Friday, September 20, 2013

Photo Friday: Technicolor Wedding Edition (1966)

Good morning!

Thanks, guys, for all your good advice yesterday on my next-to-last post as a single woman! I couldn't hardly sleep last night thinking about the rehearsal today, so Lord help me tonight when the big event is practically at hand!! I hope you're having a good week, but what week would be complete without a Photo Friday to look forward to? Today, I was looking for COLOR in all caps, and boy did I find it. Just try searching "wedding 1966" on either Flickriver or Flickr itself, and these are the kind of technicolor dreamboats you're going to come across. 

Let's look!

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This first photo is notable for the mother of the groom's youthful, Faye-Dunaway-in-a-European-movie style goldenrod ensemble. I love that the elbow length gloves match the hat, and meet at the elbow length sleeves. Can you see the little ribbon detail at the cuffs of each sleeve? To wear a hat like this just once, and this well! The mother of the bride is a pretty snazzy looking herself, in an emerald seafoam of a print, also with white gloves and a subtle, velvet band of a hat. Do you know how much less interesting of a photo this would have been in black and white? Thank goodness for Eastman Kodak!

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 I like this photo for two reasons. One, I can hear in my head the bride saying "And you could use your bridesmaids dresses for a number of different formal, social occasions after the ceremony! It's not just a one-off dress, it's really very elegant and versatile!" And she would have been lying like a rug. Still, the girls do look pretty sweet in their pale and midnight blue gowns. Two, I can't get over how tall the two grooms on the groomsmen side are in the middle of the lineup. Please, groom, if you're going to have friends, they need to be of either a uniform size or at least smaller than you. These pituitary cases are distracting the rest of us! Just kidding. But it is weird to have such tall men among such smaller ones. It looks like someone's done something to distort the proportion of the photo.

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Now these, theeeeeese are some bridesmaid dresses. What is going on here?! While the bride looks lovely, I am so thrown off by the jumper-like construction of the other gowns and why did you let the one bridesmaid have a violet instead of a pink hat? Isn't the whole point for the girls to look uniform? As timeless as the tuxedo'd men and the bride look, you know she's looking back on her wedding photos like "Why...why did I insist on those dresses?" or better yet "Why did I allow my bridesmaids to choose their own dresses?!" This is a picture that might have been better in black and white. Still, the vividness of the photo is hard to argue with.

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A much more traditional bridesmaid dress collection here. Do I love or do I LOVE the bride's cupcake of a dress? Maybe this is why I chose a similarly poufy one for myself! I actually like these bridesmaids dresses, too, because they're a true powder blue. And honestly, if you shortened the hem a little, you could wear them again as a nice evening sheath. It can be done, apparently! 

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Last but not least, here's a happy couple rushing off for their honeymoon! What strikes me about this photo is how of-a-moment and breathless it is. Obviously, someone's cousin or college buddy was lying there in wait, next to the getaway car, to snap a in media res photo of the couple dashing through the thrown rice to the first moments of their lives as married people and alone! Also, the bride's red coat and blue ensemble are pretty cute, if I do say so myself.

So! What do you think? Which of these photos is the most colorful? Did your mother or grandmother employ any completely crazy color schemes on her non-suspecting bridesmaids, or was she kind in her dress selection? Which of these vintage looks would you wear right now? Let's talk?

PEOPLE, I'M OFF TO BE A MARRIED GAL! Wish me luck! I have a week's worth of reruns lined up next week to get you through our vacations, so make sure you stop by to see some blasts from She Was a Bird's past in my absence. You guys are the best! See you soon. :)

Thursday, September 19, 2013

Wedding Planning: THE HOME STRETCH

Good morning!

GUYS, I'm almost to the altar! EEEEEEK! We've been running around like crazy the last week or so trying to nail the down the last details of this to-do and the weird part? The zen-like distance I am feeling towards the ceremony itself. Two weeks ago, I was in a hot panic over flower decorations, centerpieces-- pretty much about a week ago, as things started to fall into place, I stopped worrying as much about details. The same feeling you get when you've prepared and prepared and prepared for a school presentation or a job interview is what I have now, where sure, there are things that I will remember that I need to do day of, but as far as prep work, I am do-o-o-one. For today's post, I thought I might show you all some of the things I've learned over the five months from save the dates being sent out to THE DATE BEING ALMOST HERE!

WEDDING KNOWLEDGE Q AN A:
Matthew at my folks' house, practicing for height. The arch will be about a foot taller,
after we finish assembling it, so I can fit under!

Q: How long does it take to string a trash bag full of silk flowers into a 10 foot long garland of alternating colors and leaves?
Approximately 3.5 episodes of Law and Order: SVU on Hulu. My mom gave me these fall flowers in May or so, and I was deadset against them. "Mo-o-o-om, they look like cemetery flowers, come ON." I didn't want real flowers either because of a) the expense and b) my conviction that something, somehow, would happen to the organic material in such a way that it would look bad before the ceremony (see Austin Scarlett's corn dress in season 1 of Project Runway). Matthew and I made approximately 500 tissue paper flowers in reds and whites and yellows, which gave the whole thing a kind of cool Elvis Aloha from Hawaii look. While the color theme was consistent and I liked how unusual it looked, I was last minute worried that the whole thing would look like someone's third grade class project gone wrong. Weekend before last, I shook out the bag of flowers, stripped each bunch of its leaves and petals, arranged them in piles by color, and then used a needle and fishing wire to string them all together. This is much more like what I was going for! 

