The Family Closet...

photos from my personal collection
every few months or so i type my great great grandmother's name into google. a couple years ago there were a few blurbs and photos here and there along with her
Hollywood Forever memorial. so, a couple weeks ago i was doing some computer dilly dallying and thought that i would type her name. the basic information that is always provided i'm familiar with as it is family history...she was a Zeigfield Girl as well as the highest paid performer on the Vaudeville circuit. her name was a dark cloud over my great grandfathers stiff moral code. her daughter(my great grandmother Florence Tanguay Dufresne) was illegitimate and handed over to her aunt and uncle to be raised in a more "wholesome" manner. my aunt debbie has a stack of old photos and i have a few myself that i hold very dear. but when i stumbled upon some images that had been posted by the Henry Ford museum (that aren't the same ones that i had seen over and over as a little girl) i was blown away with pride. the one thing that i had never heard was her voice. in june i had done a youtube browse for her with no results, but this last time when i found this clip, i almost cried. Eva baby...you're a star.

listening to...

oh this new~ish band takes me back to the days of my teen angst. these lads are lovely in their brooding.
so very Echo, so very Joy Division, so very themselves...

rememberin'

taking pics for a shop update, eating apple slices with almond butter and Tom Waits pulls up on my itunes. years ago when i was married, my then husband(who liked the drink) decided at about one in the morning that he was going to track down the great Mister Waits' phone number. there were many calls put to 411 in New York City(?)...we were living in Tallahassee at the time. i just remember this drunken slurring of words, "no! thass Tom Thomas Tom Waits heez a musician.why don you know who he izzz? i dunno where he lives thass why i'm calling you."
man, what a drunk...
but, i am snickering as i write this and i definitely still have a fondness for tom waits.

as a milestone approaches...

Ms. Christensen you are so absolutely stunning at 40...thanks!
i think that it is so easy at times to slip into feeling a dread or a denial of age.
...for me that it is. i used to always say that i had a dorian grey complex.
and i wept on my 21st birthday for the passing of years.
time is swift and can often be cruel. and now 20 odd years later(yes, for real odd...in some ways and quiet and simple in others) i feel the number forty creeping up the path and i truly don't feel that much different. i mean i don't wander around in a macrame bikini top and a gypsy skirt so much anymore, but the converse are still there. i still loathe cottage cheese and i still love to ride a creaky old bike with a bell on it's handlebars. ok i need to wrap this up...blah blah blah. i could go on and on waxing poetic on the virtues of being forever young as a state of mind. all i will say is that i have something big planned in my year that will be forty...and that i have a slight girl crush on helena christensen because she IS forty and also i resurrected my love for john cusack after watching say anything for the gazillionth time the other night. the end.
photos of Helena Christensen for Odd Molly (via Haus Maus)

i can't get enough of this song...

scratch my name on your arm with a fountain pen...

i will never ever grow tired of these gents though at times my heart has strayed...
"This is the last night of the fair
And the grease in the hair
Of a speedway operator
Is all a tremulous heart requires
A schoolgirl is denied
She said : "How quickly would I die
If I jumped from the top of the parachutes ?"
i curse the day that i discarded my once beloved Smith's t-shirt
years ago
on a sunny island
down a dingy alley
my ways too cool for the angst of a previous year...

oh to be in london and to be a mad~hatter...or, another hero

i make hats on a fairly regular basis, but this first little film made me a little misty...it sums up very quickly, the hours of labour that go into making one simple top hat. i soooooooo wish that i was in London to see this exhibit.

just another hero and a lovely lass...