Sunday, July 3, 2011

Americana....Happy Birthday Stephen Foster

America is a dream.... where everyone can get a pretty good life if they only work hard. Of course this is not true. Every human that has ever lived and doesn't lie to themselves....Knows that luck has a lot to do with having a pretty good life.
The dream of freedom, the dream of rewards, the dream of equality, the dream of balancing laws with liberty.....America is a work in Progress.

All over the globe, people love our Americana. Our American songs, our American inventions....and our dreams. Levis, cowboy boots, fast cars, baseball, apple pie and Moms.
I love to find vintage Americana, because I love to honor the hard work, ingenuity, and good luck of things made right here in America.



While we most associate America with success stories, like Levi Strauss and J.C. Penney, there are other stories of hard work, talent and perseverance that do not bring money or glory.

---- Levis vintage 501 jeans----
Levi Strauss invented the modern blue jean made of indigo-dyed cotton denim, beginning in 1853.





A quintessential American story, that details the more common tale of a hard-working American talent, is the fatalistic short life of the beloved and other-worldly talent possessed by Stephen Foster, who wrote some of the most iconic American songs ever penned in America's 233-ish years.




Stephen Foster was born on July 4, 1826 near Pittsburgh. He composed the popular music of the day in the middle of the 19th century. He wrote minstrel songs and sentimental songs and possessed an immense inborn musical talent.

His family's servant took the boy to her church on Sunday, and he was introduced to the minstrel and the working class songs of the black culture. As a child, he was greatly influenced by the music he heard in the Pittsburgh church the negroes attended in segregated times in the North. This led to his belief that his writing should show negroes as human beings and not just as caricatures. It was very important to Foster to end slavery, to make America a place of the promise of equality.

---- JC Penneys vintage 60s shirt ----
Opened as the Golden Rule store in Kemmerer, Wyoming, 1902.






Oh!Susanna  was written in 1848 when he was 22, and sold for $100. (The California Gold Rush would start the next year, and Oh! Susanna became the "theme" song ! The Gold Rush helped Mr. Levi Strauss invent the blue jean, he called "waist overalls").

The next year he contracted with Firth, Pond & Co Publishers, and wrote  Swanee River. In 1850 he married Jane MacDowell, and they had a daughter. In 1852 they visited the South, Foster intent on becoming the best Negro minstrel song writer. Foster's only songwriting income was the royalty on sheet-music sales since there were no albums, no radio or iPod. He earned about  $15091.00 during his life and very little from performances of his songs. Eventually he sold all his rights for about $1900.00, equivalent to nearly $46,000.00 in today's dollars.
Stephen Foster's song royalties would be worth millions today. The profits from his immensely popular songs went to others.

In the 1850's, Foster's wife left him, his best friend died and both his parents died. This song Hard Times Come Again No More, was written in 1854.





Being an artist and not a far-thinking CPA or MBA, in 1857 he fell on hard times. By 1860 hard times ravaged his morale and he sank deeply into alcoholism, and went back to New York City and lived with his wife and daughter, who left him the next year.
During the Civil War era, he wrote many more songs and handed them to his publisher for a small amount of money without a contract. The uncertain economic times, left music publishers unable to pay a fair amount to artists. Stephen Foster lived in poverty and died a pauper in 1864 at the age of 37.


He penned about 200 songs, often writing both the lyrics and music.
A very short list:
Hard Times No More,  Swanee River,  Camptown Races,  Nelly Bly,  My Old Kentucky Home,  Oh! Susanna,  Jeanie with the Light Brown Hair,  Beautiful Dreamer.

---- Converse ----
Converse sport shoes began when Marquis M. Converse opened the doors of the Converse Rubber Shoe Company in Malden, Mass., in 1908.

Friday, July 1, 2011

Bathrooooooms

bathroomi.
It's prolly the KILZ. That's some heavy duty nasty killz-me chemicals. But if we want a pretty bathroom, one must suffer.
First the Kilz, then the paint. 
So, drugged from the chems, I goooogled "bathrooms".
This is the first pic that showed up on gggggoooogle images. Google knows me. Google knows what I like.

from Brad Feld. He is rich and invests in companies and lives in Denver. And likes bathrooms. We are a great match.


