Sunday, June 26, 2011

On a personal note.......

To see how I spent last night, click here. I am sad beyond belief.

It is said that in Victorian photos, an empty chair symbolized a child who had died. I don't know how common photos with the family pet were, but I do know that for my Timmy, we would likely have to symbolize him in absentiae with chocolate, because he loved the stuff.

And so, in honor of my big dog Timmy, here's a photo from the Gibson Girl era, complete with big dog. Photo is likely around 1914. Give your pet a hug today. You never know if it will be the last one.

Sunday, June 19, 2011

Victorian goodness

I found this photo in an antiques store a few years back and I love it for more than one reason, but mainly because the woman on the right looks just like Ellen Degeneres. Hilarious, yes?

I'm dating this around 1895, unless someone tells me otherwise. The two ladies are cousins, according to the written information on the back. I think it's interesting how differently they are dressed -- the one on the right is not as tightly bound, has a shorter skirt, and taut hair pulled by with hairpins of some sort. The fabric of her suit seems to be heavier and more rich.

The one on the right is dressed more fitted, with a floral at the waist, what looks like soutache braid trim, and curls, curls, curls. Can you imagine what it took to get that hair done back then? And without hairspray, how easily all that work would be lost, if the weather took a turn?

Thursday, June 9, 2011

I love this photo

The hat is fantastic. I wish I could read what the sash says.

Click here to go to the ebay listing. (It's not mine.)

Wednesday, June 8, 2011

Workin' it out.

Thanks, everyone, for your kind thoughts. It means a lot to me, and it's always nice to see that people are reading. :-)

I started hitting the gym in January, right before all the drama broke out in full. Needless to say, there is a treadmill out there that cringes when it sees me coming, because I've lost 26 pounds since then (which is almost 12 Kg, for those of you forward thinking countries who are metric). I slowed down lately, because I've been painting the house -- which should be a workout, but my scale says no. It's been stuck at 26 lbs for over a week now, which happens, I know, but I decided to ramp it up and went back to the gym tonight. I always feel great after a workout.

So while I was on the treadmill, I was wondering what the ladies of yesteryear wore to work out. I went looking, and here's what I found:

1908-1909 basketball photo:

1920s gym class. It's a far cry from Jane Fonda. I love it.

Sunday, June 5, 2011


You may've been wondering where I wandered off to, so let me take a moment to explain some personal stuff. If you just want the pretties, skip down the the end and I won't be offended.

In January, my husband moved out, informing me that he never loved me. Funny that it took him 26 years to figure that out, but some people are slow learners, I guess. I found myself in the the throes of (initially) unwanted divorce proceedings, which are ongoing. (Not something I would ever recommend to anyone!) I have spent 2011 sorting out things with the house and the kids, besides having my full time job and part time business. Needless to say, some things have gone by the wayside. Those things are slowly being added back, so hopefully you will see me here more, now that tihngs are (hopefully) settling down to a (new) normal rhythm. I'm bouncing back, and am loving life, despite the bumps it's handed me.

And I am luckier than a lot of women. I can support myself, I have great support from many, many family and friends, and my kids remain the light of my life. I count myself as blessed.

So I went looking around to see who is the most divorced celebrity, and found that it's most likely Lana Turner, who counted eight marriages -- seven, if you take into account that she married one man twice -- seven divorces, and annulment. Add to that mix, one dead boyfriend, stabbed to death by her daughter, while defending her, and that makes for one complicated love life.

Like I said, I count myself blessed. Plus, Lana got to wear wonderful clothes like this:

From "The Postman Always Rings Twice," 1946. Costumes were by Irene, who was one of the most iconic costume designers of the period. I'd LOVE to have this jacket, please.