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that's the best I have for this here blog right now. necklace made by my aunt's best friend in the 90s, edwardian blouse from lucky vintage, and 1950s skirt from the thrift by my house.

i want to be what my body wants me to be

  Some of my more recent shop photos. Taking "good" or flattering photos isn't THAT hard. Taking unflattering photos is obviously very easy. However, I love the strange ones (like the first one) best of all.

Film #15: The Butcher's Wife (1991)

    The Butcher's Wife is a film that few would consider good. But I loved it! It is about a beautiful clairvoyant woman who marries a butcher after knowing him one day because she is convinced he's her true love. He takes her home to his adorable New York neighborhood. She starts giving his customers romantic advice along with their pork chops and chaos ensues!
    The thing I found most remarkable about the movie was the beautiful antique and vintage clothing Demi Moore's character wears. The costumes in this movie were designed by Theadora Van Runkle, famed costumer for Bonnie and Clyde (it was her first movie!) and The Godfather Part II.
Dream wardrobe much?
(all stills by me.)

 

 

A old favorite

As a vintage seller I constantly try to purge my wardrobe of things I no longer wear. Months ago, I shoved this 1940s rayon beauty into a bag with the intent to sell. I haven't worn it in a while and thought it deserved to be loved by someone who didn't think it old hat. However the moment I put it on again, I knew I would never part with it. It was the first 1940s dress I ever owned and has fit me like a dream ever since I received it as a birthday present at the age of 17 and twirled around my room singing "I feel like Ginger Rogers!"

Without further ado, one of the top five wackiest prints in my closet (and that's saying something), the lollypop tree dress! The print literally looks like blue + purple trees bearing spiral shaped lollypops.

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.

Une Femme est une Femme!

  There are so many things that are more enjoyable on this earth than writing an essay for my English class. One of them happens to be posting the results from a 1950s/1960s, French New Wave cinema inspired photo shoot that Amelia and I had in my front yard. The theme was Amelia's idea, and a jolly good one at that if I do say so. It was a mere lucky coincidence that I own a dress a bit like Anna Karina's in "Une Femme est une Femme.
  Overall, the photo shoot was fun and I'm glad we did it!

  Photography by Amelia!
  The "model": Amanda
  Dress via a stand at the Fremont Sunday Flea Market. ($3!)

Pilfered stills from Godard's "Une Femme est une Femme":

Have a good rest of the week!