See ya later, civilization! We're hitting the road.
Friday, June 22, 2012
Tomorrow morning, Steven and I are packing up the car and heading up to my family's mountain house, where we'll spend a week exploring, lounging, swimming, relaxing, eating and I CAN'T WAIT. Some of my Mom's family will be coming from Wisconsin and elsewhere to do the same. I am looking forward to nights around the bonfire, drinking beer and listening to my uncles, who are pretty fantastic storytellers. I'm treating this week like summer camp. I'm packing books, my camera, ratty bathing suits, every pair of shorts I own, and maybe even my old journal to jot down ideas.
We're leaving first thing so that we can take our time getting there. Steven and I really enjoy taking the long way to so we get the chance to stop in small towns and peek into dusty shop windows, hoping to make a discovery. I'm also planning lots of small day trips to mountain town thrift shops and antique stores to look for the perfect pieces for Inherited.
Sunday, June 17, 2012
Yesterday was the Lowcountry Artist Market--the first one I participated in as Inherited.
Here are some of the pieces that were brought home yesterday by lovely gals:
late 1960s nightgown
1960s eyelet top
1960s Lady Donlin oxford
1970s lilac top
1980s signal flag blouse
1960s pink lace dress
1960s A Mendel Creation hot pink dress
1970s schoolgirl dress
1970s Christian Dior necktie
1980s floral button-back top
It was a great success and so much fun!
Thursday, June 7, 2012
A week ago, my baby sister graduated high school, and the week before that, she turned 18. I am so, so proud of the woman she's becoming and I know she's going to accomplish great things.
At the same time, I can barely handle that this gorgeous, intelligent, talented woman is the same baby sister I prayed and pleaded for for the first 10 years of my life. It's been amazing watching her grow, though, and I can't wait to see what amazing path she takes through life.
Next Saturday, June 16, is the Lowcountry Artist Market and Inherited is one of the vendors! Vintage, handmade and edibles will all be available right in the middle of downtown Charleston at the Music Farm.
The Lowcountry Artist Market blog is also hosting a giveaway, so take a peek, do some Facebook liking, and you could be a winner!
Monday, June 4, 2012
One of my favorite things to do when I find vintage pieces is to to as much research as I can about the item, from the style to the designer, to whatever other information I can dig up. At first, I thought this dress was an anonymous, unlabeled piece, as many vintage items are. But then, down in the lining of the dress, near its hem, I saw a label with the name "Renee Firestone" in script.
After a short amount of searching, I learned that she was a well-known fashion designer in America who went on to teach fashion design at the University of California in Los Angeles. But before that, she lived a life filled with more horrors than one could imagine. Born to a Jewish family in Czechoslovakia in 1924, at the age of 19 she spent over a year imprisoned in Auschwitz, losing all of her family (including her 16-year-old sister, who died at the hands of Dr. Mengele) except her father. Despite the unimaginable horrors she faced, when she came to America in 1948, she created a life for herself and her family by creating beautiful things.Now 88, she is an outspoken Holocaust survivor, speaking out whenever and however possible so that the stories of those who did not survive would never be forgotten.
This dress is a simple piece. The tasseled collar is the focal point of the front of the dress, with the a deep-V back and buttons adding some detail to the back of the dress. While this dress was most likely created in the 1960s, it has some elements obviously inspired by the Roaring Twenties, and is a fun staple for any closet.
More importantly, its designer triumphed over tragedy and became an outspoken voice for the victims of the Holocaust, and that in itself gives this dress a whole new meaning.
Click here to watch Renee Firestone's survivor testimony.