Showing posts with label clothes maketh the woman. Show all posts
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Friday, 31 March 2017

Film Friday: Breakfast at Tiffanys 1961


Today on Film Friday: Breakfast at Tiffany's from 1961.

I love this film and even channelled Holly at the Goodwood Revival one year.
My, I was a Skinny Minnie back then!



A lonely, struggling writer becomes enchanted with his neighbour: an independent young woman who strives to be a high-climbing socialite with a penchant for high-fashion and wild parties. But, soon he uncovers the vulnerability she has at heart.


Breakfast at Tiffany's is a 1961 American romantic comedy film directed by Blake Edwards and written by George Axelrod, loosely based on Truman Capote's novella of the same name. Starring Audrey Hepburn and George Peppard, and featuring Patricia Neal, Buddy Ebsen, Martin Balsam, and Mickey Rooney, the film was initially released on October 5, 1961 by Paramount Pictures.


Audrey Hepburn's salary for the film was $750,000, making her the highest paid actress per film at the time.



Holly Golightly wears the same dresses all the way through the movie, simply changing the accessories to give each outfit a different look. Her black shift dress features through the movie at least four times.


Holly Golightly is supposed to be just nineteen years old when she meets with Paul. Audrey Hepburn was thirty-one years old when playing Holly.


Although it's never explained why Holly is wearing a bed sheet at her cocktail party, an earlier scene (cut before release) established she'd been taking a bath and had to improvise a gown on the spur of moment. The cut scene was featured in Life magazine pictorial shortly before film was released.


Did you know ...Tiffany's opened its doors on a Sunday for the first time since the 19th century so that filming could take place inside the store.


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Is this a film you enjoy?

Thursday, 30 March 2017

Seams


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Tights
*shudders*
Hate them.
Despite looking horrible and being uncomfortable, the 'long' ones are frequently, not long.


Now, stockings.


Especially seamed stockings.


Yes please.


I love them.
I have even purchased a pair of nylons from a spiv.


Despite the pain of getting them straight in the first instance, I think there is something very special about a pair of seamed stockings.


I went to meet my friend from the train station the other day and wore my black ones. A teeny hole turned to a ladder by the time I had got there, despite a dab of clear nail polish.


So I arrived home with my feet looking like I had walked a mile in my stockinged feet.


I turned to the internet to find replacements. The first few places I went to, I was looking at reviews.
Frankly, this got me nothing other than the knowledge that self confessed 'tramps' wore them with micro mini skirts and men purchased them for wives for the bedroom.


I then moved on to the place I purchased my eight strap suspender belt. While looking at delivery charges, I saw something that puzzled me ...


... when, oh when, did it start that stockings were sent through the post in discreet packaging?


Such a shame that they have become a 'discreet packaged' item when purchased in some places online.


I won't be buying online I don't think, though trying to find them in department stores is also becoming difficult.


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And two vintage suspender belts I own.
I don't wear them as they're for a 22" waist or something similarly teeny tiny.






Do you wear stockings?
Wear do you buy yours?

Tuesday, 14 March 2017

Pink Velvet



Hanging on the wardrobe in a garment bag is my prized pink velvet 1950's coat.
It cost me £10.
I don't often wear it as bright cherry brandy pink is quite the statement and you need perfect weather to wear it:
Cold, as it's a coat
But not cold enough that you need to button it
A perfect day with no threat of rain to ruin the velvet.



Tuesday of last week dawned bright and sunny, it was the perfect day for my coat. I wore my butterfly skirt, a twinset and pearls, both nan me downs, aurora borealis vintage earrings, a vintage chiffon hair scarf and my new to me black patent heels which I got recently from a charity shop in town for £7.25.

Andy wanted to go and see a man about fixing his guitar, or some such musician nonsense. I went along for the ride but consequently ended up sat in the car for half an hour. It was a beautiful day and how much nicer I thought it would be to be sat waiting in Meirionwen than our every day car. We had already seen a classic Saab sat outside a pub, so it was evidently the perfect day for taking a classic car for a spin. But I wasn't sat in Meirionwen, so I had to make do with watching a family of buzzards high in the sky, calling to each other as they caught the thermals.

So, when Andy finally emerged from seeing the man, the actual man, not the man that upset so many people in the past, It's the fault of The Man, man! The Man! Nor was it The Man who Lou Reed was waiting for in that famous Velvet Underground song.

