Mes grands-parents

  My grandmother gives everything away. I mean everything: her beautiful clothing she owned when she was young, the family record player, and my grandfather's beautiful 1920s functional (gasp) typewriter. One could say she has a zeal for it. Her philosophy seems to be "out with the old and in with the new" and she disdains my strange  fascination with relics and clothing from the past. Therefore, I was quite surprised when on last Christmas Eve I discovered she kept all of the old family photos, even the ones of my grandfather's family in the 1920s. Here are a few of the ones I got decent pictures of.

My grandmother in fantastic dress (right) with her friend and the friend's baby. Circa the early 1960s.

My grandparents' wedding photo circa the early 1960s. They made and continue to make a good couple.

My grandfather's class photograph from elementary school circa the mid to late 1930s.

My grandmother's friend on a trip to some distant foreign land. C. 1960s.

  Mostly I am doing this post because I am visiting them at their home in the country this week. Hurrah!

Film #2: Golden Boy

  Initially I had plans to write about Wes Anderson's "Moonrise Kingdom," but then I saw "Golden Boy" which wasn't in the cards. "Golden Boy" is a 1939 Barbara Stanwyck, William Holden, and Adolphe Menjou film, starring the super young William as the son (Joe Bonaparte) of an Italian immigrant who has to choose in between violin-playing and Babs (Lorna Moon), or boxing and wealth. To make matters more complicated, a member of the Italian mob wants to sponsor him and Lorna's married boyfriend is Joe's manager.

  Yes, it is a little absurd and some of the messages are little corny. But somehow in spite of it all (or perhaps because of it) it is enjoyable, and it has so many good aspects. "Golden Boy" has a pretty violin-piano duets, a love affair between beautiful people, nifty fashions, and a wacky Italian family.

  I think it is time for me to stop rambling on about how much I loved the film. Instead, regardez aux photographies!

William and Barbara in love.

Oh William, why did you have to get a hair cut? You were kinda cute with the curls.

The nutty Italian family + Babs

Joe Bonaparte (William) and his sister Anna  doing a duet.


(Source: Dr. Macro)

Good night!

This weekend has nearly passed by

  This weekend, I went to two garage sales, a vintage car show in Greenwood, and Capitol Hill. The Red Light and Value Village (I have my eye on a vintage cape there) had abnormally good clothing in stock. I engaged in one of my favorite childhood past times: swinging (the other two are reading and inventing imaginary worlds). I mourned the loss of my trusty point and shoot. I made a pie. I watched both "Moonrise Kingdom" and "The Prince and the Showgirl." I walked too much and indulged in too much food. I also bought too much. With clothing costing only two or three dollars, how could I resist?
A few photographs (taken with my uncle's camera as mine is broken):

Part 1: Baking

Homemade strawberry rhubarb pie: a collaborative effort

Amelia my co-baker and best friend in a customary act of pre-baking silliness.

 Part two: Brief clothing post with new Madewell full skirt (from Value Village)

Goodnight all. (It's quite apparent that I'm sleepy isn't it?)

P.S. Expect a post on Moonrise Kingdom.