Saturday, April 30, 2016

almost magical

  I wish I could explain to you how it feels to not sleep, to toss and turn in the night. To set your alarm for 5:45 am and wake up 5 minutes before its scheduled to go off out of sheer excitement. To not shower, to dress quickly and practically in jeans and sneakers and old army jacket. To rush your family in the most passive aggressive way to the car. To wait for three hours for a maybe, full of hope and nauseous from nervousness.  To stand in line with a bunch of equally passive aggressive Pacific North-westerners that all would trample you if it meant getting in five minutes early.
  I went to an estate sale. A really really good estate sale. Possibly even the defining one in my surprisingly long career as an estate sale devotee.
  It was the home of a still-kicking 93 year old woman, according to her strangely accented neighbor who appeared in the line maybe an hour before the doors opened. She had excellent taste, sharing my passion for chenille bedspreads and Edwardian clothing. She had nothing but Edwardian clothing. I don't know how she got it, she is far too young have actually worn it during the era, maybe it was her mother's. I wish you could feel what it was like to walk into a room full of  Edwardian clothing. It is heaven. It is bliss. It is the type of excitement that make your body actually tremble. I bought way too much and now I'm in debt to my aunt. At the same time, it manages to feel like I didn't buy enough. You figure that out I can't. I mean I left with 3 dresses, 2 skirts, one blouse, a skirt slip, a 1940s head vase, a 1940s chenille blanket, and a cake plate + dome.
  Afterwards we went to the U-Distrct farmers' market and I ate my all-time favorite cinnamon roll (from Tall Grass Bakery) and there was an old french woman playing the accordion with a little velvet cloth on her lap.

Saturday, February 20, 2016

So long, farewell

I have started a vintage shop to sell the things I never wear or have outgrown. Here are all of the things I have sent off to new owners. The places I have shipped clothing to include Norway, Canada, New York City, and Illinois. Far more of the world than I've seen myself!
Purchase my other equally old + beautiful things at Shop Trillium.
instagram: @shoptrillium

 Can you tell this is my all time favorite dress? I was heartbroken to have outgrown it! I blame my weight gain on a) desserts and b) this horrible endless rain we've been having. Who wants to go for a walk when its dumping rain and also too windy for an umbrella?

Friday, December 18, 2015

A grey christmas

So I haven't posted anything in awhile. Let's blame it on the practically biblical rain we've had and the general grossness of a Seattle winter. Here's a picture of roughly half of my face and part of my prettiest sweater from the 1960s and a necklace from Mary's shop on the Ave, Valley of Roses boutique. I am but a mere model; the necklace isn't mine. I wish it were. 
Happy holidays!

(Photo by Mary, on instagram @valleyofrosesboutique.)

Sunday, November 22, 2015

The Varsity Drag

  On a day sometime in February Amelia and I went to the U-District. We were browsing as usual, visiting all of the vintage stores. I never find anything there because I love (and purchase) mostly pre-1950s garments. At the first store we went into, Valley of Roses, I found a late 1930s dress with embroidery. It was two inches too small in the waist but I tried it on anyway and it fit! 
The shop owner, Mary wanted to take mine and Amelia's photo for the store's Facebook. What she took resulted in some of the best photos of me and Amelia together that anyone's ever taken. 

Sunday, August 9, 2015


I made homemade ice cream for the first time. (Basil chocolate chip from Bon Appetit. You're welcome.)
I worked a lot. And am considering quitting to go back to school. But I have no idea which path I want to take (baking, regular associates degree, or some mystical currently unknown third option?). I've had many near panic attacks over this very subject while sweeping the floor of my workplace with a giant mop/broom hybrid. A sign would be nice. Or just a stronger feeling of connection to the future, specifically mine. Part of the problem with watching old films, listening to old jazz, and collecting clothing and sewing notions older than my grandmother is that I feel far more connected to what happened then over what is happening at this moment. I have always lived in my head, absorbed in my interests and felt like what was actually happening to me was the surreal impossible thing. Help?

I bought a 1943 edition of The Joy of Cooking and it is so much more lively and engaging than the modern edition. Irma S. Rombauer includes little notes before most of the recipes. Some of her notes are informative in the traditional sense and some are more personal such as her note on a cake she served at a dinner party. Because it was reissued during WWII she includes a section on sugarless and reduced sugar desserts. Amelia and I made her honey spiced pound cake and it was damn fine. 

Also, I've spent too much time with my cat. 

Friday, June 26, 2015


A collection of photos taken horizantally during our trip to Paris last September. 
1. The most aesthetically pleasing metro stop I saw in Paris.
2. Two Matisses that have long inspired me and by total coincidence were in Musee de l'Orangerie.
3. Plants at the Turkish Market we went to. 
4. Flower paintings by Renoir. Also at Musee de l'Orangerie.
5. Amelia and my aunt Petra at Cafe Angelina. Their chocolat chaud, while expensive is insanely delicious. 
6. A painting of a ship on a stormy sea. Musee de l'Orangerie. Artist known, but forgotten by yours truly.
7. The ceiling of a rather well known department store.

Wednesday, June 24, 2015

The coolest dress ever

  A few Saturdays ago, I went to a really excellent garage sale. It was in the Central District and was ran by a lady who clearly knew her stuff. It was an all vintage sale and the prices were reasonable (but not cheap). I bought this dress and wore it yesterday. I was complimented so much on it that I decided I needed to properly document it for the world/internet. 
And here it is! Amelia took the pictures while we were in Ballard. She has excellent eye for color. Look at how perfectly the surroundings match the red and blue in the dress and socks.
1940s rayon dress: garage sale
Clogs: Lotta from Stockholm
Sunglasses: pilfered from my aunt