I love Barbie's flyaway veil!
Q: From what height and at what speed does the 1960 Wedding Ken ornament we've chosen as our cake topper sustain loss of feet and base fractures?
Um, apparently when you just barely touch him and he falls from the mantel onto carpeted floor. Not to worry, my dad's going to airplane glue Humpty Dumpty back together. I bought these figures at an estate sale in the pouring rain in Hendersonville, the same one where I bought four bags full of costume jewelry because it was something like 80% of the original price that day. The weird thing about the sale, other than the torrential downpour? There was a fifties' two-car garage in the backyard-- imagine one of those ones with a concrete floor, almost like an outbuilding. On the tables around the edges of the room, were PILES, and PILES, and PILES of wedding decorations. Mostly from the eighties', but some going back to the sixties'. Everything looked like it had probably been in the garage for 20 years (maybe the person has a wedding related business?) except these mint-in-box Barbie and Ken Hallmark ornament from 1995. We'll take it! Sidenote: All the in-store wedding toppers I've looked at have been awful! Does nowhere sell those sweet, plain little figurines to put at the summit of your cake? I kept seeing either a) clear figures (??) or b) the one where the groom is running away and the bride is catching him (because that joke is so fresh). Oh well! I'm happy with Barbie.

Q: When is the best time to buy miniature cacti in Tennessee?
Mid-August! On my birthday, Mom and I stopped by the Dickerson Road Lowe's to price some tiny succulents for the centerpieces. Since my success with the cacti bowl in my living room, I've been hooked on the idea of replicating it for the wedding. I made cake stands by gluing clear glass dessert plates to cordial glasses (25 cents a piece on half off day at Goodwill), and the little round bowls with the cacti and gold army men will sit on that! These cacti are not only in my wedding colors, but were fifty cents apiece on a clearance rack. "It's a birthday miracle!" I said to my mom. I'd planned to go with some kind of grass or similarly inexpensive foliage if the cacti price was too dear, but it was actually less than I'd even planned to spend on it! Can you see the army men and lizards/dinosaurs in the rocks there? I bought a bunch at Dollar Tree and spray painted them gold so they'd be a uniform color. I think they give it that extra "oomph" to the displays. These, the cake stands, hand-picked tchotchkes from my collection, and small stacks of old library books will make up the centerpieces. I really can't wait to see what it all looks like.


Q: How do you explain the mechanics of a wedding processional to a group of artistic people, especially if you're a complete control freak about planning stuff ahead of time?
Infographics, naturally! They're all visual learners, and the high school teacher I used to be came out in spades as I designed this wedding rehearsal cheat sheet for my nears and dears. It's a very small wedding, but I still want to do a very traditional down the aisle processional. I wanted to make sure everybody knew where to go and when! I pasted this, along with information about the restaurant for the rehearsal dinner, a menu from that restaurant, and a time line for the wedding on Saturday on a double sided sheet we can hand out at the rehearsal so people will have something to look at while I'm frantically trying to put silk flowers all over the place before we get started. I also happen to think it looks super cute.

Well! I gotta get back to work, but let's talk! Do you have any last minute wedding planning advice? What went well that could have gone better at your wedding or wedding rehearsal? What did you learn in the process of planning your own nuptials or seeing another plan theirs? I can still benefit from your wisdom!

That's all for today, but I'll be back for a final Photo Friday before matrimony tomorrow! See you then!

Wednesday, September 18, 2013

Love, Joan (1927 Joan Crawford Letter on Ebay)

 Good morning!

Today there are no ghosts on my blog, but instead some Ebay celebrity shop-spiration from Facebook. A couple weeks ago, my friend Jesse posted this on my wall:

AAAAH! Are you kidding me? Items from the estate of legendary drag performer Charles Pierce (known for his impersonation of Crawford co-star Bette Davis, among other classic Hollywood stars and starlets) were posted at the top of the month by Lloyds of Hollywood, among them this Lawery's salt and pepper rack made for Joan Crawford. Opening bid, only $295! Jesse, I thought we were friends!

Two things I would have loved to have from this high end auction in 2011...
JC stationery and a golden Pepsi bottle brooch!
Seeing this post got me to thinking about my early college Ebay exploits in which I would use "[Movie star name]" and "owned" as search terms on Ebay. Remember in college, when you had lots of time, hungover as the dickens, to just sit, eat waffle fries, and lounge around on the internet before starting the day well into the middle of it? Joan, being my favorite movie star, was a frequent search on the old Dell in Andy Holt Apartments, and I remember seeing brooches and hair falls and all kinds of things I would truly have liked to have owned of hers going sky higher than my highest limit on the second or third bid. I love hearing about rich kids in college (via Antiques Roadshow or collector's gossip) going, "When I was 18, I bought a Picasso lithograph...at $699, it was way more money than I used to spend, but an investment!" I'm like, did you miss a decimal in there somewhere?! I never had more than $20 on me at any time!

