Aug 10, 2012
Readers, tomorrow is MPB Day, and like so many of you, I have devoted today to prepping for the big event. I may skip the egg white, avocado, and wheat germ facial but the ultraviolet sunlamp is a must.
As far as hair, I'm thinking Eighties, but I can't make up my mind. I was flipping through my hairstyle magazines and came up with a few possibilities.
Be honest: too Morgan Brittany?
This might best be called the Mousse-keteer.
Perhaps a more masculine direction...
Do you agree that the Eighties was the last great hair decade? Do they still make Tenax? I loved that stuff.
In other news, I think focusing on Lana Turner's mid-Forties beach jacket from The Postman Always Rings Twice helped me to manifest the DVD at the library yesterday.
Friends, I love the film adaptations of James M. Cain's Mildred Pierce and Double Indemnity, but for me this MGM noir was a bit of a bore; in fact, it felt 45 minutes too long, which isn't good when a movie's less than two hours. I suppose the story is suspenseful in its way, but most of the time I was focused on things other than the plot. My interior monologue:
Lana Turner would have looked better in softer hairstyles.
I wonder how that turban is wrapped...
What a gorgeous shirt John Garfield is wearing.
I love the soft folds on the lapels of that suit jacket.
Great tucks on Lana's blouse...
Et cetera. I mean, the movie was competently made, and Lana was very good (for Lana), but it is not a first rate film in my opinion.
I wanted to share a few new patterns. I couldn't resist this bikini pattern when I saw it on Etsy last week, very reasonably priced. There was this strange period in the mid-Forties when whoever was illustrating Simplicity pattern envelopes drew all the women like Skooter dolls. Most unappealing.
Readers, I enjoy oatmeal, so when I saw this 1959 pattern, designed by Luis Estevez exclusively for the Quaker Oats Company, I had to have it. Because nothing says Fifties chic like the contents of a feed bag.
A quick trip to the Salvation Army this morning yielded this broken rhinestone pin, which I'll stitch onto something. And for the very first time, I saw a Singer treadle table there (complete with pretty crappy looking machine head) -- $100.
Friends, I think that's it. I hope those of you who won't be able to make it to MPB Day in NYC will still be marking the occasion with a special hairdo. Think color, cut, and volume!
Happy Friday, everybody! (MPB Day details here.)