Happy Holidays to one and all! And if neither Christmas, Hanukkah, nor Kwanzaa floats your boat, rest assured that I also wish you happiness in whatever ethnic, cultural, or religious holiday comes your way next. And if even that doesn't do it for you, then I wish you happiness in spite of your curmudgeonly self.
For us, it is Merry Christmas. Both DDs will be here, and Grandma is in excellent health (better than the next generation down for sure). The poodles have new sweaters, the candy canes are on the tree. The presents are wrapped. The Carolina blue flamingos in the front yard are wearing their Christmas wreaths.
The studio is also the guest room (more accurate to say that the lovely large basement studio has a queen sized bed in it) so it is all cleaned up and I am drooling over thinking about getting snowed in next month and doing all the projects that I thought I was going to do in 2011.
My Christmas present to you is some non-holiday related eye candy from the book The Golden Age of Style: Art Deco Fashion Illustration. Published in 1976, the book itself is not vintage but the subject matter is. So my headline is deceptive, but succinct.
In my life I wear jeans and t-shirts. In my mind I wear Poiret.
Ho ho ho!
Dreaming little dreams
2 months ago