Who's Going To Vegas ??? Ready ???

This week on the eVintage Blog tag -
Who's Ready for Vegas!
Be sure to check out Kitsch-y Cool for her fav Rockabilly picks too!

FAVORITE ROCKABILLY LOOK / PIECE IN YOUR INVENTORY?

I've just sold off most of what was great for VLV....that I could find in my vast inventory. ha ha. Right now I have some great jeans, bowling shirts and some very cute sundresses !


DO YOU WEAR THE ROCKABILLY LOOK AT ALL?

Why yes ! Tho I'm mostly cowgirl-gothy, I goth-spin everything. One of my favorite looks is leopard 60s capris, black springolators, and a sleeveless cowboy shirt .....all the better to show the tattoos.

CRUCIAL ROCKABILLY VINTAGE ACCESSORY FOR GIRLS?

Other than attitude, one must have something that shows off "the girls". Don't waste your youth by being too good.


FOR GUYS?

Acting like a gentleman, a pair of tight fitting vintage denim jeans. Guys, Hairdo ! Think Brian Setzer !




PERSONAL STYLE. SANDY OR RIZZO?

Being a preacher's kid.......I have to go with Rizzo......Heart of Gold.


AGE OLD QUESTION….ELVIS OR THE BEATLES?

Both ! My first 2 Wheel Bicycle, a fat tire 50s model, had Elvis painted on the front fender. But I fell in love with the early John Lennon greaser look. Paul can jump off a bridge.


Let's see what up at Couture Allure !
And visit eVintageSociety......for the best in vintage on the web....

Happy Birthday Herb Caen !!!

24 points if you know who the hella I'm talkin' bout !!

Here I have stolen a great essay about SF and Herb.....I used to start to many Sunday morns and lazy afternoons reading the Chronicle.....Herb made me fall in love with SF, and even tho I've been places and lived elsewhere....it's SF.
It's like your first kiss, your first crush, your first "best" sex.....There may be more, But None other......Oh, That's what my ring says: vous et nul autre
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One of the best articles from the SF Chronicle, reprinted here without permission. It's about Herb Caen and his city, and mine.........

