QUILT SHOW!!!

Make plans to attend the 40th anniversary, “Down Memory Lane” quilt show of the Charlotte Quilters’ Guild March 10 and 11, 9-4. Union County Agricultural and Cultural Center, 3230 Presson Drive, Monroe NC 28112. Show sponsors: Creative Sew and Vacuum; Elaine’s Attic; Featherweight Poppy; Martelli Enterprises; Sew Much Fun! and The Long Arm Network. I’ll be vending (Occasional Threads – look for my balloon!) along with Bear Hug Quiltworks; Deb Karasik; Dragonfly Quilt Shop; Loving Stitches; Pineapple Fabrics; Quilt Patch Fabrics; Shakerwood Woolens; Susan Edmonson Designs; The Quilter’s Gallery; Threads Run Through It; Threadsketched; Wood Quilt Blocks and Working Hands. Hope to see you there!

My booth will feature vintage quilt tops, table cloths, feed sacks and linens, my quilt patterns, hand-dyed fabrics, vintage buttons, hand-made items, vintage aprons, some class samples and hopefully kits (if they get back from the printer in time).   Please stop by to see me and the other great vendors, as well as over 180 amazing quilts.  There is a judged show as well as several “best of” quilts from years past.   Look for my balloon!

Thrifting Mondays – Isn’t it Romantic?

Posted June 25th, 2012 by Ellen and filed in Mid century, Thrifting Mondays, Vintage

Ready for her date?

I found this outstanding photo at an estate sale.  It fascinated me for several reasons.  First, the taffeta dress. Love the flirty little half-cap straps – not quite sleeves but more than just straps.  The dress fits well with a bodice embellished with lots of  crystal or gold beads.  Our “date” is wearing very long earrings and has placed bracelets over each elbow length glove.  DH and I cannot agreee whether she’s holding a clutch (my guess) or if parts of the fingers on her right hand are visible – perhaps to show off her red nails?

Our date night woman is obviously “all dolled up” as they said back in the day.  Her hair is styled, her cheeks rosy, lipstick (Revlon’s “Love That Red” perhaps?)  perfect, and eyebrows carefully drawn on.   She is wearing glittery shoes, barely visible in the photo and her shoulder sports a floral corsage.  When I was in junior high school, cymbidium orchids were the popular choice.  They could be purchased in the grocery store, their fragile beauty carefully packaged in  plastic boxes.

I’m guessing this photo is from the late 1950’s.  I’ll have to contact my friend Bill Little who collects vintage clothing. He could tell me in a heartbeat.  He and I used to watch old Hollywood movies on the telly whilst chatting on the phone, commenting on every costume and set detail.  I still love movies like that.  Many were so romantic with sweeping soundtracks.  I can look at this photo and immediately begin singing Rodgers and Hart’s “Isn’t it Romantic?”

Isn’t it romantic?
Music in the night, a dream that can be heard
Isn’t it romantic?
Moving shadows write the oldest magic word
I hear the breezes playing in the trees above
While all the world is saying you were meant for love

Isn’t it romantic?
Merely to be young on such a night as this?
Isn’t it romantic?
Every note that’s sung is like a lover’s kiss
Sweet symbols in the moonlight
Do you mean that I will fall in love per chance?
Isn’t it romance?

Sweet symbols in the moonlight
Do you mean that I will fall in love per chance?
Isn’t it romantic?
Isn’t it romance?

Ahhhhhhhh, I’m a sucker for romance every time.

Our mystery woman obviously paid close attention to every detail of her ensemble.  Such detail that surely she would have made note of the event for which she’d gone to such lengths.  But no.  Amazingly, nearly all notations on the back of the photograph refer to the room in which she’s standing:  Champagne white beads; white brick;  gold chair on right, green fringe;  blue wall; rose drapes; pink candles; pink and white flowers.

Where was she going?  DH tells me the photograph was done by a professional.  The lighting and weight of the paper were the clues.  Hiring a professional photographer to come to one’s home could not have been cheap.  Our damsel was dressed to the nines.  Was this a case of “all dressed up and no place to go?”  I hope not.  She’s smiling and looks happy.  I’m going to imagine her swept off her feet by a handsome beau, thoroughly enjoying a night on the town. Isn’t it romantic?