Things are slowly, ever so slowly edging back to normal here. Kathy and I went shopping last week—twice!! We went to our beloved craft store, Who Gives a Scrap?, which is closing in August, a victim of the criminally high rents in our town. They are hoping that someone will take on their mission and all of their mountains of donated supplies. The next day we met at a thrift store and since there were only about five cars in the parking lot decided to go in. It was virtually empty; just two elderly ladies who kept bumping into us and not observing social distancing. At least they were wearing masks, as we were. It bodes well for being able to meet somewhere once a week, as long as the numbers of coronavirus cases in our county don’t explode.
Before starting a regular post with no worries about running out of pictures, I have a couple of flowers to show you:
This is a close-up of my giant Allium although the giant part is the flower head, not height. It’s less than a foot tall, but that head is about six or eight inches across. This one is just a little past its prime, but you can see that they are what fireworks would look like if they were flowers. I have the more traditional Allium, but they are all done now; their flowers are denser and smaller.
This plant is called Goat’s Beard:
They are named for their flowers, which might look like a billy goat’s beard if you close one eye while drinking a cocktail. But, they are really bright in a shady area, and I find them interesting even after the flowers are dried up.
Yay, time to start a regular post with no reservations about what our blog life might hold in the future—a true luxury and we realize it.
I guess this what aspiring actors do before they are famous to make ends meet:
That’s a pretty early picture of James Garner who is sadly gone now. If you grew up watching TV in the late 1950s through the 1970s you would certainly remember Maverick and The Rockford Files. He also did movies; Victor/Victoria was a big departure from other roles. This photo looks like it was a Maverick-like character; who knows how old the frame is because that style has been popular for a long time. It has been kicking around for a while by all the wear on it.
I”m not sure why they chose the cow-pie medium to portray The Ozarks:
But they sure didn’t do the area any favors! You know that if The Ozarks weren’t spelled out in white lettering, this could be a cabin from just about anywhere with forests and hill. I’m going to have to pay attention and see if I see this scene lettered with different parts of the country. That would pretty damn cheap of them, but hardly surprising.
And here is the last relic of our pre-lockdown picture hoard:
I can’t really think of anything appropriate to keep in this container. Maybe your secret, shameful stash of candy corn? Maybe you can keep unpopped popcorn in it since it’s kind of dried out anyway. You could probably keep a million bucks in there and no one would ever lift the lid to check inside. Your eyes want to pass over it quickly like it wasn’t ever there which is smart on their part.
Oh dear, we’ve given up on trying to stop the shell abuse that goes on in the craft world:
All we can do now is document the occurrences. I’m not sure why they needed to dye them weird colors. It seems bad enough that they’re stringing them and making ugly necklaces!
I have a couple of vintage patterns. First up is a fairly realistic representation of 1970s fashion choices for my high school:
If you weren’t showing a little butt cheek out of the bottoms of your hot pants, you weren’t trying! Those bell bottoms were more like an extreme version of what we wore, but they were low rise and tight through the thighs just like these. My mother made us wear body suits with hip huggers because we could show a lot of leg, but NO tummy unless you were at the beach. By the time I was a senior, even that rule had loosened up a bit since it was a battle royal getting me and my two sisters ready for school in the morning.
I actually think this is a pretty wedding dress:
Very appropriate for the month of June. I think the person standing closest to the bride is either the mother of the bride, or maybe the maid of honor. This is one of those rare patterns where the bridesmaid dresses are not hideous. I guess there are still opportunities for bridezilla with fabric choices.
As a transition to another chapter of A Century of Bags, we found these purses amusing:
How wild would it be to have knitted and felted pig purses? We thought they were pretty cute, but pigs aren’t really our thing and this looks like a bit of work. But it’s out there for all of you porcine aficionados.
Time for the next chapter:
This chapter is on the decade from 1920–1930. In the context of the 20th century, two decades were full of rule breaking—the 1920s and the 1960s. I know the kids in the 1960s thought they were the original wild ones, but don’t fool yourself, the 1920s were all about the revolt after WWI. For heaven’s sake, women were working outside of the home! They threw away their corsets and wore frocks that more likely resembled their mother’s undergarments (only shorter, and slinkier) than party dresses. It was the age of public smoking, drinking for both sexes, jazz, women wearing cosmetics, and way more general wildness than previous generations were comfortable with. If there was a social decorum rule, it was going to be broken, more than once and publicly.
This picture is of two young women showing off their Easter outfits:
It must have been cold, with the coats and scarves. You can see the cloche hats, shorter skirts, and the new envelope purses, or pochettes as Coco Chanel called them. No straps; you just tucked them under your arm.
Art Nouveau was still popular as you can see by the metal purse in the lower left corner:
Its top has engraving of flowers and vines in that style. But the purse at the top is Art Deco. The decoration and style of purses were also influenced by the discovery of King Tut’s tomb and the Egyptian craze, and other artistic movements such as Cubism and Bauhaus. It all went together somehow with a mix and match attitude, or not, as you wished.
There were still the roundish bags on a frame as you can see in the above picture, lower right. But the envelope purse, fancier clutches, and tiny little bags women carried from a finger in the evening holding only some powder and lipstick were the new fashion:
The picture of the purse in the upper right corner is deceiving. It’s about the size of a coin purse and you put the ring part of the handle around a finger to carry it. The little black number in the bottom left is just another version. They were often made from a new material, celluloid, which could be molded and decorated. I would have lost those two purses within 10 minutes of leaving the house. Thank goodness they only held a bit of money and your lipstick!
The author mentions that novelty purses were popular in the 1920s. Women carried doll purses where the dress was the “purse”. Purses were made from silk flowers, in the shapes of butterflies, even dogs with tails, or glove purses that featured a glove with a purse hanging from its “wrist”. Lots of different materials were used: fur, beads, leather, and of course metallic mesh:
The book has brief inserts about famous purse makers during the era where they had their most fame, or started. Whiting and Davis hit the big time in the 1920s with automation enabling them to make a lot of different purses. They started out as a cottage industry with women assembling the purses in their homes by hand. Mechanization helped them to become a famous brand.
Next time we’ll look at the 1930s when everyone came back down to earth.
Thanks for coming by; it’s so nice to get back even a tiny bit of normal. Stay safe and Happy Father’s Day to all the dads out there!