At any rate-- I don't know if it's nostalgia clouding my memory or what, but I remember there being lots and lots more celebrity-owned material on Ebay circa 2003 (oh dear God, how is that 10 years ago). In spite of the semi-drought, I found a pretty neat letter from eighty-six years ago this weekend (it's postdated Sepember 22, 1927). You know you want to read over Joan's shoulder! Take a look.

[Don't worry if you can't read her longhand writing, there's a transcript below]





The text reads:
"Dan dear. Everything happened so fast that I didnt [sic] know anything myself till I was on the train, In two hours time I had to pack eight bags, and four trunks, and catch a train with people like Harriet Underhill in between I know you'll forgive me but gee, Dan I was very miserable while in New York. Perhaps it was because I was so unhappy, that you saw the real me. Please forgive for that too? But Im [sic] home now, Home where I can run away from everyone and hide till I want, to come out of my shell, Home where Im [sic] able to relax. Home where the dear walls know my every secret. Well after all Dan dont [sic] you understand, its [sic] just my Home, the only place where I am able to hide, the only place in all the World. I can run to and as I walk in my front Gate and close it it seems as if Im [sic] closing the Gate to all activities all Human beings and deeds, Im [sic] in my world, to do as I well. Now do you know? My walls do not expect me to act, to be a woman or to be a lady. They expect only the child, who play's [sic] with her toys or they expect my tear's [sic]. Im [sic] so afraid this letter shall bore you, for Ive [sic] been rambling again Thanks so much for the clipping. And know that your faith in me and my success, will help me to attain that success. Please never lose that faith in"
All of these images are from the auction itself, which is still live-- if you have $4,999, I sure wish you would bequest it to me so I could...well, probably buy this letter. Can you imagine a round-faced, limberlegged JC, not yet the screen icon she would become, earnestly writing this letter and poem to a guy she'd "shown the real me" to a week earlier in New York? Harriet Underhill was a writer from the New York Herald Tribune in the twenties' and thirties' (remember cute Jean Seberg shilling for them on the streets of Paris, in the opening scenes of Godard's Breathless?)...can you imagine Joan Crawford being impressed by someone other than her being the biggest star on the train? It boggles the mind.

1927 Joan: What a difference! (PS lemme borrow that dress on the right) source
In 1927, Joan Crawford was still a year away from her breakout success, after two years in Culver City (and home studio MGM). She rose to prominence dancing on tables in 1928's silent Our Dancing Daughters--people forget that the woman had a screen career that not only successfully bridged the dangerous-for-actors transition from silents to talkies, but ALSO lasted almost fifty years. Years before David Bowie, years and YEARS before Madonna, Joan Crawford was never afraid to change her appearance to match the prevailing fashion-- from flapper to thirties' shop girl to forties' career woman to fifties' prim and perfect (and sometimes saloon owner) to sixties' grande dame (and sometimes possible axwielding psychopath), JC's professional words-to-live-by were NEVER SAY DIE, in great, bold type,  in font twenty feet high! She rode that motto right into the sunset of her working days. I think that's what makes this letter such an interesting insight into a vulnerable, tired, lonely back-lot player to a beau back East so interesting. This is before everything began! And isn't that something.

What about you? What have you seen on Ebay lately that caught your eye? Have any celebrities whose history you'd like to own a tiny piece of? Why can't I find something like this in a dusty antique mall for $10 rather than a worldwide auction in the four figure range? These are the questions to which I need answers.

That's all for today, but you guys take care! I'll see you back here tomorrow with more ravin' and a-ramblin'. Til then!

Update: I was trying to find more out about the letter's recipient, Dan Mahoney, when I found this entry on Legendary Joan Crawford website (one of THE Joan Crawford website on the internet...I can't tell you how much time I've spent on this and The Best of Everything). Turns out, he was only an early fan of Crawford's, with whom she maintained a friendly correspondence! Can you imagine writing a movie star, even a minor one, now and getting that kind of response? But no! Check out the rest of their letters back and forth here

Tuesday, September 17, 2013

Haikyo: Abandoned Places (Tokyo Times Blog; Nashville Nine)

Good morning!

Well, I straight lied to you about not writing about more scary stuff today. Hope you can find it in your heart to forgive this fear-seeker. I found the coolest website yesterday afternoon while reading an article on the Huffington Post about an art installation/public theater space built using abandoned home material from a house in York, Alabama. While that feature was interesting, the slideshow at the bottom of the article, having nothing to do with the art installation but some connection re: abandoned places, REALLY caught my eye.


Doesn't this look exactly like a castle? Like a wolfman or a consumptive heiress or a plucky governess with ghost children for wardens might live in this very place? The interior is just as spooky as the exterior:


So perfectly abandoned!


