the perfect vintage new year’s eve party with dresses and accessories from the fifties through to the eighties… from the pinkmilkvintage girls...
thunder storms and hitchcock…
what better than to cosy up and watch hitchcock’s rear window while the storm continues outside…especially after getting wet in it countless times today whilst trying to get some shots with the old faithful slr at a couple of beaches. This included some tricky avoiding of lightning strikes of abandoned beach parasol poles, whichI was resolved to use in the shots. left the digital today to return to old faithful bulky pentax. there is still something about the mystery and anticipation of wating to see what the photo will come out like and if it comes out at all rather than just flicking through on your digital. found some fun pieces too on etsy to match my hitchcock, stormy day:
i spy on etsy on sunday
i spy with my little eye something beginning with s...
s is for scarf: nine to five vintage glamour pinkmilkvintage scarf
u is for umbrella: cream and embroidered by DJVV
n is for well n: vintage typography signage by junkculture
d is for design: vintage design70s Pierre Cardin Bar by fabulousmess
a is for anorak: but with a twist thelittleanorak vintage bangle
y is for yellow: Panton yellow button tufted sofa by thevintagesupplyco
and that makes it sunday on etsy.
domestic goddess, missing presumed non existent
…my recent move into a new apartment space inspired my inner wannabe domestic goddess, I’m just not sure she’s ready to be unleashed. being in my vintage kitsch kitchen for long hours (yes I realise it shouldn’t take that long) baking muffins whilst wearing a polka dot red apron is a re-invented fifties domestic goddess fantasy…some women can skillfully pull it off, some others well…
This is the first of a series entitled: hello my name is sarah and I’m a domestic goddess, missing….. presumed non existent
Deciding to embrace the slight mishaps that appear to befall me in the home I thought I’d share them with you as they are invariably amusing, yet surprisingly enough work out well in the end and hopefully there are thousands of others out there who can empathise with my domestic disasters. having previously avoided this pretty well as ‘women came out of the kitchen’, it is a cruel twist in feminist liberalism that it’s now fashionable to be expected to go back and be a kitchen goddess as well as everything else!
My effort to correct what would have appeared to have been the simple oversight of using the wrong muffin trays shortly after placing them in the oven did not take into account my apparent unskilful use of the tea towel (never got on with oven gloves: another clear inadequacy of kitchen prowess). In doing so I obviously burnt myself horrendously and dropped my poor unsuspecting sloppy muffins everywhere…
In pain and in stitches as to the ridiculous slop they lay before me… I rallied my inner domestic calm and rescued the situation…and the muffins actually turned out edible and in fact rather ‘sweet’.
sarah: fighting one domestic crisis at a time…
