These cozy, gloomy autumn mornings are perfect for rearranging and hibernation prep, and out of these last few days came my new favorite little nook. For some reason I hadn’t been feeling very creative or inspired, so I was excited when I finally channeled some kung fu and got things settled.
I reworked our new PS cabinet into more of an office/key drop area in an attempt to be more organized. I liked it before with my heart bowls, but it wasn’t as functional as it needed to be, especially since it sits just inside the front door. The white tray used to house remotes and notes on the coffee table, but since we use the table so often we kept having to move the tray to another spot, and then back again when we were done. Finally I decided to give it a new, permanent home here and it’s perfect for pens and paper. And at the base of our note board it makes lots of sense. I like hiding keys and other weirdness in the little brass box–the things you use regularly but maybe shouldn’t be left out all the time. You know what’s in there? Nail clippers. Like, four pair because Andrew has some weird thing with nail clippers.
And I think my very favorite part of this new nook is a home for two of my most treasured pieces. I got these tiny little guys on a fourth grade class trip to New Mexico! These are ceramic pieces from the Acoma Pueblo outside of Albequerque and until now they’ve been scattered in random and obscure places. Seeing them everyday brings back happy memories of New Mexico, soppapillas with honey, and the trip home when Scott Wilson bought me a beaded bracelet and had Eddie Gleason give it to me but I was so shy and embarrassed that I hid it away. So yeah…find your old, favorite tchotchkes and get them out of hiding. It will make you happy.
After a few years of trying to add a few key pieces to my jewelry collection, I’ve finally realized that nothing will ever be as good as the pieces I stole from my mom, who had inherited them from my grandmother and great-grandmother. They just don’t make them like they used to, and even with a few missing beads and links they are my very favorite pieces. I suppose my message here is to raid mom’s jewelry box if the mass-produced modern guys just aren’t doin’ it for you.
Can you imagine being a teenager today? I’d probably die. I mean just thinking of the dynamics that social media brings to the hierarchy of teenage measures of acceptance makes me cringe. And basing my disgust at the current set of “role models” and idolized celebrities (ahem, the empire of shallowness that is the Kardashians) I often wonder where I’d fall along the line of today’s teenage standards. Yeah, I’d probably die.
Thinking of all this led me to these images, from a seemingly simpler time, and the dawn of the concept of teenager. From a LIFE feature in December of 1944, shot by photographer Nina Leen, these images focus on the carefree (despite wartime) world of the typical all-American teenage girl. Not to say that it was without drama (and then there’s the whole conformity thing), but still, there’s something very captivating about this life passed.
A great read check out the original feature and full gallery at LIFE online.
Check out these before and after pics of 1950’s Pin- Up girls. An early version of Photoshop where an illustrator would nip and tuck in the drawing room. It’s still very much an issue today, but the artistic license that was taken in many of these is pretty interesting; a uniform body-type and set of facial features.
I just adore the originals. More images here.
Steel waste baskets
I love the simplicity of these steel waste baskets, and I love even more that they’re not plastic. The retro vibe is legit (as opposed to feeling contrived), and for me it’s a total dose of sweet nostalgia. I remember these from my small grade school in Colorado…though those were missing the polish these have.
$34 each from Schoolhouse Electric & Supply, made in USA
Filed under: Nostalgia
Of course the holiday lands on a day that I already have off. Whatever. I have a day planned with the people I love most. Hope you do too. Listen to Marilyn, be safe out there.
See you on Thursday. Kiss!
[This and more great old-Hollywood pics here.]