Showing posts with label Depression dress. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Depression dress. Show all posts

Tuesday, 31 July 2012

Letting go

 

Hard as it is sometimes, one has to make the decision of letting go of some of the "precious" one owns. So I'm now parting with two of my treasures, the first of which is this amazing and so rare cotton dress available here for purchase.


The second item is this this beautiful 1920s style dress which you have seen recently on this blog. This is brand new and looking for a suitable home ...sigh...but needs must. Available here. Gosh I'm so bad I'm still hesitating about this one...


Another addition to my etsy shop is this unusual fabric bag, for sewing or knitting work, with a beautiful silver plated frame and generous proportions, available here.


Friday, 30 September 2011

The age of innocence


Childhood revisited or to put it bluntly, mutton dressed as lamb? Call it as you may, I obviously couldn't resist the temptation (see the grin). 
My worst to date, Mr P endeavored to remark. Apparently I have absolutely outdone myself in choosing the most unflattering shape and going for the "institutionalized child" look, possibly slightly retarded too...Ha ha! Well it certainly isn't one of my more mature choices... Joke aside, I can see where he's coming from ...if by institutionalized he means an early 30's boarding school, that is :).
Because that's where this piece of cloth works its magic for me. The evocative capacity is second to none among the vintage I posses . And while by no means do  I have a comprehensive collection, I still find the fact significant.
"This dress is not as nice as you think" says he. Yet the point is not that, but a different matter altogether. 
...I'm about to chase butterflies, roll in the grass and watch the clouds become fiery dragons reduced to nothing by valiant princes, my eyes dipped into the blue, my heart soaked into the light of this eternal summer... So it's not "nice" I give you, my friend - or rather, I give to myself - but a split second of a paradise forever lost, or perhaps only ever imagined, a glimpse du temps perdu I could almost catch through my tinted glass of nostalgia.