Monday, July 8, 2013

What the Art Teacher Wore #69

On the Fourth: When I heard Anthropologie was having their 20%-Off-Everything-Still-Overpriced-But-We-Call-It-a-Sale-to-Soften-the-Blow Sale, I knew I had to get over there and see if they had this dress in my size. And they did! AND I managed to use a gift card, making the dress, like, free-ish. I mean, they practically paid me to take it. So I was actually doin' them a favor. Because I'm a giver. belt: Pin Up Girl Clothing; shoes: DIY here
 Hiya, kids. I don't know if you missed me or not (the correct answer here is: YES! We did! We've been worried sick, crying every night, checking your blog religiously, where have you been young lady?!) but I've been on a little bit of a laz-cation. We didn't make plans for the holiday weekend and then it rained for five days straight during which we started building an ark and then remembered we had kayaks and then remembered we'd never get all those stinkin' animals in our kayaks so we had some ice cream and took a nap. Seriously. That was our fourth of July. Oh! And we bought cat food. Because, in all seriousness, if we could only save one kind of animal, it'd have to be kitties. And camels because they spit at people and I think that's hilarious. Mostly because I often have the same urge.
So this super sweet vintage fabric has been in my stash for ages. I love it so much that every now and then, I just take it out and look at it adoringly. I finally came upon what I think is the perfect dress pattern for this fabric and I'm excited to share it with you as soon as the beast is complete. Because, in a moment of insanity, I decided to use another Butterick pattern. Keep me in your thoughts, would ya?
 So, yeah, the holiday weekend was pretty lax. We actually didn't even venture out to see fireworks, mostly because it was raining and the other mostly because we are Firework Connoisseurs. Some people might even refer to us as snobs but I say, "Until you've watched your husband spend $280 in an Alabama Fireworks/Flea Market/Grocery Store type place and then watched him set them off at a local elementary school but only after using them to blow up the gingerbread houses your family lovingly crafted, you don't know the Power of Fireworks." Which is probably why no one talks to me because I have a tendency to go off on random rants. AND because I spit at people. But only when annoyed.
Rainy Day Estate Salin': Turns out the day after the fourth of July isn't the best day to go estate salin'. Even still, my buddies and I managed to score a coupla goodies. On the cheap too as my bartering skillz are jammin'. Mostly cuz the folks running the estate sales will do just about anything to get rid of me. dress: vintage, thrifted; belt: LOST! I busted out of the thing getting in and out of the car and, sadly, lost my wee bow belt, sigh; sweater: Betsy Johnson, Buffalo Exchange; boots: Hunter
 I did manage to venture out to a couple of estate sales this week so I thought I'd share my scores with you. Which is what the "When I Scored" part of the post title is all about. Lest you think I was referring to something else. You naughty reader.
Lefty pinking shears, a super old button holer AND that wee container of hem marking powder. Which I convinced the estate sale dude to give me for free because, "Look at it, it's gross. You'll just end up throwing it away, so it's like I'm taking the trash out for you!" (See, this is why they hate me).
There's still white powder in it. Which could be vintage cocaine because that woulda been the ultimate place to hide one's coke, dontcha think?! I can just imagine the scene now: "Why, what do we have here, Betty?!" // "Oh, you silly husband! It's my hem marking powder aka How-Do-You-Think-I-Manage-to-Keep-the-House-so-Clean-Make-Three-Square-Meals-AND-Put-Up-with-You-with-a-Smile-on-my-Face powder. Whichever you'd prefer to call it, dear."
Let's Go Barbecuin': A buddy of ours had us over for a cookout which was a lot of fun. I have this bad habit of getting stuck in homebody/sewing room mode and I sometimes have to be forced to leave the house. This was one of those times and it was totally worth changing out of my 3pm-in-the-afternoon pajamas for. dress: vintage; sandals: Target, old
At one sale, I scored two large vintage scrapbooks for a dollar each. On the first page of this scrapbook, there were tons of these sweet get-well cards.
Complete with hand-written notes! I love letters, especially vintage ones. Their handwriting and choice of wording is always so elegant to me.
The other scrapbook was a total trip. It was completely full of page after page of wedding and shower announcements, invitations, and newspaper clippings. It had the Always-the-Bridesmaid-Never-the-Bride feel to it.
Most of the announcements were from the 1940s with many grooms in their military garb. It was like a book full of Baby Boomin' Baby Mamas and Papas.
Some pages of the book were simply cutouts from magazines...like a bridal pinterest board from the 1950's, dontcha think?
 And that's all I've got to show for myself from this past week. And I'm not promising much more this week as my baby bro (he's 10 years my junior) and maw are coming in for a visit. Again, be thinking of me, would ya? I have no idea what we'll be up to, but I'll be certain to pop back in and say hello. I'd hate for you to get all worried about me again, geesh.

Hope your week is grand!






13 comments:

  1. Those scrapbooks! Stories within stories, to be sure. Remember, one of these days you're going to show us loyal readers how you manage to keep that super clean and neat house and all the fab vintage clothes and stuff. You've gotta have wisdom and inspiration and helpful tips for the organizationally challenged among us.

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    1. Oh, GURL! Do I have you fooled ;) Would it make you feel better to know that we have a room called "The Hoarder Room" full of my finds?! Yeah, not as organized as I got you believin' but thanks for your sweet words!

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  2. Such cool stuff you found! Love the Wiss pinking shears! My mom had a pair and you NEVER used them to cut anything out lest you wanted to endure the rath of the seamstress mother! :)

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    1. Oh, i know and I'm sooo bad that I use mine on paper every now and then and I just know I'm not supposed to!

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  3. We did nothing on the 4th really except clean the house a bit, so don't feel bad!

    Love that Anthro dress, by the way. And I can't wait to see what you do with that amazing vintage fabric. From your last Butterick experience and what you called Mrs. Butterick (did you call her that or did I make that up), I cringed a little on your behalf. But I know you can totally do it!

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    1. I know, Mrs. B is a total, well, you know. AND I'm struggling. You need to take a road trip to TN and help me, Mrs. Butterick is gonna kill me, blaaaaah.

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  4. This is the kind of post where one scroll and read through does not suffice. I happily went back two more times to gush and swoon over not only over your marvelous outfits (that nautical print dress - my goodness, it's off-the-charts awesome!), but also the wonderful vintage treasures you found. So much loveliness to start my Tuesday morning off with!

    ♥ Jessica

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    1. You are so sweet! Thank you for reading. I'm STILL rereading your 1980's blog post!

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  5. I can't wait to see what you've made with that fabric! Those scrapbooks are so awesome! Vintage Cocaine? Hmmm...is there a market for that? HAHAHAHA!

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    1. I can't wait to see if I can actually pull off what I'm trying to make with this fabric! Maybe a little vintage coke WOULD help!

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  6. Oh, myyyy!!!!! What a delightful compendium of work you've amassed!!!!! I'll be back for more, just directed to your blog today!!!!

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    1. I know, I got kinda lucky! Thanks for dropping by :)

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  7. Ah...my mom and dad have those same wedding napkins in their album. Their anniversary was yesterday. A really sweet love story that lasted sixty three and a half years - we lost my daddy in January. You wonder how many of those in your scrap books are still here. The greatest generation indeed.

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