Are these stills from a Dario Argento movie? No! They're real life shots from the home of a wealthy turn-of-the-century politician in Japan. Throughout the elegantly emptied rooms, left-behind items include a television, an ice box, sake cups...even, most unnervingly, a pair of false teeth! You can see the rest of the photos from this set here, on the blog from which they originated. Once I saw that there were more under the subheading "Haikyo/Ruins", you know I couldn't just stop there. Bring on the lonely, the once-ornate, those places in a sumptuous state of neglect!
An abandoned clinic (original post here)
Haikyo is a Japanese term meaning "ruins" (sidenote: the most desolate words in English sound so much more pleasant in Japanese-- samuzamu, which sounds like it should be afternoon children's programming, is actually one word for "desolate" in that language). Lee Chapman, a photographer living in Japan since 1988, has assembled lots of fascinating material, period, on his blog "Tokyo Times" (http://www.wordpress.tokyotimes.org/) but what really impressed me was the aforementioned subsection of the blog of photos of abandoned places (hence, haikyo). I always think of Japan as being crowded, clean, efficient, and streamlined in their national urban design, so it's kind of jarring to see these forsaken properties in such extreme disarray and destitution.

Abandoned hotel (original post here)
Seeing these and other urban exploration photos, aren't you just shocked by how much there is just laying fallow in the world? Enough that entire buildings, homes, factories, amusement parks, asylums...WHATEVER...can be left to ruin, much more easily than they could be converted or re-purposed for the years and years of use that they obviously still have left in them? These spaces got me thinking about one literally close to home. Very close to my street, there are the ruins of a state owned Aged Masonic Home and School for Boys. Both buildings date back to the turn of the century, and were active governmental and civic agencies until the late eighties'/early nineties'. Here's a photo the Nashville Scene ran in this article, published in December of 2009:


Pretty serious, right? The site rated the "Nashville Nine" that year, a heartwrenching list of the pitiful few historical properties spared the wrecking ball in my hometown, but left to rot and ruin. The description from that list's publication in Nashville Business Journal reads like this:
Home for Aged Masons/Masonic School, R.S. Gass Boulevard and Hart Lane, Inglewood. This three-story limestone building constructed in 1913-1915 and the nearby boy’s school are the only surviving buildings from a larger complex dating to the early 20th century, when the Tennessee Masons provided a campus to house widows, orphans and the aged in the Masonic family. Designed by the Nashville architectural firm of Asmus & Norton, the Colonial Revival-style home is listed in the National Register of Historic Places. 
The State of Tennessee purchased the property in 1941 for use as a tuberculosis hospital, but it was vacated in the 1990s. 
See what I mean? Still vacant. There was a larger, absolutely terrifying looking building right close to the road on Hart Lane when I was growing up (it's easily within walking distance...but why would you want to walk there! Ghosts partout!), but it's since been torn down. I can remember when I was little getting the ultra-heebies thinking about ghoulish things mingling with dust motes and flaked paint, to the point that I wouldn't look at the many-paned, high, narrow windows as we drove down the hill toward home for fear that some uncanny  face would be peering back at me. Needless to say, I read way too many Tales from the Crypt comic books, then AND now, but it wreaked havoc on my young imagination! With all the attention being paid things east of the Cumberland River (a MAJOR climate shift, attitudinally, from my high school years in which people would outright refuse to pick me up from my house after dark in case they got lost "over there"), I hope the two remaining buildings get a sliver of attention or an ounce of cooperation for the preservationists who would like to help rather than be helpless in this building's future.

Mitchell House at Castle Heights, in Lebanon, TN, after its renovation.
The building my dad and I went in was just north of this on the same campus (source)
So! Do you have any spooky, abandoned interiors that have caught your fancy lately? What's the most terrifying real life abandoned place you've set foot in? My dad and I made it halfway into an abandoned Victorian house on the campus of Lebanon's Castle Heights Military Academy, circa 1995, waaay before it was renovated and brought back to life as a restaurant (now closed?) and civic city center. Both of us being big fans of the movie Ghost Story, we snuck in as far as the parlor, seeing that the only item in the house was an old upright piano, and got too scared to continue! "I wanted to get out of there before something started playing that piano!", in the immortal words of my Pappy. See! There's a saved abandoned place! Here's hoping the rest of these buildings get some new life someday, too!

That's all for today...you may or may not hear something scary from me tomorrow! I guess I'm in a weird mood in this final stretch of wedding planning, haha! Take care, and I'll see you then.

Monday, September 16, 2013

Weekend Finds: 1920's Mourning Photo Edition

Good morning!

I bet you're looking at the title of this post like whaaa.... but seriously, that's what I dug up this weekend. Let's cut straight to it, and you look!


