Wednesday, September 28, 2011

Film Night: Once Upon A Honeymoon

It is shaping up to be a rather uncomfortable, early Wednesday morning. 

After a tedious day of cleaning, organizing old things and such of the unexciting nature I seem to be unable to fall asleep as I am so often accustomed. I was so excited to finally be able to watch Conan O'Brien Can't Stop (Thank God for Netflix instant watch), it was so inspirational and just fantastic. I adore the supportive team behind that talented man, what a class act. A definite throwback to the performers I aspire to be like and regard ever so highly. 

Speaking of those who stand in my highest regards, now I'm over halfway through Once Upon A Honeymoon with two of my very favorites Cary Grant & Ginger Rogers. Mr. Grant sure loves playing newspaper reporters, and he does it well. Grant & Rogers as an against-the-odds couple trying to take down her Nazi-supporting Baron husband through-out a war torn Europe. Ginger is as stylishly perfect and well lit as ever, I'd absolutely die for her wardrobe. If you have not seen it, I can not suggest it more vehemently. 

Goodness gracious, what a gorgeous couple they make. 
Cary is really at his best in this one, I love him with a serious expression. 
me oh my - I am quite smitten. 

I suppose I will try to get to sleep again now.
Yes Cary, you can bring me a late night snack - It would be endlessly appreciated.

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Poor cooks adore easy recipes

I've been useless for nearly two weeks, I despise feeling unwell and I cannot wait to be able to forget what feeling sick is like.

Today I tackled a new, and stunningly simple recipe for taco soup that was a nice treat after all the sick meals I've been enduring. A menu of toast, toast, scrambled eggs and an occasional salad over-and-over is both not my normal diet or enjoyable. Since the house is full of people at least a little under the weather it made my day so much easier, I'm still smiling.

Thursday, September 15, 2011

Ticket to the Twenties

This last Saturday, September 10 - I dragged my poor mother(my lack of friends interested in the things that interest me in saddening) to the Ticket to the Twenties weekend festival at the Workman Temple Homestead Museum in the City of Industry.

It was a very casual, but quaint and utterly enjoyable event with a plethora of 1920's-esque activities to partake in from mah-jong tutorials, a 20's era fashions runway show, and live music to tours of the Workman Temple Homestead's gorgeous property by the museum's docents and volunteers. The main house had the most beautiful stain glass windows, including one I absolutely adored of Master Shakespeare! Personally, although I can never find a fault with gorgeous 20's tunes being performed right in front of my eyes, my favorite stop of the day was to see some stunningly entertaining silent films that were accompanied in the small conference room on piano. It was so precious and I enjoyed every second of the quirky shorts!

After we'd sufficiently scoured the premises, toured the two open buildings, watched our silent films and peeked through the gift shop(where my mother purchased me a brilliant reprint of an old greeting card that I can't wait to start using as a new bookmark!) we sauntered back to the pavilion we entered near to enjoy the last hour of Dean Mora & his Modern Rhythmists, while I sat on my antique oriental satin rug and munched some delectable kettle corn purchased on site.

My only complaint would be that 'costumes' are not required since it's a free, community centered affair, so you can pass a perfectly 1920's dressed group than be thrown out of your fantasy entirely by a family in jeans and dingy sweatshirts- but that's just me being a picky perfectionist.

The day was short seeing as how the Saturday-Sunday festival lasted a short few hours open from 3-7 both days. No matter the amount of time I thoroughly enjoyed myself, having any reason to dress up and use some of my vintage pieces that I can't work into everyday wardrobe here in Southern California(like grandmother's fox stole...) is absolutely amazing.

I was certainly disappointed when it was time to go home. 

I cannot wait to attend next year, & hopefully I'll have my swing skills back by then and can get some use out of these dancing shoes.   ;)

Monday, September 12, 2011

An Awkward Hello.

I suppose the dive off is always the hardest, so now I'll be on with it.

This is my first blog post.

There, I've said it.

I have been putting this off for ages, years. My procrastination proceeds me.

I could easily assume that much like any diary or journal online or physical I've ever attempted to maintain, this too shall be soon forgotten and left to the dusts in my past. However I am too old now to allow myself such an easy exit.

So I've decided it, I shall write here and it will be good.

I'm tempted to write longer, articulate myself more beautifully and show things about who I am and what I feel I must say and share. But, I'll save that for my next post and be brief, mysterious and to-the-point as I never am in real life.