It's kind of common knowledge that I have a "passion" for fashions and attitudes of yesteryear. I've made no secret of my wishing to go back to a time when women dressed, looked and behaved like ladies. It's less prevalent now with twerk teams and thirsty broads on social media. (Seriously, does a guy really get turned on by seeing a woman shove corn on the cob into her hoo-ha? Much doubt) I know I jump up and down about the 80s, but the 80s are only 30 years ago. Damn it, I'm 27, I want something that wasn't common when I was a fetus. I really love the 1930s for some reason, probably because women with real bodies were considered beautiful and not quickly told to go on a damn diet.
So I have gone looking around the web and blog, collecting garments that I would actually sit, and place on my own body.
Me and my real body.
I stumbled across this gem on a vintage blog (wearinghistoryblog.com) where the lady pictured above sews her own clothing from vintage 1930s/1940s patterns. I would wear this, but I don't like wearing brown. I'd prefer everything brown be red or navy to compliment my skin tone. Hat included.
A beautiful sundress--I'm aware it's getting cold, toss on a cardigan! I love the sailor theme, nautical never goes out of style. Classic red, white and blue.
Another Americana dress, that was made more in the style of the late 1930/early 1940s preceding the second world war. this is a reproduction of course. But very demure and the sort of thing a lady would wear to a Fourth of July barbecue. Not bootyshorts and a halter top. This would also be very suitable for a variety of functions from church to going out for casual meals and a matinee movie.
I went nuts for this. It's from a stage production of His Girl Friday (if you don't know, wiki it, please.) I'm not so crazy for the dress, but it's the shoes that got me. the slate blue and off white with the stacked heel stole my heart! I die!
This is a vintage advertisement. I'd wear the two in the middle. There's something about the short puffed sleeves the little lacey from detail that appeals to me and screams feminine. None of the women are showing too much, and it is perfectly acceptable. You see the lines of the figure and that is enough. This is how my grandmother,(father's mother) who was in her early thirties at the time would have dressed.
Eventually the weather would change, and though most people think of big, luxurious fur coats, it really wasn't practical unless you were a princess or extremely wealthy girl with a sugar daddy. (And until I hook Marlon Jackson...) this is what a girl like me would wear. I prefer the blue/grey number in the center.
Marlon wore the shiiiiiiiit out of a white smoking jacket a few days ago at a Motown event.
He's the last of the classy men...make a note of that y'all! You see something moving around that looks like this--CLAIM IT!
This is actually a 1920s flapper coat, trimmed in Monkey Fur. (Somewhere in Heaven, Michael Jackson just screamed. It's NOT Bubbles, I promise! )
Unlike today, when a woman could get splashed with red paint--and have to kill a person--there was no PETA fanatics back in the day and a lady could wear real fur without worry of it being destroyed, only a thief snatching it off her body. LOL.
This is a 1970s reproduction of a flapper coat, ELECTRIC BLUE VELVET because in that decade, there was a retro throwback inspired by films like The Great Gatsby. (Yes, there were adaptations of the F. Scott Fitzgerald prior to the Leo Dicaprio one. Perish the thought!)
(If I girl had a sugar daddy, items similar to the previous two would be in her closet.)
I'd wear this in the dead of summer buck naked underneath, it's so pretty!
Into every life a little rain must fall, but a lady can still look good in a deluge. Frankly, I would wear every coat pictured, except the plaid one. I don't like plaid and am very picky about the colors and widths of plaid I put on my body. I only own ONE plaid blouse at the moment. And as "economically priced" as they are, I say I'd get them all if I could.
I don't ski...I live in Texas, I've only seen snow TWICE in my life. But I thought it was interesting to show these skiing ensembles for the slopes from about 1938. I got as much business being on a slope somewhere as Rush Limbaugh does at a Black Panther Rally. Really. But if I get lost you can spot my brown self in the snow, drawing "HELP ME GOD" with a stick!
Sometime between 1937 and 1940, Gold beaded/sequined/embellished gowns became the norm for evening wear. This is a sensational reproduction that was inspired by a dress Ginger Rogers had worn.
This gorgeous sequined and feather edged coat was inspired by one Joan Crawford had worn.
(Inspiration)
Ginger Rogers. Did you recognize her without Fred Astaire flinging her around?
When she wasn't beating the skin off Christina with a wire hanger, Joan Crawford was wearing swank duds like this!
EVERYBODY RUN!
You had to wear something under those pretty clothes. I'm okay with the 1930's bras, they could have used some padding, but were okay they look like current bras. The 1950s bullet bra was scary. You could put out a man's eye with all that underwire. The 1920s bras was not intended to boost up the boobs, but rather flatten them to achieve the "boyish" figure that was en vogue. But now frankly, I think if a man wants a "boyish" figure, he will go find it on another guy.
The forerunner of Spanx, the girdle. All respectable ladies (and some bad ones) wore this garment to give them wonderful lines. They are pretty, but I cannot promise I'd wear one. I wore Spanx one time, and the only time during the day I drew a full breath was when I pulled the goddamned thing off. (No Spanx in the photograph of me at the start of this post)
I do like that the models' bodies are shaped like mine.
These are knit undergarments from 1939. There's two things wrong with this.
I couldn't imagine how itchy it would be against my bare skin and nether regions and I can only imagine how hard a man would laugh if my clothing came off and he saw this. How you be sexy in the longjohns little cousin?
Something like that and I have to leave my shoe in a (bad word)'s forehead.
No lady was caught without a hat, and I'd give my soul for that purple hat up top, that was popular in the late 20s and early 30s.
A lovely reproduction hat at a vintage inspired wedding.
Every last one of these bad boys....
This picture has nothing to do with my post, but I just wonder a few things.
--Why the hell are you out taking a picture with a DUST STORM approaching? That's what that wall of grime is behind them!
--Why the hell is there a child out in the DUST STORM?
--Why the hell is the child in her panties IN THE DUST STORM?
That's all, thank you! I'll cover more in Part 2: THE RICH GIRL!
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