I was at an estate sale in Sylvan Park which had looked ultra-promising on the Estatesales.net website...one of my favorite sale companies (Dogwood), in a known-for-older-folks neighborhood, in a completely-packed-with-stuff house, on half-off Saturday. Theoretically, it should have been great, but in spite of the sheer mass of stuff in the home itself and a garage, as well as the age of the stuff, I just couldn't find anything that jumped out at me as "wow". That is, until I found this photo hanging on the wall:


The text, in case you can't read the smudged typeface, reads: "In loving remembrance of our dear daughter, RUTH LEIGH/Died Oct. 23, 1929/Age 34 Years/A precious one from us is gone/A voice we loved is still/ A place is vacant in our house/That never can be filled." Yeeks! I've seen memorial photographs in handsome frames and lithographed settings before, but only on online galleries from people who collect mourning-related ephemera. I thought, "Ah, that's too creepy, Lisa," and hung it back on the wall....then picked it back up from its nail, and carried it around the sale. Estate sale shopping 101: It is far easier to carry even an awkward object you're uncertain about buying around the sale than to watch someone buy it out from under you right when you realize you actually want it.


As said, I carried it around the weirdly carpeted, 1940's house for a minute, set it down to try on some hats (you know they were too small), tried to leave it in the hallway, but ended up going back to get it and a knit black shawl as my only two picks from the house. I almost bought a large, curved glass 1900's photo of a baby (a lot like the spooky ones from this post, but not spooky at all) for $20, but passed. The mourning photo was marked $25, so I got it for $12.50. Ghosts included, I'm sure.


Being the weirdo that I am, I'm more than a little interested in the far left field of bordering-on-macabre/actually-macabre antiques and collectibles. Taxidermied fox? Sign me up! Souvenir cards of skeletons dressed up like poker players? Yeah, sure! Post-mortem memorial stuff on the Thanatos Archive? I shouldn't look, but I can't look away! Something about people a hundred years ago not being freaked out at all being posed next to a recently deceased relative is mesmerizing to me.  "We don't have any pictures of him! We'll forget what he looked like!" the living subjects seem to argue, and yet...do you want to remember your deceased loved one quite like that? I will say I freaked myself out too badly when I ordered this book through Interlibrary Loan, on the strength of a recommendation from some other "if you like this" Amazon list. It's a compilation of Victorian medical school students and their "hilarious" posed photographs with dissected cadavers. WHAT IS SEEN CANNOT BE UNSEEN. I digress.

What is it about this stuff that makes it so fascinating, and yet so secretly embarrassing to want to collect? I feel like someone's elderly aunt might come to my house some day and go "What do you want with that?" and I have noooo good response. Am I a ghoul? Would you have bought the picture?


I tried to look up more information about the woman in the picture, but without a last name, I had trouble locating any. While I was going through the genealogical info on our library's website, though, I found this spreadsheet of the names of all the interred at Nashville City Cemetery. The columns include age, sex, race, cause of death and any other information about the deceased. "Pleurisy in the head", "Intemperance", and "Insanity" are all listed under that cause of death column so far, and I've only looked through the first thirty or so entries! More of exactly what I was talking about...the strange-but-interesting-but-kind-of-guilty-thrill of historically macabre stuff.

So! What did you find this weekend? Do you have any strange/slightly dark collectibles or family heirlooms in your menagerie? What do you think of the graphics and the photo of the passed-on woman in the frame? Let's talk!

That's all for today, but I'll be back tomorrow (with something cheerier!). Til then!

Friday, September 13, 2013

Photo Friday: The Gang's All Here Edition (1920's-1940's)

Good morning!!

IT'S FRIDAY. We're almost to the weekend! I have paper flowers to string and mix cds to perfect after work, but I am looking forward to having a moment's breath before THE FINAL COUNTDOWN. 

I initially wanted to do a post on the user's mother, who has an unusual, strikingly pretty face, a great sense of style, and not to mention a husband who looks like a cross between Ken and Jerry Lee Lewis (be still my beating heart), but as I got absorbed in looking through the rest of the photos, I decided there was just too much fun to be had in these group shots. The flickr stream features a box of photos from the user's grandmother's collection, as well as photos from various and sundry members of the family-- between that and another stream, there's 600 photos and almost 100 years of relatives accounted for! I love it. It's dedication to sharing vernacular photos like this that make me want to get up and hunt for Photo Friday entrants every week.

Well, what are we waiting for? Let's look!


The grandfather in the center of this photo is probably the reason I chose this one to include in the first place. I was reminded of a western, I can't remember which, where the main character instructs two other characters on the significance of how you wear your hat-- up here means one thing, back tilted on your head means another, down low means this...I wish I could think of the movie! The scene ends on a visual with both the people listening to the lecture realigning their hats to match their dispositions...can you spot the kind of serious, strong cool the center gentleman is quietly projecting from the center of the photo? I miss the days when your average fedora wearing guy looked like this, like someone out of the Old West, rather than like someone escaped from The Game Keep. Bid time return!


In this photo, do you think it's the same guy again, twenty years earlier? I love the billowing dress on the flapperette to the left, and the child streaking across the photo at bottom. "Floyd! You ruint the picture!" 


