I recently came across my first cell phone. It had an antenna. For real. LMFAO. The original cell phones the size of a block of Velveeta were funny, but there’s something even funnier about that little LG from not that long ago, that looked so ridiculously out of date without being A-Track status. And yeah, there’s something novel and satisfying about vintage and antique technology, the sound of vinyl, the heft of a chrome toaster, the simplicity of a hand crank egg-beater.
Nothing beats a fun pattern, and what’s more fun than games? Most of the game-themed patterns that I have seen are casino and bingo related., geared at old ladies who take the shuttle-bus in their finest sequin headwear to sit with a bucket at the slot machines. Nothing wrong with that. I happen to love a silky black fabric with gold coins showering the queen of hearts. But if there’s a definitive opposite to that gaudiness and flash, it is chambray, a standard of the 90’s.
I love vintage brand names. And I don’t mean name-brands, I mean the actual brand names. Names used to say something both creatively and literally about the clothes. I have a dress with a slit on each side, creating two flaps. The brand name--”Flapdoodles.” I have a sweater with a V in both the front and back. The brand-name--”back to back.” This jacket’s brand is “Screen Door Threads.” Look at it from the front and you’ll say “that is an awesome jean-jacket.
This is a dope-ass purse. Take my word for it, or don’t, and read the following:
I saw this sweet teapot from afar and was drawn closer by it’s comforting, unassuming shape--a smooth pristinely white oval, like a perfectly formed, freshly laid egg with a perky spout and a goofy handle. I realized the teapot’s lid was an egg! A gorgeous, bright yellow yolk resting demurely on the white of an egg, fried expertly, sunny-side up. When I thought it couldn’t get any better, I saw that the wavy brown handle was in fact, a strip of bacon. Perfect. But I’m not easily satisfied.
First thing I thought when I saw this jacket--”Marh--een, Marh--een,.” Here is the word for word description of the show: “The random misadventures of Martin Payne, an abrasive loud-mouthed (though somewhat insecure) Detroit talk show host and his assortment of friends and enemies.” That doesn’t describe the jacket, but is too funny to be left out.
When picking items from the shop to blog about, I have been choosing items that I secretly hope no one will ever buy, so I can seize them for my own wardrobe. Very counter-productive strategy, I know. So sometimes it’s hard to put a finger on what exactly is so appealing. In general I adore wool trousers, and especially baggy ones that are kind of preppy-hobo or Denise Huxtable when she would steal clothes from Heathcliff. These have not only that going for them, but also one of my favorite color effects--wooly black, with sporadic pops of bright nubbies.
There are a few people in the world who are charming enough to make you feel comfortable and casual even though they happen to be a beautiful and intelligent, high-society duchess. These shoes do the same thing! Pristine cream and beige leather wingtip oxfords by Ferragamo, that are both casual and elegant at the same time. These shoes, like that rare person, let you be yourself, but somehow better, and with no effort or strain on either side. No boasting or bragging is needed to portray sheer class.
Michael Jordan, Scottie Pippen, Horace Grant, Bill Cartwright, Will Purdue, and this guy--1991 Chicago Bulls. The brand name on this Teddy Bear sums it up perfectly “Good Stuff.” Just like keeping the tag on your Jordans or New Era hat, this bear has kept his original NBA tag on his ear. He knows what’s up, although I’m not sure what’s up with his off brand four-stripe all fabric kicks. His outfit is as tight as, his socks are as high as , and he is every bit as awesome as the 1991 Chicago Bulls.