House Beautiful has a slideshow. 
as I scroll thru I see stripes. I see Toile. Big fan of both.
But, I won't (maybe) combine them in my bath decor. Hmm, we'll see.
The other thing I think about...is that...I can't change anything. I'm stuck with what I have. My stupid tub. My nasty nasty sink cabinet. All of it.
I'll never have a home again where I can change things. This is not a happy feeling. Therefore I obsess on the things I can.
Paint.
Towels.
Curtain.
Soap.
Mirrors.
Pictures.
Sublimation.....The Renter's best drug. Next to Vodka.





English style.
That table turned into a sink cab....is really dumb. It looks all wrong. And I do not like sinks on top of the counter. Splashy splashy. Clean, clean, clean. But other than that...pretty cute.

Wednesday, June 29, 2011

It's snowing flowers....and one random dude...

The backyard on a sunny day.....green grass, the beans and sunflowers are growing....the lobelia, fuschias and geraniums are making pretty colors....Of course, it's not growing fast enough for me....the green grass is growing fast tho....
;-)





Here's the lovely locust trees in full bloom.........it looks like white wisteria....and they are cousins in the flower world.......Pea relatives....they are........and they have a gentle fragrance.........
they look harmless, eh?





and then the wind blows....... the rain falls....and we are in a flower storm!
that white stuff......millions of little white pea-shaped blossoms......






And on Tuesday, Mark and I were weeding and mowing, and dude was just walking down the street playing his guitar.....He must have been at least 113 years old....


Monday, June 27, 2011

Painting is coming up

and how do we know this? we picked our bathroom wall color that's why. What color, pray tell......hmmmm, it's this but with a lot of white. It's a little color I like to call...."Chocolate bar left on the dashboard and then put in the freezer". It's mostly that freezer burn White but with some chocolate stirred in for warmth.
It may make me lick my walls.
I love the color in my living room. So, same thing, but....pale pale pale.
My color here, is from Ace Hardware, the color is Truffle. (food)


The color I want doesn't have a name. I'm buying some eggshell Ivory paint, and then drop in some of that chocolate/freezer/burn color....a bit like this below.... Safari. So me.






The curtain across the shower will be raw silk that I used on the couch. I'm making a driftwood mobile to hang over the shower. Painting the golden oak and the light fixture.....White-ish.
No pics yet, but I did take some Befores. Here's a peek.....a door stop of driftwood.

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These 2 pics came from My Fave and My Best. I don't really like her modern Jonathan Adler/LA/modern/glam thing.......and I'm pretty sure she hates burlap (which I love!), but I like her bravado.(Jonathan Adler has it easy ...since all he does is re-do the 70s, yawn. Not the 70s (awesome) but that he just copies it and makes Bank)




Someone asked her, Jenny at MFAMB, to write a book. Wow. Since she cusses worse than me (yes, it's true), one might think she shouldn't write a book......but she's writing a book. I know I'll never get someone to publish the books I'm working on, so I'll have to self-publish, but that isn't gonna stop me from working on them.

What I love about the bedroom up there ^^^ (which is gonna get an update too), is the burlap, duh, and the white and the green. I hate that stupid hanging lamp thing, which I'm seeing on a lot of happy shiny bloggies. I think it's IKEA. OK, I like it, but it's not for me.

The living room below.....has stripes. One room in the house....the bath, the living room, the kitchen, or the bedroom...is gonna get some stripes....Trust Me.


Home Obnoxious Home

so, there's this new blog/photo/thing.....you take a pic from your past and go back and take the same pic again.....Dear Photograph.
Oh how much has changed.....Yes, you can go home again...but it always hurts. (meaning "pain, ache")
This is why we call it Nostalgia ---
from the wiki entry --
The word is a learned formation of a Greek compound, consisting of νόστος (nóstos), meaning "returning home", a Homeric word, and ἄλγος (álgos), meaning "pain, ache". It was described as a medical condition, a form of melancholy, in the Early Modern period, and came to be an important topic in Romanticism.[1]

Definition of NOSTALGIA
1
the state of being homesick : homesickness

2
: a wistful or excessively sentimental yearning for return to or of some past period or irrecoverable condition; also : something that evokes nostalgia
nos·tal·gic adjective or noun
nos·tal·gi·cal·ly adverb
nos·tal·gist noun
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Let's Play.....Here's my mom and dad, me, Jan, and Fritzi in mom's backyard at 2020 Monroe St, Yountville, on Easter 1973.
Simple. Poverty Acres. Somethings to sit on. A barbeque. Quiet. Trees. Weeds. Affordable for the working class.

