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| Another estate sale find.... |
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| on my old mannequin. |
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| Coat and dress vintage attire. |
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| Russian rabbit fur hat. |
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| Hence, ANNA KARENINA which for some reason led to reading PERFUME by Patrick Suskind. PERFUME is the story of a murderer in 18th century Paris. An orphan is born with no body odor of his own but with a highly developed sense of smell. He attempts to create the ultimate perfume by killing virgin women and taking their scent. I became interested in this book after checking the top 100 list. Also, I found out that Kurt Cobain of Nirvana, was inspired by PERFUME to write the song SCENTLESS APPRENTICE from his IN UTERO album. If you need a good read, try this book. “Odors have a power of persuasion stronger than that of words, appearances, emotions, or will. The persuasive power of an odor cannot be fended off, it enters into us like breath into our lungs, it fills us up, imbues us totally. There is no remedy for it.” ― Patrick Süskind, Perfume: The Story of a Murderer |
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| Sometimes I use my handless beat-up mannequin to display vintage dresses. Especially when they are an extremely small size as this 1960's party dress. |
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| Or my daughter Jennie..... |
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| Boho leaps.... |
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| Golden 2 piece.... |
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| I probably could have posed with this coat as it is big on her, but she looks better in brown than I do. I really LOVE vintage clothes and get such a joy from looking at everyone's photos! |
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| My sisters patched jeans from 1973. I remember these patches and fabric. Always the rebel, hippie wearing the ONE WAY JESUS patch on her ass! Oh, Dad didn't like it. But I found this photo in his magazine (the one I posted yesterday). Obviously, he and the same photographer must have thought my sister jeans were worth publishing. The poem reads: "lots of people puttin' Jesus on their jeans instead of in their hearts they don't love him they just wear him" Stephen R. Clark During this time, I was 10 and she would have been 13 or 14. She was my idol wearing hip-huggers and halter tops. Big belts, Jesus sandals, headbands and flowing bright dresses. Burning incense in her bedroom, listening to albums such as THE EDGAR WINTER BAND, THE ALLMAN BROTHERS, OSARK MOUNTAIN DAREDEVILS, ALICE COOPER, BLACK OAK ARKANSAS, etc..... I would sneak into her room when she was gone, listen to the records over and over. Studying the words and pictures on the covers. I remember she would iron her hair on the ironing board because she wanted straight long hair like Cher. I copied her, ironing my hair when I didn't need it. I always had straight hair, but I wanted to be like her. I remember the cute boys who would come over to see her and I would always try to spy on them. One time when a group of her friends spent the night, I watched them drink pickle juice trying to get drunk! Of course my parents never had alcohol in their house. What about the time she ran away from home to follow the Carnies who were just in town? She almost made it to Chicago! How did she get away with all of this seeing how our parents were strict Christians? They were always mad at her. She would sass them back, but mostly she was always spending the night at a friends house. That's how she got away with her actions. I remember one time mom trying to discipline her and as she tried to just walk away, mom ripped the shirt off her back! When we were older, probably in our 30's or so, I mentioned to her that she was my idol when we were kids. She said "I don't even remember anything about you"! What a bitch! |
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| Today a memory arrived in the mail. A package from my Dad, a painting of me when I was 10 years old. |
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| We lived in Springfield, MO during the early 1970's and Dad was an editor of a magazine called YOUTH ALIVE. |
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| One day while visiting Dad at his office, the photographer came in and suggested that a photo of me looking sad would go along with this article called A SHADOWED RECOLLECTION. It's a short story about a 9 year old girl whose mother is killed in a car crash. He told me to look out the window and to think of something sad, thus my sad look. At the time I felt very special being asked to do this and to be in a magazine. I had totally forgotten about this day, but when I opened the package...so many memories came flooding back. I recall the feeling of being proud of my Dad for having an important job in a nice office building. How the other workers came into his office smiling and with suggestions for the magazine. Seeing my handsome Dad in his suit. Having the photo taken. I loved my life in Missouri. We lived in a suburb that was built in the woods. So much exploring and playing with the other kids in the neighborhood. Rollerskating, swimming, pets, Barbies, climbing trees, motorcycles, slumber parties................. Our lives changed drastically in a few years with a move to Arizona. So along with the good memories, I started to think about bad things. I had a physical reaction that began with my heart thudding in my chest, tears welling up and a dizzy feeling. So I spent the afternoon having a therapy session with my husband and then desperately needing cocktails. Maybe someday I will have the courage to share some of the life changing events here on my blog. It's crazy how I can get so triggered by a photo to go from good memories to feeling like I need a Psychiatrist. The painting of me was done by my Dad OWL. He kept this issue all these years and regardless of what I said above, I am touched by his gesture and appreciative of this memory. |
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| Rowland my cute little goat! |
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| Rain hats and sewing pattern box. I think I'll do an April Showers display in my booth. |
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| Other miscellaneous finds all cheap. Mysterious big ring tested silver, what is it though? |
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| After being cooped up for so long, I went for a nice walk along the Pevine Trail in the Granite Dells. It's a beautiful area with large granite rock formations. |
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| The trail used to be railroad tracks for the Santa Fe, Prescott and Phoenix line that is now extinct. Twenty five years ago, we used to walk along the tracts and pull up old date nails from the rails. We sort of made a game of it with the kids, finding dates from the 1920's and 30's. |
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| Watson Lake peeking through... It's good to be alive and not taken up to the "spirit in the sky"! |
