples of 50's fashion. Not to mention great music.

Posting from a hospital room

It's been a crazy couple of days- my brother took a trip to Sharp on Tuesday. And I am tired!

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