Here, teenagers doing what they have done since cameras were affordable: standing in in awkward little klatches, unposed, while one of their numbers snaps the shutter. I was talking to Matthew last night about how all the photos taken of me or by me during the whole of my high school and college years are just completely forgettable-- I have albums and albums of "that kid that used to be in my algebra class wearing a Roswell t-shirt" or "that girl I used to be friends with in 8th grade symbolically holding a stuffed monkey and a Mountain Dew can" or "me fleeing the camera, button-covered gas-mask-bag-as-purse-flying"...photos that were hardly worth processing! It must be easier now for kids because they can take 1,000,000 photos and just save them to Facebook...back then, I remember waiting for my photos at the one-hour counter and being delighted that we got "that photo of the geometry teacher asleep on the bus on the junior field trip!" [editor's note: all of the photos described are real photos somewhere in my possession...]


Now, talking about hats...everyone in this photo but one got the memo on not going bareheaded for the group photo they're about to take! I love how all these kids are obviously kids, not older than fourteen, probably, but with their grown up clothes and expressions, they look more mature than I do sitting behind the desk at work today!


"The running board is underutilized!" the man driving this tin lizzie seems to exclaim. "We could fit a bunch of our stuff and the dog on it if we really tried!"  See the three darkened passengers in the back seat, and the reminds-me-of-my-grandaddy ingenious jerry-rigging of what looks like part of a ladder to create extra cargo space on the side of the car? It might not look pretty, but it works! I wonder if they were moving or taking a trip, or what. Also, it was very good of that dog not to just jump off whenever he felt like it...think of what a good ride this must have been for that pup! 


This photo is funny just because I kept thinking about a rich cousin visiting relatives in a working class neighborhood, and having to shoo all these children off his car. "Hey! HEY! GET OFF OF THAT! And don't touch the trim...you little....get off my car!" As long as this photo was consensual between the car owner and the HORDE of "Our Gang" like denizens atop the roof, I'm ok with it.

And one solo, just to round out the bunch:


Have you seen a prettier solitary photo of a girl? I can't get over her hat, her expression, her print dress, that bony hip thrown out of the shadows to sass the viewer some eighty years after the photo was taken. Take your breath away.

The whole photostream is a LOT of fun...1920's dogs standing on 1920's cars, pretty girls in Photomats, dapper Edwardian dandies...all kinds of great stuff. Go'on go check it out!

That's all for this week...keep a good thought for me getting through some of this final hour wedding stuff, and I will see you on Monday! Have a great weekend! Til then.

Thursday, September 12, 2013

Vitality Shoes (1950-1953)

Good afternoon!

I'm a little late on posting today, but with good reason. The reference floor staff here at the library surprised me with a mini-work-wedding-shower! A copy of Betty Goes Vegan, a pretty card, and a gift certificate to Bed Bath and Beyond were all waiting for me in the east workroom. My friend Amy even got an enormous vegan cake from Whole Foods! Beautiful, non-dairy yellow and sage rosettes decorated the edges, with "Congratulations, Lisa!" iced across (many coworker asides of "What's in it?!" and "It's actually good!"). It was super sweet. Weddings, dude-- the whole process continues to bowl me over with the outpouring of kindness from friends and relations. If I live through this next week without bawling my eyes out for one reason or another, I think I'll be in good shape!

In non wedding related news-- shoes. Ohm'god, shoes.


Vitality Shoe Company, running out of good old St. Louis, MO, was an American shoe manufacturer-- I tried, in vain, to find more information about the brand, but only turned up a few instances of advertisements dating back to the late thirties', and these GORgeous paid panels in Life magazine, circa 1950-1953. LOOK. AT. THESE. SHOES. I know these are bound to be the "choicest" of selections from their spring and fall lineups those years, but note that there is a nary a dud in the entire spread. And that's rare! I can't think of a series of shoes I've seen in a magazine where ONE didn't command unfavorable comparison to chopped liver. I think the little off-kilter straps on those black heels above are nothing short of spectacular, but heck, they're all cute!

Here again a series of heels. Something I notice about fifties' and earlier shoes-- those stout, stylish talons on the back of 'em! I feel like everytime I go shoe-shopping, I'm being forced into one of three shoe-silhouettes-- the flip flop, the ultra-wedge, or the stiletto. Now, wedges I can wear with aplomb, but I sure do get tired of Sharon Stone movie murder weapon like teetering footwear, or the beach wear staple that allows one to hear me coming from a mile off (inelegant! INELEGANT!). I'm not a huge fan of flats because, like every other woman alive, I'd like my pins to appear as slim and fine-turned as possible, but I also know I'm not wasting an evening's foot pain on making myself six four for no reason. I would welcome this kind of shoe, but outside of vintage reproductions, I feel like there are few and far between to be found! When someone mentions Ginger Rogers doing everything Astaire does but backwards, in heels...heck, if I had a heel like this to support me, maybe I wouldn't be as wary of evening footwear as I am!

