Sunday, 29 November 2015

The Hog's Back Mystery, Freeman Wills Crofts

Back in 2011 I wrote a post entitled The Disappearance of Freeman Wills Crofts, musing on the way one of the biggest names in 1930s crime fiction had seemingly been lost, with what remained of his work in print being very pricy. Well, hooray for the British Library, as they've started including some of Crofts' work in their Crime Classics series.

Wednesday, 18 November 2015

My outfit posts are a lie (sort of)

Gemma recently did a post on the history of her outfit shots, and how it showed her personal style changing and evolving. It was fascinating. (Annoyingly, I can't seem to find it to link directly to it.) As someone who's floundered a bit with style since my early 30s, which was when I stopped dressing as gothily as I had in my 20s, I was interested to see how my look had evolved on my blog. I don't feel as though I'm floundering so much any more, and I do feel as though I have a more coherent look – but would this be reflected in my photos? A quick check back surprised me rather.

Tuesday, 17 November 2015

Rat Pack Vegas Spectacular Show

My mum and her partner came to visit last weekend, and we took them to see the Rat Pack Vegas Spectacular Show at Trowbridge's Civic Centre. I don't have photos for you as they asked us not to take photos or video, otherwise I'd have sneaked one or two. We all love the music of Frank Sinatra, Dean Martin and Sammy Davis Jr, and it gave us all something fun to do for the night.

Friday, 13 November 2015

Jekyll and spies

Gorsh, time for a session of SPEAK MY BRANES. And I warn you, if you click on the link, I have a lot to waffle about, starting with some musings on ITV's 1930s-set Jekyll and Hyde.

Sunday, 8 November 2015

I met Vix!

I don't know what the weather's like where you are, but here in Darkest Wiltshire is has been utterly putrid (as they'd say in the Wilds of Norfolk, where I grew up*). Leaving the house for my Saturday morning trip to the butcher was bad enough, and Mr Robot and I got soaked through. I'd never have left the house again, only there was a Judy's Affordable Vintage Fair in Bath, and Vix and Jon were bringing Kinky Melon's stall. I really wanted to meet Vix, and had high hopes of finding some new clothes too. Since coming to realise that late 50s/early 60s stuff suits me best, I've been slowly shifting my wardrobe in that direction, and Kinky Melon struck me as the ideal place to look for things.
Looking at this photo, our frocks work pretty well together!

Wednesday, 4 November 2015

Adventures in Burlesque: the naming of cats

You only get to call yourself Kitten if you can live up to it...
I got very stressed by burlesque a while back. Actually, that's not true: I think I was disappointed at the show I was due to be in getting cancelled, and then pressure in other parts of my life manifested as a dissatisfaction with burlesque because that was about the only part of my life I could just drop, so I seriously considered dropping it. However, it seemed stupid to give up when I'd spent so long learning, so I decided to stick with it, and I'm so glad I did. I'm really enjoying classes again.

I think part of it is getting to know my fellow students better. I find the room full of people less intimidating, and I feel more part of things. Also, we've moved on to developing our stage personae. I've enjoyed that immensely, though coming up with a name was hard – T S Eliot may have written 'The naming of cats is a difficult matter', but he'd never tried to name a burlesquer. That's a difficult matter. In a way, you're bringing out your fantasy self, which is hard enough, before you start piling other significances onto your choice of name.

Monday, 2 November 2015

Who's Queen?

Okay, this is Princess Anne's.
But look at the beading!
I make no secret of the fact that Her Madge is one of my style icons - nantastic suits with giant brooches and always a boxy bag, how could she be anything else? I first really started to appreciate her clothes when I saw a small exhibition of some of them at the Fashion Museum in Bath. Besides the petite size, what really struck me was the workmanship, especially in some of the Norman Hartnell gowns. Needless to say, when I saw that there was going to be an exhibition of 150 items from the Queen's wardrobe next year, my first thought was that I had to see them.