It would seem that I have developed a new obsession, or should I say “fanned the flame” of an obsession that has been smoldering within for some time. My recent vacation in Germany exacerbated my hat collecting; the addiction was quite apparent to the room service staff of my hotel–upon making a bed covered in various hats–and passengers of the trans-Atlantic flight from Frankfurt to Dallas. The overhead bins bored by suitcase, suitcase, suitcase were alive with glee when stuffed by my hardly commonplace hat trunk (holding at least five hats). People just do not wear hats anymore, and attempting to find another hat trunk–because let’s face it, not all my hats fit, and I had to ship the others–is simply impossible. No one wears hats. No one needs hat trunks.
Needless to say, I wear hats, and though not all belong to such a category, a good portion of the head-toppers are of vintage sorts. Of course if one has vintage hats one must also have vintage clothing to match, I mean it only makes sense. Thus lead to searching for vintage clothing and patterns for making vintage clothing like the one shown above. Furthermore, if one buys vintage dresses the accompanying undergarments are also necessary. No one would wear 40s clothing with a modernly curved bra. Those boobs are supposed to be pointy! It is a corset or nothing!
Oh but the collecting, obsessing, and buying does not cease at corsets and bras. Searching for vintage lingerie of course lead to viewing vintage nightgowns and penoirs. Yes, I bought those too. Luckily, I already have a few pairs of vintage pumps. I love my heels.
The icing on the cake just might be the vintage 40s hairstyling guides that I purchased from Amazon. I may lack the patience for such meticulous styling, but I do have the text. We will see how that works out; I am sure pictures and frustrated words will be posted at some point to, at the least, mildly entertain the internet people.
Finger waving seems much too time consuming and the technique too outdated for the trouble, though I am looking into a large triple-barreled iron to create the same effect. Lazy, I know. Nevertheless, there are nearly hundreds of other curling methods, each with its own unique outcome, for me to attempt and most likely butcher.
While I am disgracing the art of 40s hairstyling, I will also be moonlighting as a dress maker in attempt to bulk up my vintage wardrobe. This obsession of mine is getting pricey, as
most Los Angeles vintage stores are GREATLY overpriced. However, this plan would work better if I could successfully make a dress from scratch. I am not claiming that cannot sew a dress, just simply noting the great void of proof that I can.
Ideally at some point in my life, preferably sooner than later, I will possess enough vintage items and the hairstyling skills so that I may make the 40s jump. The aesthetic goal is a mixture (solution for those chemistry types) between Jessica Rabbit and Rita Hayworth with a 80% Rita Hayworth concentration.
So if you see a vibrantly red, red-head walking the streets of Beverly Hills and Hollywood who looks freshly torn from an old photograph, well that red-head just might be me.
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flash // July 7, 2009 at 5:54 am |
Perfect!
smith // September 10, 2009 at 2:45 pm |
hello,
i was wondering if you if you have a source for that image
of jessica rabbit. im looking for the original image or still from that scene which seems to be removed from the dvd version if you have any information on that which would help please feel free to let me know.