Started at the old Bardelli's, where Caen loved the crash of dice cups in the eternal game of boss dice. Caen liked to lunch with people like Dapper Dave Falk, demon suit salesman, Elmer Robinson (he called him ElMayor), or George Christopher, emeritus politicians, loved to walk into that dining room like a king in his court. Gone, all gone, like the Emporium, killed off on its 100th birthday in 1996, like the wondrous Woolworth's store at Powell and Market. Bardelli's folded in 1997, the year Caen himself died. Now the place is Johnny Foley's Irish House, packed on a Wednesday night, but different from the old place as night and day. No dice, for one thing. No politicians. No Dapper Dave. No suits. No Herb Caen. His picture is on the dining room wall, in a place of honor, the only non- Irishman there. "I'd like to think he would have liked this place," said owner Martin Connolly, hopefully. The real heart of Caen's world was in North Beach. Caen liked cable cars. "Simply nothing like them," he wrote 23 years ago. Back in the later Caen period it was impossible to ride the cable cars. What would Yogi Berra say? "Nobody rides them. They're too crowded." Tourists, squealing as if they were in Disneyland By the Bay. But now, tourism is in the Dumpster, and there is room. What would Caen do if one came along with empty space on the running board? "I leaped buoyantly aboard," he wrote in a 1979 column. "I couldn't resist." A half-full car came rolling up Powell the other Thursday, carrying a cargo that would delight an old columnist: a glowering woman going home from a shopping trip downtown, a young man pretending to be bored, three little girls from somewhere west of the Golden Gate, only a handful of tourists. The usual sounds from the crew: "Fares! Who's got fares? Look out! Hold on!" and the car went clunking up Nob Hill and into the past. Got off at Jackson, walked through Chinatown, peering down the dark alleys. Caen always thought them mysterious. Up Grant, down Broadway to Enrico's in North Beach. Caen loved to sit outside at Enrico's, sometimes with people like William Saroyan, John Steinbeck, maybe some other famous guy. Often with Barnaby Conrad, the bullfighter and restaurant man Caen called "Barnabull." They are all gone - Conrad to Santa Barbara, the others to the big column in the sky, but inside Enrico's the other Thursday was Tony Serra, famous lawyer, surrounded by people, holding court. There was Millie, the old lady who will take your picture with a Polaroid camera for $5. Types out of a Caen column. "Hello," we said to the parking attendant next door, "Did you know Herb Caen?" No, he said, he was sorry. He did know Francis Ford Coppola, though, and did we know that the president of Afghanistan's brother owns a restaurant down the street? A scooplet. Caen was serious about making the rounds: Sometimes he referred to himself as "Mr. Nite Life." He sat in on drums at the Saloon on upper Grant, looked in on five or six places a night: Maybe Tosca, Spec's, Capp's Corner, the Washington Square, Dante's, Moose's. In the old days, the lower bar at the Mark, the St. Francis Hotel (He called it "The Frantic"), The Palace (never the Sheraton-Palace), Trader Vic's. Places like that. After that a nightcap, usually at the Gold Dust lounge at Powell and Geary, downtown. He was a great believer in nightcaps, and corny live music and the Gold Dust still has both. But it was more than bars. On other occasions, Caen would catch a show, go to a party or two, take in the opera, check out a new restaurant. "Tosca," the opera, appeared in his column almost as often as Tosca, the saloon. You could check it out. Caen was above all a newsman, always looking. The column was his stage and his world, and the readers were the audience. The show always had to go on. "He was afraid he would miss something," said Ed Moose, the restaurant man. "He had this saying, ÔAround the corner something is happening, and I don't want to miss it.' That's what drove him." "He was out every night," said Moose. "If he took a night off, we didn't know it." Yet he showed up every morning at the paper, 9:30 sharp, to produce the column, 1,000 words a day for 58 years, more than anybody before or since. A good column, he thought, had 24 items in a good mix. In a typical year, he dropped 6,768 names. "He had stamina," said Moose. He also was the ultimate reporter. He wrote paeans to the fog, the bridges, "the daily ride on the city's ever-revolving carousel," but he saw the other side of the city, too. "I find myself pounding the filthy pavements almost daily. And I am struck by the loneliness, by the lost souls shuffling around by themselves or standing in homage to catatonia on a windswept corner of nowhere . . . "I try to remember the words of my late friend Elmer Peterson, who lived on Sixth St.: ÔJust look around, not straight ahead.' The Ôgood' people look straight ahead as they move through those districts. They don't want to see the highly visible truth, they don't want to hear the calls for help . . . you may have to feel something, give something, think about the unthinkable - the dark side of Baghdad-by-the-Baydream." ". . . Up here (on Nob Hill) the dream city lives, almost unreal in its beauty. Only a few blocks down the hill, the other city festers and boils. The truth can be evaded and delayed, but for how much longer?" Caen wrote that 12 years ago. Caen was fond of Washington Square, the heart of North Beach. Of all the places in the city, it seemed this would change least. But the old Washington Square Bar and Grill, where Moose got his start in San Francisco, turned into the Cobalt Tavern, where everything is a shade of deep blue. Caen was a regular for lunch and sometimes dinner at the old Washbag. The new Cobalt doesn't do lunch. That's no surprise. The long lunch of Caen's day, the rolling of dice for drinks, the leisurely afternoon talk, is over. And it was only yesterday. On the other side of the square is Moose's, sort of a shrine to Caen's city: good food, good music. Caen's portable typewriter - an Olivetti - is on the wall, and a picture of Caen's last New Year's Eve, the great man with Moose, with Ann Moller Caen - "the lovely Ann," he called her, with His Willieness, the mayor, and Nancy Pelosi, the congresswoman who is now the Democratic whip. The whip? He would have loved that. One gets the feeling that Caen has just left and will be back shortly. But that's an illusion. Has the city changed since Caen left? "Yes," says Moose. "It's more fragmented. It doesn't have the man with the magic wand to tell people where's a good place to eat, where to go tonight, who's a good guy and who's a bad guy, and why San Francisco is the most wonderful city in the world." "We've lost that," Moose said. "Herb Caen gave us who we are." Has the city changed? Well, for one thing, Caen's not here anymore.

