It’s Friday and dinner parties are on my mind, which reminded me of this fun little booklet I picked up not too long ago. Designed for an early prototype of the DIY goddess, this booklet is full of adorable party ideas.
Halloween has just passed, and all the leaves of the trees around my apartment have transformed by now into shades of deep reds and oranges. Although the weather has been a bit fickle over the last few weeks, surprising us with random days of 75 degrees plus temperatures, this week was the first that really felt like Autumn. And with that realization came an intense desire to cook something as full of Autumn flavors as I possibly could dream up, less than a month before the ultimate Fall feast itself, Thanksgiving.
When I became engaged, basically the only thing I knew about my wedding-to-be was that I wanted to wear a vintage 1930’s wedding gown. This was an easy decision that I had been clinging onto since I was a little girl, when my parents would show me 1930’s romantic comedies in which stars like Jean Harlow and Norma Shearer wore stunning bias-cut wedding gowns with endless veils. To me, these were the most beautiful brides, and since watching those movies as a child, I have been determined to emulate this style for my own wedding.
“I found myself sitting in a car and in the other corner was a girl with the most beautiful eyes. They were the biggest eyes I had ever seen. But they didn’t trust me. I could see that. They never have.”
Those are the words of Norma Shearer, and the “girl with the most beautiful eyes” she refers to is none other than Joan Crawford. Back in 1925, however, when this meeting took place, Joan was the scrawny and virtually unknown Lucille Le Seur, and was brought to the set to perform as Norma’s uncredited double in “Lady of the Night,” a film that had Shearer playing two parts.
It seems fitting that my first post be about Jean Harlow’s lingerie.
For my first week of the fourth grade, I was told I had to prepare a book report in the form of a mobile, creating little pictures to hang from a clothes hanger and some twine, on which the back of the pictures would contain key facts about the book I read. What did I choose? Those Glorious Glamour Years, or “The Fashion Bible” as my mother and I called it.