I am still around here somewhere… I am quite a bit behind on blogging and other internet activities. I have several home improvement projects going on as I am writing this- but I won’t bore you with the details. I am also adjusting to some of my children going back to school. My two oldest are back at high school for their second week and another son starts first grade on Thursday. I also have two children at home with me- one of which may or may not start PreK4 this year… it’s kind of up in the air right now (it’s a potty thing).
Somewhere in the midst of all this busyness, I am trying to have some fun on the weekends or at least on Sunday. Yesterday, I spent the day with my family at High Cliff State Park in Sherwood, Wisconsin, where we hiked through the woods around Lake Winnebago. It was a buggy and hot day! We were eaten alive by mosquitoes and the temperature was well over 90 F as we thumped through the forest pushing a double stroller. My kids said they had lots of fun, so I am happy- even if I am sitting here itching like mad as I type this up.
The Lime Kiln Ruins of High Cliff Park.
Besides hiking and water sports- High Cliff has lots to explore with a large marina and beach front area, a butterfly pond, Indian Mounds, lime kiln ruins and even a small general store/museum. I ducked into the museum for some air conditioning while the rest of my family played on one of the playgrounds near the beach. The museum had a lot of lovely antique/Victorian era goods and pictures from past area settlers and pioneers. Unfortunately- I didn’t bring my camera in the museum- I was too busy sucking in the air conditioning and enjoying the bug free atmosphere… and the quiet.
If you ever find yourself in the Sherwood area, High Cliff park is a must see. My only regret yesterday was that I didn’t take more pictures, but I have a very limited tolerance for heat and I spent a lot of the time there looking for bits of shade and cool breezes coming off the lake. Next time, I visit High Cliff I will definitely take the temperature in to consideration.
Anyway, September is almost here and I promise as fall arrives that I will finally get back to some regularly scheduled posting here and blog hopping. Until then- if I don’t see you until after the holiday- I’ll wish you a Happy Labor Day now.
Happy Labor Day from me- your itchy, vintage friend- Michelle
Last Sunday- I made plans to have a quiet day of meandering around the internet. I had hoped to write a few blog posts for ye old blog and then later visit my favorite blogs. I also recently joined an ETSY team last month and planned on making some Treasuries on Sunday to promote the other team members… that was until my husband informed me that the neighbors were inquiring as to whether or not I wanted a load of patio bricks.
I went over there to peek at the bricks and the next thing I know I am hauling them over to my yard in a little red wagon. As if that wasn’t more manual labor then I do in a whole year, shortly- thereafter and six popsicles later I found myself on the internet googling “how to build a patio.”
Which is actually an easy project, it doesn’t entail any brains just a lot of brawn- which I can honestly say now I am short on both…
So here I am digging a hole on my lazy Sunday late afternoon, because I thought it would be pretty easy considering I only had to dig 8 inches deep… but actually it was a lot of work back breaking, mind-numbing work. While I was digging I started thinking about how I could be blogging, reading blogs, and making Treasuries on ETSY but instead was spending my Sunday ditch-digging and getting eaten alive by mosquitoes. And that wasn’t really pleasant to think about at all so I thought I should try to think about things that would make ditch-digging fun!
In order to make it more enjoyable then it actually was, I envisioned myself finding some sort of vintage buried treasure and that I would have an insanely amazing blog post about all the cool crap I found in my back yard. I imagined that if I dug 8 inches down I might hit… oh I don’t know…perhaps the roof of a buried WWII bomb shelter stocked with all sorts of vintage goodies from the 1940s still beautifully, hermetically sealed just below my feet. Which is kind of stupid, because Wisconsin is the last place anyone would build a bomb shelter, because only the Canadians would want to bomb here. Needless to say all I ended up finding was a boatload of hacked in half worms, one mangy looking June bug and a really pretty blue swirled glass marble. I pocketed the marble and threw the June bug in the grass. I figured the marble was success enough and that I would take a picture of it and show you my beautiful vintage buried treasure I dug up in my own back yard.
