Tuesday, November 4, 2014
Mariel hopped on one leg as she struggled to get into her pleated black skirt. With both legs in, she slid it up and zipped the side, pulling her favorite boucle teal sweater over her head as her arms flailed wildly. She loved this sweater - it matched her hair and she liked the vivid contrast of the bright color against her black leggings, boots and skirt. She tugged at the hem until it sat just right, and ran her fingers quickly through her hair.
Stretching her arm to its full length, she picked at a few stray cat hairs on the ribbed cuff of the sweater, discarding them onto the floor. Her phone buzzed with a text message and the screen illuminated. 5:48 PM.
"Oh no, " she moaned. She was going to be late. Again! The last time she was late for her music lessons her tutor had threatened to stop teaching her all together, and he was the best teacher in the city. If she was going to get into Wyverly University on a music scholarship, he was her best bet.
She hooked her finger into her key ring, jerking them off of the night stand in a raucous jangle of metal keys and plastic charms. Snatching up her phone she ran toward the door, reaching down only for a brief moment to pet her white cat. "See you later, Mr. Mog!" Her voice trailed off as she got closer to the door. She certainly didn't see the human-like, up-to-no-good grin on Mr. Mog's face as she latched the door behind her.
If you can't tell, I've been reading the Old Kingdom books by Garth Nix. It started with the recent release of Clariel, but now I'm re-reading Sabriel because I am so loathe to leave the Old Kingdom behind until the next book comes out. The idea's been rolling around in my head recently to play with the idea of Mogget and the descendants of the abhorsen family. So this quick little scene is just me playing with some ideas in my head. Perhaps something will come of it, perhaps not. Either way, here it is.
Tuesday, October 28, 2014
I decided to do a sample story and practice for my NaNiWriMo challenge. This coat from Dear Golden Vintage has always called to me - I think it has a story to tell. Whoever owned that coat was bold, independent and fun. I think its story is a happy one. It's a little rough around the edges - it's been so long since I've written a story. But here we go.
Snow floated down from the dark gray clouds, white and pure and swaying in the slight southern wind. It collected uneasily on the ground, wavering between solid and liquid. She pulled a handkerchief from her handbag and dusted away the soft snow on the park bench. It soaked through the thin fabric, and she stood staring down at the bench undecided. She didn’t really want to get her new green coat wet, but it could be a long wait.
“Evelyn!” She spun around as Michael rushed to meet her, his loafers sliding slightly in the slush of the park path.
“Mikey!” She squeaked, as he lifted her up and spun her around. His grip was tight around her waist, and she mused that the war had done him one favor at least.
“How have you been?” His hair was parted on the side, sweeping over his forehead, with the cowlick right where she remembered. His voice was deeper, though. She had to remember, this was not the same Michael she had said goodbye to all those years ago. She wanted to ignore that. Pick up where they left off.
“Aw, I’ve been fine! It’s been boring without all you fellas here. I took up a job as a secretary down town. It’s swell and the boss travels a lot so we girls are always having a gas at the office!” She laughed softly, grasping his hand between both of hers, the mottled gray of her rabbit fur cuffs enveloping both their hands like a muff. “Gee Mikey it’s been so long since I’ve seen ya! You look good!”
He grinned. “Let’s walk.”
She didn’t let go of his hand as they walked. She smiled straight ahead, and she realized suddenly that she wasn’t the same girl he left behind either. She felt stronger, more capable, more alive…more independent.
Suddenly he stopped, staring up a tree still clinging to its late October leaves. It was an early snow, and it clung to the leaves and weighed them down. “Evelyn, your letters, they” he stopped, and the breeze pushed his hair from his face. He looked over at her. “Hey that’s a swell coat.” She smiled, not wanting to push him to finish his thoughts before he was ready. He raised his finger and flicked the rabbit fur pom pom in the middle of her breast. He smiled. “Real swell.” Suddenly, his finger paused and his eyes lost focus. He stared for a minute over her shoulder.
