Thinking about my blog
I am throwing around ideas for my blog, mostly what I will use for a logo. I really want to use an Gil Elvgren picture that is a girl dressing in the frame of a keyhole (as if someone is looking through the keyhole) The other ideas were a drawing by John Willie (from the 'Bizarre' magazine) and the last, and strangely most difficult is mug shots of women from the 20's -40's. I have time to look, but I really was hoping it would be a little simpler than this. Nothing I have drawn myself has pleased me either. I think l2g is happy that I have something to occupy my mind and look forward to. I am doing research on certain people and things that I want to blog. Joan is excited about us being able to 'Tag Team' between our blogs, also she is going to buy a pendelton off me. I have a vintage pendleton collection which is much to large, so I am selling one I have that is in very good condition, it just needs shoulderpads. It is a lovely black watch-ish plaid with yellow running through them. I am glad I could sell it at a good price and to someone I like.
I am still not sure what is going to be for our weekend. We were going to go up for Richard's (one of the owners and hosts of Esotouric) 40th birthday. I cannot believe he and his wife are younger than us. I could have sworn they were older. Not by much, really. They were going to have a tour in the afternoon and then we would meet at the bakery for his party. Then the bus tour got canceled, and he gladly invited l2g and I to take a tour around int Richard and Kim's car, which I thought was a really kind gesture. I am really glad I hit it off with Kim and Joan and that we all like each other. I have trouble with some people from L.A., especially in the swing scene, being so haughty and thinking they are too cool for school, which most of them are not. I have been grounded in the alternative scene since I was 14, so my name is known, and when I go to shows for any kind of music, I normal run into someone I know from "The Scene" from my days. When I was running around listening to 50's 60's and alternative music, it was the early eighties and the Punks, Mods, New Romantics (which became the Goths), Rockabilly/Swingkids/Warbabies all ran together since San Diego was pretty small (not like now) and rather than compete, we just figured it was safety in numbers as opposed to keeping ourselves vulnerable to Rockers and Long Hairs. It is funny to think I have been, for the better part of my life running around wearing weird clothes and having weird hair, pretty much doing my own thing and eschewing fashion or trend, and having a good time while doing it. I digress. I liked Kim and Richard from the get go, people who are articulate, intelligent, funny and love old clothes the way I do, or can definitely appreciate it, like l2g, and can relate or share my love of true crime, and strange murders are people I cannot help but adore. So even though I feel like I have lost all my soical abilities being in the house all day, it is nice that these people find me funny, charming and intelligent.
My beloved Niece, 'Fancy' (her nomme de Guerre) wrote me some nice letters that I got yesterday. Today is her birthday, she is quarter century girl. She enjoyed her early birthday present, the Black Dahlia tour, afternoon tea, ad getting her hair cut and colored. I put down a lot of money for her, but I was telling l2g that I have not been able to do much for her in the past so, I want to be able to treat her while I can. She also spoke of how sharp both l2g and I looked. Which both of us were very flattered, as I was having a bad time of it with feeling under the weather, so I just wore a red vintage cashmere twin set, some new jeans I bought from J peterman that look VERY vintage and fit like a dream, my hand tooled wedgies (I wanted to show off my pedicure, plus be comfy) a red and grey pendleton (one of my many) and red gloves. And my pearls. l2g wore Khaki trousers and a guayabera that was supposed to be navy blue but looks black. He was all shaved and was having a really good hair day, as was I. It was very strange and emotional that when we got to the 'dump' site of Elizabeth Short's body, it began to rain. Only then, and only then did it rain. And then it cleared up again. We all agreed it was some sort of sign.
I am still not sure what is going to be for our weekend. We were going to go up for Richard's (one of the owners and hosts of Esotouric) 40th birthday. I cannot believe he and his wife are younger than us. I could have sworn they were older. Not by much, really. They were going to have a tour in the afternoon and then we would meet at the bakery for his party. Then the bus tour got canceled, and he gladly invited l2g and I to take a tour around int Richard and Kim's car, which I thought was a really kind gesture. I am really glad I hit it off with Kim and Joan and that we all like each other. I have trouble with some people from L.A., especially in the swing scene, being so haughty and thinking they are too cool for school, which most of them are not. I have been grounded in the alternative scene since I was 14, so my name is known, and when I go to shows for any kind of music, I normal run into someone I know from "The Scene" from my days. When I was running around listening to 50's 60's and alternative music, it was the early eighties and the Punks, Mods, New Romantics (which became the Goths), Rockabilly/Swingkids/Warbabies all ran together since San Diego was pretty small (not like now) and rather than compete, we just figured it was safety in numbers as opposed to keeping ourselves vulnerable to Rockers and Long Hairs. It is funny to think I have been, for the better part of my life running around wearing weird clothes and having weird hair, pretty much doing my own thing and eschewing fashion or trend, and having a good time while doing it. I digress. I liked Kim and Richard from the get go, people who are articulate, intelligent, funny and love old clothes the way I do, or can definitely appreciate it, like l2g, and can relate or share my love of true crime, and strange murders are people I cannot help but adore. So even though I feel like I have lost all my soical abilities being in the house all day, it is nice that these people find me funny, charming and intelligent.
My beloved Niece, 'Fancy' (her nomme de Guerre) wrote me some nice letters that I got yesterday. Today is her birthday, she is quarter century girl. She enjoyed her early birthday present, the Black Dahlia tour, afternoon tea, ad getting her hair cut and colored. I put down a lot of money for her, but I was telling l2g that I have not been able to do much for her in the past so, I want to be able to treat her while I can. She also spoke of how sharp both l2g and I looked. Which both of us were very flattered, as I was having a bad time of it with feeling under the weather, so I just wore a red vintage cashmere twin set, some new jeans I bought from J peterman that look VERY vintage and fit like a dream, my hand tooled wedgies (I wanted to show off my pedicure, plus be comfy) a red and grey pendleton (one of my many) and red gloves. And my pearls. l2g wore Khaki trousers and a guayabera that was supposed to be navy blue but looks black. He was all shaved and was having a really good hair day, as was I. It was very strange and emotional that when we got to the 'dump' site of Elizabeth Short's body, it began to rain. Only then, and only then did it rain. And then it cleared up again. We all agreed it was some sort of sign.