A spring display:

Oh, that red slingback. OHHH, those strappy black centerpiece shoes! Do you ever see anything like this out and about? I see sixties' buckled flats out all the time at Goodwill (in impossibly small sizes, natch), and I see some pretty, hard-lived busted leather pumps from the forties' every once and awhile, but I think I've hardly-next-to-never seen a pair of late forties' or early fifties' shoes that didn't look like they'd been drug under a tractor out in the wilds of non-Ebay, real-life vintage shopping. Maybe if I had smaller feet, I'd be on the hunt more often and thus see more examples of what I'm talking about...have I turned a blind eye out of spite? Or are they just not around?
While prom dresses and wedding dresses and good, well-cut coats are something a woman might hold on to her entire life due to the sentimental factor or the cost of these items, I guess shoes are more something, barring deadstock, that are worn and worn and worn, and then discarded? I was thinking at the desk today of all the shoes I'd really loved in high school, from a battered pair of Mary Janes to a peeptoe pair of sandals, to mid-calf biker boots I wore until the actual heel was trying to flop off-- none of these early 2000's shoes were made to last! I wore them for a year or two, and as they started to look too shabby or as parts became worn and then actually missing-- well, you had to toss 'em. I still have a pair of black low top Converses from year of our Lord 2003, but I think that's the eldest of my shoes. Do you have a similar situation with your shoe wardrobe? Or do you buy quality that will last (I am obviously not guilty of this)?


I will say I spied some larger sized shoes on the Ooh La La! Vintage Swap and Sell Shop facebook page (I haven't pulled the trigger on anything from these lovely vintage collectin' ladies, yet, but MY have I been TEMPTED, again and again)...see this listing for more from the seller. Size nine is still too small! I wonder if I'd been my same age in the fifties', and nourished with 1925-1950 food, if I would have grown to my gargantuan size? Maybe 1951 me could have worn a nine! My six-foot tall grandmother wore that size in the forties' (a 9 AAA, at that), but grew into a 10.5 by the time I was around to notice her similarly oversized feet.

So! What do you think about vintage shoes like this? Have any of the real deal? Good reproductions? Where do you look for vintage or vintage inspired footwear to go with your best circle skirt or patio dress? Let's talk!

That's all for today, but I'll see you back here tomorrow for Photo Friday! Til then.

Wednesday, September 11, 2013

Deborah Bowness Wallpaper (2013)

Good morning!

Well, I'll ask you straight out-- how often do I, your humble narrator here at She Was a Bird, get overly excited about something that is crisp, fresh, brand new, as opposed to faded, possibly mildewed, in short stock, or impossible to find? I'll tell you, it's far more likely for me to find something I love in the latter category than the former. However! Yesterday, as I working my way through the September issue of Vogue (the notoriously huge annual volume is 900 pages strong this year!), I came across a diminuitive little feature on Deborah Bowness's trompe l'oeil wallpaper, and you could have knocked me over with a feather. Ingenious! Bold! Gorgeous! Other-adjectives-I-wish-were-used-to-describe-me!


Here, for example, are three panels of wallpaper from her "Collections Collection", which features glass tableware. I'm reminded of Dorothy Draper or Elsa Schiaparelli for how clever and beautifully decorative this idea is-- not just a smart notion, but a stylish one! In the Vogue featurette, Bowness describes Ducamp, Magritte, and the surrealist and dada schools of art as major influence in the same breath as apologizing for the "obviousness" of those style choices. Well, yes! Of course, yes! Don't apologize, Miss, your work is totally aligned with those bright, simple, resonant ideas. I, for one, deeply miss the idea of a playful, while not at all childish, approach to interior design! Why not make it smart and pretty at the same time?


Bowness's work includes full panels of chairs, lamps, subway tile-- as well as cut outs. Don't have time to amass a gallery wall of weird, flea market prints of Tretchikoff and the like? Why not have one of these gorgeous 2D versions to flip your guests' respective wigs as they visit?


We were talking just yesterday about how SPACE is a newly important factor in my design aesthetic. The really fascinating thing about these Bowman wallpapers to me is the idea that you can have visual clutter, while maintaining minimalist space. The same happy feeling I get from seeing stacks of magazines and old picture frames can be cunningly recreated with two dimensional counterparts that charm without sucking the air out of the room.

Filing cabinets stacked to the ceiling? Why, yes! Please!


Clocks, clocks, all you can carry:


I think this would look cool under the chair rail in a kitchen or dining room:


And who knows! Maybe I would change my mind about books everywhere if they were an art installation rather than a physical manifestation of my compulsive buying habits!!


At $50 a yard, this is definitely high end wallpaper, but gosh! Look how cool it is! Maybe it's like those gorgeous handbags and shoes the article itself was neslted amongst....a luxury that might well be worth saving up for....

What do you think? Have you seen anything in a magazine lately that really just took your breath away for how interesting it was? 900 pages of Vogue, and this is the one thing that left me wowed!

That's all for today, but I'll catch you all here tomorrow. Have a great Wednesday! Til then!

Tuesday, September 10, 2013

Alexander Smith Carpets (Midcentury Interiors, 1950-1951)

Good morning!