Anyway- to make a long story short, I forgot about my marble when I threw my clothes down the laundry chute later that night and lost it. I have no marble, no treasure, and not much of a blog post either. I just hope you haven’t forgotten me, because I haven’t forgotten any of you and I will be visiting blogs and posting a few Treasuries for my team tonight.
Here’s a great vintage style video from the Squirrel Nut Zippers – Ghost of Stephen Foster. My husband showed this video to my six year old this weekend and he must of watched it 100 times… Enjoy!
A lovely signed Florenza shell cameo pendant/brooch.
I love this mint on card, sterling silver photo locket. It unscrews under the bail for you to insert your photo in.
A vintage sterling silver movable charm of stork carrying a baby boy. Adorable!
Here’s the same charm for a baby girl.
This is just a small preview of our new listings- we’ve also added some antique, Victorian jewelry, and some fun signed items from Sarah Coventry and Trifari. Stop in and window shop or leave a comment here. I’d love to hear from you. -Michelle
I just finished reading She Always Knew How: Mae West A Personal Biography by Charlotte Chandler. Unfortunately, I can’t recommend it and I am still wondering why I finished the book. Reading it was like watching a train wreck… you know you shouldn’t watch but yet you’re oddly compelled to. While I read the book, I had a nagging feeling that I could be better spending the time elsewhere and yet I managed to read through the entire book.
I can’t decide who gets the full blame for this bizarre, disconnected biography. The author interviewed Mae West shortly before she died in 1980 and yet this book was not realized until 2009 almost 30 years later. I have to wonder if the book was finished closer to the time Ms. Chandler interviewed Mae if this biography would have been more compelling and fluid and less like an anecdotal time line of Mae’s conquests and accomplishments. On the other hand, the subject being interviewed was Mae West, who at the time was well into her 80′s and still playing the public and private role of worlds greatest sex goddess. And at one point as I suppose age will do to anyone- the sex goddess persona becomes strangely campy and that makes for an uncomfortable read.
Regardless, I have to say Mae West is incredibly fascinating but she isn’t one of my favorite actresses. I am hesitant to call her an actress as she is more a persona or a “brand name”. Calling Mae West an actress is like calling Pamela Anderson an actress… (I am not making a comparison of the two by no means- just trying to illustrate my point). An actor or actress can be themselves in public or private once the camera stops filming and they put down the role, but a person that is a brand name or persona has to be this object their whole life and work really hard to maintain the persona. After years, or even decades of trying to maintain this larger then life persona the lines blur between the real person and the persona; and that is where it starts to become surreal and sad in my opinion.
Mae West worked her whole life to maintain her public persona, often referred to as “Diamond Lil” a character she created or by referring to herself as Mae West in third person. Her persona was the dame that no man could resist sexually and the woman- women admired for her unwillingness to be ashamed of her great love of sex. Her trademarks were a lot of risque quips and a sort of shimmying around. At several times in her early career she was heavily censored and even served jail time for public obscenity in relation to her stage shows. Today- she would be seen as quite tame, but in the 1920′s (her Broadway years) and 1930′s (when she moved to Hollywood to make films) she was a groundbreaking star who helped put female sexuality on the map and on an equal foothold with men. She practically dared people to tell her not to enjoy sex!
At her best, Mae West can be seen in the movies costarring with Cary Grant or W.C Fields. Below is the trailer for the 1933 film I’m No Angel .
At her worst- (towards the end of her life) she starred in the highly controversial Myra Breckenridge and Sextette. In Sextette- Mae had such notable costars as Timothy Dalton, Keith Moon, Ringo Starr and Alice Copper. Here in a clip from Sextette, is Timothy Dalton as Sir Michael Barrington serenading his new bride Marlo Manners (Mae West) on their honeymoon.
After reading She Always Knew How, I felt I wanted to know more about Ms. West, even if the biography was somewhat less then enjoyable. And I think Mae would have been okay with that, because if anything was important to her was that she always left her public wanting more of her…
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