“Mikey” she said softly.
“Hm?” He snapped back to focus. “Sorry Evelyn…I was off in the hinterland.”
She smiled at him, her round face and gentle curls putting him at ease. He smiled back, a lopsided smile. “Evelyn I got a lot of memories over there. Most of them weren’t great. But your letters, every time one of your letters arrived… Well, you got me through the war. Just tellin’ me of your day to day life, silly stuff you were up to, what you had for dinner and what you was doin’ with the girls. It kept me rooted. It brought me home.”
She squeezed his hand, looking down. She didn’t even blush. She was definitely a different girl. The 16 year old girl he left behind wouldn’t have taken his hand first, would have been pink in the face and wouldn’t have dreamed of being alone in the park with a man. But she wasn’t that girl anymore. She was a woman, one who bought a bright green coat to welcome back her soldier, one who had waited for so, so long. She looked up, and met his eyes.
She knew then, for sure. She had hoped of course, but she knew. They were both different, both changed, both with their own demons, but they were still meant to be together. In a flash she saw it all – the farm they would buy after a few more years of work, the golden retriever named Mac they would get from a fellow at Christmas, the evenings with friends, the kids, the everything.
She squeezed his hand once more and smiled, blushing a little this time. “Let’s keep walking” she said.
Wednesday, October 15, 2014
I haven't been writing much for the past few years. I don't just mean blogging, I mean writing. I have a degree in creative writing, but aside from using my writing skills at work there's not much writing in my life. In my Etsy listings I strive to keep it simple and descriptive, without bogging the shoppers down with a detailed story or setting. It's good for getting listings up fast, with accurate decriptions that don't have fluff, but it really doesn't satisfy the storyteller in me.
For the last few days or weeks I've been craving writing again. I always knew the day would come when I wanted to start writing again, but I've been so consistently busy that I keep putting it off... off..off. Save it for another day. But my cravings almost always get the better of me, and this time is no exception. I need to write. I need to tell stories.
So for the month of November, I'm going to try to post a story a day here on the blog. Not just any story, though. I'll be using pieces from my Etsy shop as anchors to each story. The clothes talk to me when I pick them up off the racks and decide to take them home. They tell me a story about who they have been worn by, and who they will be worn by. So I'm going to tell some of those stories.
NaNoWriMo stands for "National Novel Writing Month" and while I'm not going to be writing a novel, I am going to be committing to writing every day in November. I'm going to be telling 30 stories of 30 garments. And I'm going to be doing it right here.
Tuesday, August 19, 2014
Victorio Lucchino short sleeve jacket
$1,370 - yoox.com
$1,370 - yoox.com
Black suede shoes
$54 - fashionunion.com
$54 - fashionunion.com
$61 - littlemoose.co.uk
$61 - littlemoose.co.uk
Dorus Mhor gold filled necklace
Blu Bijoux infinity charm
Wednesday, August 13, 2014
Tuesday, August 5, 2014
Plus size dresses and really quality vintage is so hard to come by! I'm always on the lookout for dresses in all sizes, and here are a few of the beauties that I found, size Large to XXL... Just click on the image to see the listing!
|1950s Floral Dress|
|1940s Sophistication Dress|
|1960s Floral Lace Dress|
|1950s Wiggle Squiggle Dress|
|1950s Polka Dot Dress|
|1950s Brocade Dress|
|1960s Baby Blue Dress|
|1980s Stretch Stripes Dress|
Monday, June 16, 2014
Hey Foxburrow Girls (and guys)! Make sure to RSVP to this year's 2014 Vintage Bazaar on the Foxburrow Facebook page and get 20% off your entire purchase at the Foxburrow tent!!!
|2013 Vintage Bazaar|
The Bazaar is held at 45 Ferry Rd. Salisbury MA at Pettengill Flower Farm. It's a fantastic experience for the whole family!