Anyway. Once he was out, we set off at my request and collected Meirionwen. Her first proper run since September. We headed into Surrey as I wanted to go to a bespoke jewellers. Last year at out first classic car show I won a £50 gift voucher for said jewellers but couldn't actually afford any premade pieces he offered, so I returned with a labradorite cabochon and asked if he could do something with it so I could wear it as a pendant. He's going to sketch some ideas for me, so that's exciting.

It was fun walking back to Meirionwen in the sunshine as my coat looked vivid!
Oh the stares!

This done and dusted, we went for a little drive and ended up back near here at a pub we like. It's perfect for taking a classic car to, you often see them there in the summer. We had a drink there and then emerged into a cloudy overcast carpark and I hadn't even got a picture of my beautiful coat! And crikey O'Reilley, it was COLD! I was actually shivering.

Can you tell I was absolutely freezing?
Thankfully, as Meirionwen's engine is so far back under the bonnet,
she's actually toasty warm inside.

Shame it was such a gloomy point in the day as the pink just isn't popping here.


Andy, who is desperately in need of a haircut, claims date night this week is him taking me along to the barber so he can have his hair cut the way I like it ... aren't I spoiled?


Thursday, 2 March 2017

Twirl

Just playing around in a dusty barn.

Hat: charity shop
Cardigan - charity shop
Jacket - made by me
Collar - Lindy Bop
Skirt - Lindy Bop
Petticoats - eBay
Boots - retail

I didn't remove my hat in the cardi photos because I would have had shocking hat hair.
If I'm lucky it looks very 1920's, but usually hat hair makes me look like Crystal Tipps.

And yes, yes that is a somewhat disturbing, deflated black rubber blow up body emerging from the bonnet of the yellow car. I don't know what's going on and I'm not investigating either.
Some things are best left.






Sunday, 26 February 2017

Folly Come Lately

My week in three pictures and much waffle.

There has been a lot of Ricky Nelson here this past week as I have become somewhat obsessed with his voice. I've always had a thing for voices, speaking voices in particular but sometimes a singer comes along and makes me melt.




There has been a moderate amount of sewing too. I was ironing and pulled a freshly washed apron from the basket. It was torn, so I pulled it apart and pinned it back together. I then did the same to my other apron as it was sitting a little high when wearing it. I then spent Wednesday putting them back together and also turning Andy's tired work trousers into work shorts. I also did battle with the epic patchwork quilt cover that I started years ago now. I have absolutely had enough of it at this point and have decided that it can stay wonky and rustic, as I'm officially beyond caring.


Ann wanted to see the perfume I got after I told her that the stopper was designed by a glass designer. I may have told a fib as I have since found out the whole bottle was designed by Polish designer Bronislaw Krzysztof. I feel very fancy pants having this. I actually got this free in a goodie bag as an apology. £95 perfume as a freebie isn't to be sniffed at, well technically it is, but you know what I mean!





What else .. Oh yes, I rediscovered my white lace peignoir last weekend. There was me thinking I looked not unlike Christine from Phantom Of The Opera wearing it, but when teamed with my baby doll nightwear, Andy said I looked like I belonged in a 1950's New Orleans brothel. I believe this was meant to be a good thing.



Tuesday, 7 February 2017

More Flamingos, Gingham, Bunnies and a Bit of Normality

I am a little bit rubbish at getting round to actually taking photos off of my camera and when I have managed such, I usually recall I was meant to take a picture of something else to show too and forgot (red peignoir, scarf from Mim, for instance). I did just this today. So as not to break the habit of a lifetime, here are some random snaps with some I meant to show, missing.

This is the locket Andy got me for Christmas (amongst other things) and as Kezzie expressed an interest in seeing it, here it is! Inside are teeny tiny little charms.


And here are the charms he chose for me.
A black scotty dog. I generally like big dogs, like Irish Wolfhounds, salukis, borzois, that sort of thing, but I really like basset hounds and black scotty dogs. My scotty would be named Mr McCready as I have mentioned before.
A bunny.
A flamingo and a bee.
All things he knows I love.


There on the left is Larry, my Christmas flamingo, next to Pantoni my meetiversary flamingo from last year from Andy and Alexander, my Longleat flamingo. 


The key box we got as a joint gift for Christmas.
It was cream and shabby chic, but Andy painted it for me.
It has since taking this photo, fallen off the wall, hit me and broken the dustpan.



And at last, at last, at last!
Two years ago I started making this 1950's nightwear set.
Two years ago!