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I applied for a job.......now I should get this job, because there is no other on the planet who wants it more, who can do it better. And...no one loves .........sf more than me.....and the population I would work with......those are my people. I have challenges.......and I have met every challenge and continued on.......
but kids, I'm not holding my breath.......I'm used to disappointment.
But I have made up my mind.....between now and say, 2 years from now, I'm leaving Tacoma. I have to go home.
I haven't been there since my mom died......5 years ago. I just have to go home.
So I hope you enjoy my song selection here........May your heart swell and rainbows float from your every word ........and I hope flowers grow everywhere your hair is now.......And this is why I sing Hotel California at every karaoke chance I get !!!

Sample of My Immense Talent !

Here's a little show of stuff I've made from recycled stuff.....this is why you see me a the thrifts all the time......and why I need so much stuff!

Let's Play eVintageSociety TAG !

This week on the eVintageSociety blog tag, We talk COLOUR or COLOR..... Christi tagged me from her blog - Kitsch-y-Cool Vintage

* WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE COLOR?

Purple !! Yes, the color of Queens......Queen --- the lady, not the borough or the band....
* WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE BRIGHTLY COLOURED PIECE IN YOUR INVENTORY?

Well I should say this Malcolm Starr that I had to dye purple.....
But I'm gonna go with this 50s RED gown..I love how the skirt is sooooo big !!


* WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE WAY TO ADD COLOUR TO AN OUTFIT?

If it's not warm outside, I always tie one on .... A Scarf that is ! I love a long fringey number...or if it's not scarf weather , then I''ll tie one on my purse straps.
Here's a bright one from The Vintage Peddler .....and it's a Vera!

* WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE COLOUR TO WEAR?

That totally depends on my mood and the weather...right now I'm wearing a lot of purple,lilac, lavender, with shades of blue and green....Pansies do it......Why not me ??

* WHAT COLOUR ARE YOU WEARING RIGHT NOW?

I'm wearing a lot of black, which is truly my default base color......I just adore a black background print, especially anything with leaves..... and I have dozens of things with that motif.

* WHAT COLOURS DO YOU DECORATE WITH?

Back in Junior High, we had to make our Dream Bedroom in a shoebox. I chose beige carpet, walls and bedspread.....dreary huh? But I jazzed it up with print curtains, bright pillows, colored lamps, and lots of colorful accessories cut from Seventeen magazine. That's when I discovered my decorating schemes are called "Accented Neutral".....and that is my personality also!

Every room always has a leopard something.....The BEST print ever !!!

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Well that was fun! On to  Vintage Bulletin !

I love you 2...

Hey Kids....get to The Helm early OK.........There's a Surprise !!! Fewster said so! Nice visit from more nice neighbors........

Q & D...weekend in Tacoma

Jooley......is in the May 2008 issue of Ol' Skool Rodz......as is a great article on TACOMA's Hot Rod-A-Rama!!!!!
(no pic of Jooley--- that's in the mag......lots of people in the mag.....f'n bitching cars........I love HOT RODS>>>>>>>>>>>)click there for my post last year on Hot Rod....T Town style.
Yeah you go Sean and all the cool folks who have been bringing you fun stuff to do in T Town........
I still can't wipe the smile off my face.........
Cant wait till summer for the next one?

Mild To Wild is coming to T Town at the The WT-DOME........er Tacoma Dome.

Mild to Wild Car Show With Hot Rods & Harleys

Apr 25, 2008 (Fri) - Apr 27, 2008 (Sun)

Exhibition Hall and Arena

Tickets

$15

Age 10 and under free with adult admission

Additional Info

Hours:
Friday 1pm - 10pm
Saturday 10am - 10pm
Sunday 10am - 6pm

Jooley is here.

Oh, another fine drink/dine Sunday night with Murf & Amber at TwoKoi..........