Showing posts with label vintage clothes. Show all posts
Showing posts with label vintage clothes. Show all posts

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

Chocolate mousse in Paris

Sunday was my birthday.
am wearing Nancy's grass hula skirt,
memento from Hawaiian adventure in 1929 or 1932
am wearing a festive chapeau
gift from my aunt when I was three
am wearing a corpirate "beater" tank
skeleton on front.
When Nancy was queried as to celebrating her 80th,
she replied, "chocolate mousse"
"in Paris."
and off she went.
as I sit before Jeanne's bernina
familiarizing myself
I am thankful to have two strong women's
earthly bits and bobs
whispering advice
as I continue
my life's hula.

* I met Kat Ford last Friday. A fresh young talented lady artist . http://www.corpirateusa.com/ is her company.

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Loretta's dress and hearts, an update

Where has Kelly been ? You might be wondering. What has she been doing ? Well, nothing terribly exciting. And I am not ready to share what I have been feverishly working on. In a week or two. Stay tuned.

Meanwhile. The first Saturday in February I journeyed over to the clothing boutique in historic Weston, MO for a mini trunk show of heart related artwork. What to wear was the BIG question. I opened the door to my closet to peruse my vintage collection. I spied this silk number given to me by my friend Gloria. In my memory , she told me that it belonged to her mother, Loretta. I hadn't worn it yet but it seemed the perfect answer to my question of attire. Of course I would wear my Acme cowboy boots with hearts appliqued on them . The little jacket to this ensemble would not do to wear out in public since the silk was starting to shred a bit . It wasn't repairable. But the sleeveless dress was still in sturdy condition. A denim jacket would do to wear over the dress. I thought of Loretta all day whilst wearing her frock.

When I told my friend, Gloria , that I had worn her mother's dress , she said that the dress had been rescued by her mom at an antique auction. Loretta had bought a trunk full of vintage clothing many decades ago. This dress had been rescued and worn by Gloria a time or two and then it had come to reside in a closet. forgotten. Loretta's birthday is next week and I am going to send her this image. I hope she remembers the auction, the dress, and is pleased that I am wearing the frock she saved.
This is a close-up of a beaded heart brooch. I have no idea now many of them I have beaded through the years. The heart image makes a nice present for someone you care about year round. A story to share with you about a particular beaded heart brooch now. One of my beaded heart brooches made it to the top of Mount Kilimanjaro in Tanzania, Africa. Last year, a lady carried it with her clear to the tippy top. I have a photo of her holding the beaded heart at the summit. This photo inspires me when I am feeling particularly like I can't make it through something. If this lady can make it to the top of the mountain, well then I can do ( fill in the blank ). And if I am feeling overwhelmed by a project, I don one of these brooches and it seems to help. If you would like one of these sparkly heart brooches for yourself or a loved one, you can find them at Missouri Bluffs in Weston, MO. (816-640-2770) And very soon you will be able to purchase them online from a store via my website. Stay tuned .
This heart and hand milagro ( a tangible prayer ) was fabricated by hand by Rhett. It is six inches long and three inches wide. Made of steel that has been antiqued. The heart with embossed word love is a separate piece that has been soldered to the fingers. There is a grommet in the heart which allows you to thread a ribbon through or hang it on a nail. His milagros remind me of the old ones I see in Santa Fe, New Mexico. Rhett's artwork can also be found at Missouri Bluffs clothing boutique.

In a few days I hope to be able to share with you my updated website and a link to our online store. Please stay tuned.

Saturday, January 24, 2009

Amen, Amen, Amen !

To quote words from the Benediction from Inauguration day.

I am being brave to show you my Inauguration outfit. No, I did not get to go to Washington, D.C. Sat in my living room in front of the tv ( most tv I have watched in a year ! ) knitting an ORANGE shrug, wept, and rejoiced in the inauguration of our new president. Hallelujah!

So....back to my outfit. Had been planning it for two weeks at least. Love pink and orange together. Am wearing a scarf that I knitted a couple of years ago. I call it my 40 hour meditation since each triangle of color took me an hour to knit. Rolling of eyes is permitted at this point. And my outfit is courtesy of a dear friend, Jeanne. It belonged to her dear friend Nancy. I am guessing the vintage is late 60s or early 70s? The label inside says that it is from Acapulco, Mexico. My two tone pink cowboy boots are Fat Baby by Ariat.

I was pleased to note that Miss Sasha Obama was also wearing pink and orange for the grand event !

Aretha's hat blew me away though. Classy. The deepest curtsy to you dear lady.

Rhett , my photographer and stylist insisted on the holding of all these flags. I was only planning on holding one. And for some reason, he also insists on me standing on this galvanized wash tub turned upside down for photos now.

I will be sharing more images of Nancy's wardrobe hand me downed to me via Jeanne in the near future. And other vintage clothing from my collection. Such fun to wear.

Am very excited about "44".