Closet space

For the past few days I've been working on getting my lovely closet organized and settled. It's supposed to be the hall coat closet, but is very spacious and kind of feels like a personal mini vintage shop. There is one long metal rod with a shelf on top. I've got sweaters folded and stacked as they should be (I used to have them hanging, but that's not good for sweaters) as well as my stack of pants. I absolutely love the wall space, all that room for purses! I've started to collect pictures to pin up too, so far the only one I have is a cute 60s pin up girl. But it's coming along, and I just hope the rest of my clothes will fit...

1960s wedding dress

I had to show off my latest find, an amazing 1960s wedding dress with full train and floral appliques from neck to hem. I'll still have to take a few close up photos, but it's just so pretty!

Best jacket ever.

Today Sam and I went to Buffalo Exchange to trade in some things. He wanted some new pants and a cardigan, and while we did have pants success, cardigans seemed to be scarce there. There was some more vintage than usual there, cheap as always, and when I saw this matching dress and jacket I fell head over heals. It's so perfect, and fits like a glove, very flattering. And only $24! Well, since we traded, we only ended up paying $2 for two pairs of pants and this outfit, pretty good, and I cant wait to wear it. When we got home though I saw they left the little security pin on, which is a bit annoying since it happens often, but I'll just have it taken off. One of the employees there had on the best jacket I have ever seen. Some sort of elaborate band jacket, with tails! It was truly amazing, so now add "Elaborately decorated band jacket with tails" to my list of wanted items. A little gift shop had these chicken purses in the window, I adore them. I think if there was a fat cat purse I would love it more though.

Easter Sunday

For this rainy Easter I wore my 30s crochet dress, 60s knit sweater, 30s crochet gloves, and 40s crochet purse. Handmade all the way.

Happy Easter!

Miss Marple

Most girls my age look up to tv characters on Gossip Girl, or American Idol (?). Ew.

But I was sooooooo excited when Miss Marple started up again last night on PBS. I love her every little hat, carpet bags, 30s sweaters, and not to mention the whole solving mysteries thing. I would raid her closet in a heartbeat. The stories are in two parts, every Saturday night, and last year I ALWAYS saw the first part, and missed the conclusion. Last nights episode I had seen last summer, but I WILL see next weeks episode so I will actually know how it ends. My Saturday nights are reserved for Miss Marple.

Hanky-Panky

I love handkerchiefs. So pretty and delicate. Something not used anymore, Sam calls them "Snot rags." Charming.
Anyway, somehow I've gathered quite a collection. While moving things around I've found little bunches of hankys I got at estate sales, and thrift shops. Today I found the most delicate white one with about three inches of highly detailed lace around the edges. A truly elegant lady must have carried it once, in her little purse. I cant decide if my favorite ones are the tissue thin laced ones or the colorful floral ones. Does anyone else carry a hanky in their purse?

Handkerchief lot....Pretty monogrammed handkerchief

Lipstick and keys

When I was little, there were three things that defined being all grown up:

Lipstick, high heels, and lots of keys.

The lipstick is like a drug. The smell is intoxicating, so soft and warm, the scent is smooth and ladylike. I am not ready to go out the door without a precise swipe of lipstick, brightening up my face and outfit. If I'm having a bad hairday lipstick makes it look like a fashion statement, I call it runway hair, unruly but with a done up face, fashionable.

Only ladies know how to glide in high heels. Sure anyone can slip on a pair, but clunking down the street in an awkward balancing waddle is no way to go. The women who wear the really pretty Italian heels can sweep across the floor without missing a step, run down the street to get out of the rain, and look smashing all day, but never ever complain publicly about the pain they may endure.

As a little girl I remember all adults had lots of keys on their keyring. House, car, shed, work, storage, it's all so glamorous. Gradually from my mid teens my keyring has become more and more crowded, I'd love to have a reason to carry a skeleton key.

So there you go. I wear lipstick from morning to night, heels as best I can, and have lots of keys in my purse. What a grown up I am.