~ Hob Nob & Snobs ~ I’ve recently been on a campaign as any good writer should be, to build my platform, tweeting, pinning, linking, following and commenting on blogs. The other night I ran across blog comments which stirred my mind and kept me from sleep. I came to the conclusion that: WE WRITERS ARE SNOBS […more…]
~ Costume vs Historic: The Art of Sewing Vintage ~ I’ve been sewing since High School. When I watched Demi Moore in “About Last Night” and coveted her wardrobe, but knew I couldn’t afford it, I pulled out my sewing machine. Putting those same thrifty sewing skills to work in my first studio apartment, I […more…]
~ It’s my party & I’ll Cry if I want to ~ I am fortunate to have a mother who reads. Well, she doesn’t read, she listens, she is blind from radiation necrosis, but we consider it reading (strangely I know some who don’t). It is a rare joy to be able to share a […more…]
~ How I Threw a Surprise B-day Swing Party ~ The impetus Driving over the Coronado bridge rain streamed down my window, Big Band belted from my radio, my hands smelled of smashed garlic, fresh basil and mint. I took a deep breath. Mixed with the rain it was heaven. I focused on delivering the […more…]
~ Love Vintage: 6 Must-See Modern Movies ~ Not all classic movies are from the Golden Era, there are some modern movies that get it right. I’ve chosen a few which feature the Hot Jazz era to the Big Band war years. These films excel in capturing period style, great acting, witty dialogue and killer […more…]
~ DO ARTISTS CREATE THEIR OWN REALITY ~ I have been blogging for years but mostly about subjects which reflect the content of my novel: vintage clothing, jitterbugging, cocktails, vintage sewing and WWII memorabilia. When Candace invited me to guest blog I was grateful and thrilled to have the opportunity to discuss some recent thoughts […more…]
~ Shimmy Shimmy Shake: Magical Memories of Dance Joy ~ My chest was un-hitched, arms in open hug position. Breasts jiggled, nipples polished the inside of bras. Across from me, Ali had her chest thrust out, arms open, with a slight pelvic inward lean, she was “shakin like a polaroid picture.” Lizzy popped up and joined […more…]
~ Brightness: Swinging Blind ~ Mom had been blind for several years. The darkness came upon her in stages as the brain was dying from necrosis. The radiation that killed the tumor killed her sight. She had a new friend. Sure she’d had friends BEFORE she went blind, but this was different. Her new friend was […more…]