These lovely (?) images from an early 70's issue of Ladies Home Journal were sent out by Susan. To think I probably would have wanted these perky outfits made from quilts. Boy, if this was still popular (and I still liked to sew garments and still had a waist), I would have more clothes than anybody and (bonus round) get rid of a bunch of old quilts that are cluttering my space and my life. Walk into my house and you will think I am one of those 'hoarders' with tiny trails to get to the refrigerator and the bathroom between the quilt stacks. I have boxes of them in my storeroom that I haven't even opened since we moved in 8 years ago. Something to deal with when I get back.
Secrets from Voltaire
The secret of being a bore is to tell everything.
The secret of the arts is to correct nature.
Man is free the moment he wishes to be.
The happiest of all lives is a busy schedule.
Originality is nothing but judicious imitation.
Judge a man by his questions rather than his answers.
Work saves us from three great evils: boredom, vice, and need.
This, thanks to today's Robert Genn mailing which is one I always read through.
Lisa had to deal with a cancelled plane yesterday, of course we found this out after the bed was deflated and the sheets were in the wash, but she managed to finagle her way onto a later plane and as far as I know got out OK. Part of our 'things to do' list while she was here was to do some consignment shopping. Folks come down here and shed their warm clothes ---or die so someone else does it--- and the spoils are ours. She got a bunch of stuff, some unworn Prada shoes for cheap, some odd bits and pieces and I was kind of standing around touching fabric and wishing they dealt more with fatter ladies there when I spied a Persian lamb coat hanging on the wall. Of course I had to touch it since all the Ladies-Who-Lunch back in the 50's wore them. Poor lambies, but it brought back memories of Thanksgiving with the old aunts at the Buffalo Club. They all left their hats on through dinner and I thought them tres sophisticated and worldly.
But as usual I digress: underneath that coat was a sort of Tyrolian dark grey suede knee length coat with hand carved horn antler buttons- a classic, a necessary thing for me since I haven't had a new coat since the year of the flood. It had red leather bound buttonholes in a semi circle across the low back yoke so the bottom part was fuller. It had tan suede trim around the collar and the sleeves. I died and went to heaven. It had an original pricetag on it, $5000. Made in Bavaria, natch, you wouldn't find this pup in Taiwan. And I grabbed it for a pittance- not much competition for this in South Florida. So, if you live in the Alps watch for a frowsy redhead yodelling in the cow pasture- it's me, so say 'howdy' and I will tell you where to go for raclette.
Or maybe just where to go if you laugh too hard.
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