As anyone who has ever shared a meal with Cathy and wondered why she was eating off their plate soon realized, Cathy's eyesight is not one of her strengths. Most of the time she's stumbling around in semi-darkness, poor thing.
Kids, it's still 1942 at MPB for better or for worse. So bring out the popcorn and let's watch "Holiday Inn," "For Me and My Gal, "You Were Never Lovelier" and "Casablanca" -- a quadruple feature. Just stay home from work, OK?
So, 1942 -- I remember it well! Well, not really; my connection to it is mainly through Hollywood movies (actually, that's my connection to most things). For much of the world there was a war on, and that's how many of us still define the period: The WWII Years.
Friends, I rarely make reference to the behind-the-scenes world of Male Pattern Boldness or its upkeep. It seems, I don't know, unseemly, like pointing out that Baryshnikov sweats, and it spoils the illusion of effortlessness. In Show Business -- and that's what I consider this blog you realize -- one wants to focus on the Show and not the Business.
So remember how I kvetched on Wednesday about style versus comfort on these balmy summer days? And remember that I showed you this fabric I bought -- sort of a lawn-weight, eggshell white, loose cotton weave?
I'll skip the morning niceties today and cut to the chase: in my heart of hearts I long to dress like this -- a Twenties dandy aboard the Ile de France en route to, I don't know, Capri or something. I'd settle for Genoa.
I told you that I won that vintage Vogue American Designer Oscar de la Renta on eBay right -- the one that the Selfless Songstress assigned me? Well I received it yesterday and I must sayI love it. I've always admitted that Elame has impeccable taste.
So the day I bought that multicolored seersucker I also picked up a yard of this bold, sturdy stretch knit, thinking it would be great for Cathy. Then I changed my mind: I wanted to make myself another bathing suit and, fresh from my cabana set success, decided I would make a matching racing suit and tank top.
Good morning, Troy Donahue fans and others! I was genuinely moved at the outpouring of nostalgia yesterday toward our gone-but-not-forgotten Sixties idol, as well as flattered at the many comments acknowledging my eerie resemblance to same.
Still a little jet-lagged from her transcontinental flight, Cathy -- a true professional -- gave it her all during our photo shoot yesterday evening. It's amazing what a cold shower, black coffee, and some nicotine will do to get a model back on her feet!
I'm a native New Yorker and self-taught sewing fanatic! I started sewing in 2009 and today make all my own clothes using mostly vintage patterns and vintage sewing machines. Welcome to the warm and whimsical world of Male Pattern Boldness, where the conversation is sewing, style, fashion, fabric, and more!