 
yeah, I'm 19. Notice the little locket on a chain.And the authentic buffalo toe sandals from India. My mom's Keds, and my dad's hippie watchband. Jan's cuteness speaks for itself !

so, then my mom was taken by my sister. Then my sister, her MBA son, and blonde daughter owned the house (surprise!) and then some bigger douchebags bought my moms house and built this....
The furniture on the left side is about where my mom is sitting. Dad is sitting near the open doorway. Jan and I are behind the fountain. (scoot us all backwards a bit)

The "casita" on the left is the size of the house my mom lived in.........the abortion on the right side is about 2700 sq ft. The Real Estate listing  says "The stone walled courtyard, fountain, outdoor kitchen, fireplace & saline water lap pool are ingredients for the good-life."
The Good Life , asshole rich people, is to care about your Carbon Footprint. And Not taking up the same amount of resources of a small African country. For the rich to bastardize Aristotle's, and Helen and Scott Nearing's simple meaningful life philosophy....Is more than sickening...it proves the rich are both illiterate and uneducated in the Classics.


It sold eventually for about a million & a half dollars. Asshole douchebags have this Much Money because they slashed your job, lowered your wages, and denied your right to organize for higher wages, so they have 98% of our money. And this is what they do with it. They build grotesque mausoleums to their banality and lack of care for anyone but themselves. Narcissism. It's the Disease of the Moment.
"Narcissism is the personality trait of egotism, vanity, conceit, or simple selfishness. Applied to a social group, it is sometimes used to denote elitism or an indifference to the plight of others."
Yeah, Dear Photograph, going back is gonna hurt. 
But think of the material I get to work with when I move back home....to the Napa Valley. 

Sunday, June 26, 2011

Summer Cook out

Mustard....

1950s vintage Tiki barkcloth Swimsuit shorts, are a hot mustard with lime and black and white in an atomic floral.



Rudi Gernreich rainbow forks potholder is everything 70s....after designing Mod clothes, he retired from the crazy and got into crafting...designs. It was the 70s..



Blue Kool-Aid...

1980s vintage swimsuit shorts, are bright turquoise, hot lime, navy and surf blue nylon.
Inside, they're lined in net made of purple polyester.




Mod midcentury Space Age lamp has amoeba shapes of crushed glass in medieval church colors of turquoise, grass green and aqua blues.



Hot dog Buns...

1970s vintage khaki tan summer Swimsuit shorts, are a creamy tan with an edge of bright orange.
Cut high, they are the shorts that made the 70s sexy.




Superfly big eye aviators in the classic tortoise mottled browns and rust !
Vintage gray colored sunglasses, these 70s aviator sunglasses are glass in tortoise rust and black mottled frames.
Glass lenses in sturdy plastic frames in that classic 70s style...Aviators!

Thursday, June 23, 2011

It is time to go jump in the lake or swim in the ocean....

Swimsuits for the ladies....or men who want to look like ladies.....

a maillot, a one-piece swimsuit....the all-in-one bathing costume....so easy.....and everyone looks good!
Add a big towel, the sunscreen, a jug of water, don't forget your sunglasses....bring a good book to read.....
no worries ....and that, is what summer is for, right?



High cut legs, 80s blue and black stripe vintage swimsuit....is ....so.... 80s.


a small - medium, and the pink one is a medium - large.



Pink and black squares Vintage gathered Swimsuit





Perfect playsuit...one piece ultraviolet purple 70s bathing suit


A size Xsmall - small..... and the blue one is size large.


Tiny flowers knit has a deep neckline, and a gathered skirt that has Shorty Shorts..one piece 70s bathing suit





This suit has a deep neckline, and a gathered skirt ....a one piece 70s bathing suit is quite sweet!



Blue with white flowers is a medium  , and the polka dot one is a size small to medium.

Navy with white vintage polka dots this swimsuit is ready to jump in the lake....or the pool, or just hang around with denim cut-offs.





Sparkle one piece bathing suit shines like the sun!
Bronze and gold metallic sparkles swimsuit is a nice change and a different one from patterns and solid black. Reminiscent of those glamorous suits in the 50s....that were all about laying around and looking fantastic!

It's a size medium to large.


water........and......sky.......