You may recall I could not make head nor tail of the pattern for the bloomettes. I wrote and asked my aunt for help and she, well she ignored me.
They sat waiting in my unfinished projects drawer until late last year when I gave them another go and bingo! I finally figured it out!
But then I put them away as it was nearing Christmas.
Recently I got a new sewing box in the sales, which I also forgot to photograph, and as I was gathering up my scattered sewing bits, popped the elastic for the bloomettes inside in the pocket and evidently forgot as I then turned the place upside down looking for the aforementioned elastic.

If any more proof is needed that I have the attention span of a lemur, well I don't know what to say.

I am now struck by just how much they look like something a baby would wear, hence the baby doll nightie label I suppose! Funny how you know it's called that but don't see it till it's right there in front of you!




It's been a noisy old day here so far, yesterday too actually. Workmen have set up camp outside, something to do with water pipes I believe. Consequently I haven't been able to hear myself think. Once the pneumatic drill has stopped I am able to put on some music though, as it quietens considerably to a dull roar.
Speaking of music, I made up a modern music playlist for myself and was playing it at the weekend. "This is modern to you is it?" asked Andy, as The Byrds were playing.
Yes. Yes it is, now hush.
I'm back to my usual music today, all those new sounds were starting to rattle me.

Belle had to go to the vet Sunday morning with suspected GI Stasis and we appear to have been lucky and nipped it in the bud as she was not only eating by the evening, but also getting in everywhere. She's also back to doing a double lap of honour when given a treat, as usual without the treat, as she's far too excited about the whole thing and doesn't realise she hasn't actually got it with her.



Some furniture was moved around Sunday, leaving quite the mess for me yesterday. I got the hall looking pretty good then realised all the moving about of furniture had blocked the convenient plug sockets so, I had to drape the vacuum lead across the bunny tent we made up and into the kitchen. Luckily the schmoos were napping, otherwise it would have been fun and games keeping them away from the Danger Worm aka vacuum lead. Then once finished, I realised I had nowhere neat to put the vacuum cleaner when I had finished (1950's Housewife Problems). This was also when flamingo key box took a tumble.

I've had a hankering to sew, to finish off another item at least from my unfinished projects drawer, this time, the patchwork quilt cover I am making, but in the upheaval, Yarn Crate, which is also where my sewing machine pedal lives, had vanished. So, as I was feeling creative, I decided to sit down and edit some of my novel. Such a novelty doing some writing, it seems an absolute age since I even attempted to do such a thing. There was crochet too, two squares were finished before Bob got his needy knickers on and decided he wanted endless stokes because evidently he was feeling insecure.

Saturday, 28 January 2017

Florals, Flamingos and Reindeer

I haven't shared outfit photos for a while, so decided to root through my photos to see what I hadn't shown.
So, unseen outfits!

This skirt is an odd one. My old petticoats have lost their oomph, so this skirt went largely unnoticed if I wore it with one of those pettis. The minute I wore it with a new one, this humble Lindy Bop circle skirt got compliments everywhere I went. Everywhere. In the hair salon, in shops, in the street. I also manage to knock things down as I pass. In fact, I would probably sweep a small child along with me without knowing.

No hair scarf which is odd.
Powder blue chiffon top, which I have had for absolutely years.
Hell Bunny belt, Lindy Bop skirt, eBay petticoat and old, old teal t-bar shoes which I love but are very uncomfortable for walking about in.


Skirt!
FLAMINGO skirt from Lindy Bop.
I swear, I stalked their new in section from the second I saw flamingos would feature in a skirt. Everyday, twice a day.
I was so overexcited when I saw it pop up and couldn't order fast enough and then without paying for next day delivery, it arrived promptly next morning. For a while I draped it on the back of the sofa so I could just stare lovingly at it. Then it hung on the wardrobe for a while, as I savoured the fact that I finally had a flamingo skirt.
The pale pink blouse is very old indeed, I love it and the belt is my Hell Bunny one.
My belt is also a wonky one.


Christmas jumper.
Also winter jumper, it's snuggly and I don't like to give it up!
I have though, abandoned my beret for my new fur hat.


Ultra faded Lindy Bop circle skirt, aforementioned jumper and my winter boots.
Andy always says my winter outfits make me look as though I am ready to go ice skating.


Matching cardigan to my handbag! Lordy, bad lighting a go go!
Lindy Bop skirt. The zip broke the other day, trapping me inside. I started unpicking it and then had to rip the zip fabric as it wasn't unpicking at all. It was then that the pesky thing freed and started working perfectly. Phooey. I then had to sew it back in. Sigh.