Still hooked on Google books this week, I ran across a windfall of midcentury interiors that I thought to share with you guys today. Alexander Smith carpet advertisements may lure you in initially with their promises of "floor-plan rugs" in broadloom with names like "Barbizon" and "Balboa" (alliterative, too!), but I was so distracted by the furniture and interior design of these showrooms, I hardly had time to focus on the carpet at all! These beautiful domestic tableaux make me want to start slinging furniture and painting walls!

Let's take a look:


This is honestly what initially lured me away from today's planned post about a Gregory Peck movie (there's time enough to talk about that tall drink of water)-- apparently, a practicing lepidopterist  lives in this swank city dwelling. Things to notice-- the gallery spacing of the framed butterflies in shadow boxes, the circular, tripod legged end tables, the square yellow couches, and the accent chair in a weird, beautiful, possibly Asian-inspired print. If you told me an almost-grey-lavender, Hershey's brown, and pale yellow were in your design scheme, I would tell you you were out of your cotton picking mind, but look how fresh and inviting these colors look in this room. I usually hate dark colored walls with a passion (do you want your already-small room to invite comparisons to a dungeon?), but the yellow and lavender mediate the brown into dramatic rather than dismal interior design territory.


The textured rug in this picture does give the room a little more "oomph", but what I'm crazy about is that raw wood wall above the fireplace and that Brady Bunch style open staircase. The floor lamp and the lipstick red chairs are fantastic, but how about that colonial eagle on the hearth? One interesting aspect of early fifties' design, which you'll notice in the rest of these photos to a greater or lesser extent, is the compulsion to mix ultra-modern (Eames-y stuff) with ultra-quaint (Martha Washington stuff). Are the antiques to cushion the impact of too-much-modernity? I could never understand antiques antiques, as I've always been a kitsch collector myself. When someone drops a three or four figure price on Antiques Roadshow in the consultation part of the program, I always have a little inner gasp of "how do you spend that much money on one object?!". This is probably why I failed the "How Good is Your Taste" feature yesterday! :)


Perfect example of what I'm talking about. While the carpet, couch, and stone wall fireplace scream mid century, the rocking chair and dining room chairs, not to mention the whaling ship and bewigged historical figure on the wall, are strictly Williamsburg. I was reminded, in looking at this photos, of an anecdote in Sylvia Sidney's Needlepoint in which the Spencer Tracy co-star contacts a local historical society to lay hands on a needlepoint pattern that would best suit some chair cushions she was working on to match the East coast eighteenth century farmhouse she was restoring on her days off the Warner Brothers' lot. Me, I would just install myself in an ultra-Dietrich, probably campy as all get out Art Deco apartment in the Hollywood hills, if I were a starlet of the time, but Sylvia Sidney wanted buckles-and-breeches authenticity in her interior design adventures. To each his own, I guess!


You remember from the living room re-design I undertook earlier this year that I got rid of a lot, a lot, A LOT of my personal collection of books-- I look very differently upon these bookcases, as a result of that, than I would have say two years ago. The two years ago me is going "YES! MORE SPACE FOR BOOKS!", while the present me is thinking "Why spend so much of your hard-earned money and space on books when you can get them for free from the library and what's more, they store them for you!" In my late twenties', I find myself buying only books I'm relatively certain a library wouldn't have (weird science textbooks from the sixties', the silent movie star memoir that's out of print, etc, etc) and storing them as sparingly as possible. It's hard, being a bibliophile, not being cocooned in bookshelves bursting at the seams, but I just feel the room looks so much CALMER minus 1,000,000 volumes. Also, may I please have that arm chair and sofa. Thank you


The pops of color in this room are interesting-- while I actually hate that cafe curtain and the weird figurine waiting to fall off that window ledge, the green, red, yellow, and wood tones harmonize so well I can almost forgive that one blind side of taste over there. I've always wanted a desk like that in the lower right hand corner, sans computer or tchotchke, to write one's checks and read over one's bills. I always see Barbara Stanwyck or other strong female characters of forties' movies catching up on their correspondence or responding to dinner invitations at a desk, and by Godfrey, I want one, too! There's a desk in the office of our house, but it's cramped with a computer monitor, scanner, speakers, and other trappings of the information age. Would for some nice stationery and gold fountain pens there instead!


Last but not least, a bizarre little room that looks so Norman-Bates's-mother I was surprised it dated to year of our Lord 1950. The stuffy furniture and floral carpet is to reassure the reader that Alexander Smith carpets caters not only to the young moderns set, but also to their geriatric spinster aunts. Joking aside, I do like how quaint this room looks along the astro-space-age-ness of , say, the first two rooms in this post... it reminds me of the scene in Gone With the Wind where Scarlett's trying on a bonnet blockade running Rhett has brought her from England-- doesn't her Aunt Pitty's house look very similar to this room? But I digress. This room needs an injection of vibrant color but badly. That tiny milk glass pedestal bowl of flowers is not enough!!

So! What do you think about these Alexander Smith interiors? Which room would you like to snatch wholesale for your own home? Any design inspirations lately from the midcentury? Let's talk!

I have to get back to the grind, but I will see you back here tomorrow! Have a great Tuesday. Til then.

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