Showing posts with label magazine. Show all posts
Showing posts with label magazine. Show all posts

Friday, 27 November 2009

Vintage Fashion Shoot


A couple of months ago I mentioned HERE
that I was relaunching my vintage clothing business
and that my home was rendevouz central for a fashion shoot,
the clothes were sourced from my online shop
for the Christmas fashion feature in the December edition
of our city's glossy magazine Carlisle Living.

It came out yesterday and l'm pretty pleased with it,
if only a little disconcerted that a model is standing
in the middle of the garden conifers,
my conservatory couch is incongruously
(sorry should that read edgey?!) on the wet lawn
and a 'drunken blonde' is badly hovering my living room carpet!
All's fair in love and fashion, I guess!


if you click twice they will enlarge!






Sunday, 13 September 2009

Flashback

This morning I was transported back in time...
to a time when, love hearts, tops of the pops,
the Saturday night disco and boys,
ruled my teenage heart.
(Not much has changed there then, except TOTP is no longer)


When l was a child and throughout my teen years
each and every Saturday morning, I would lie awake, listening, waiting
until the papers would arrive through the front door
and land with a satisfactory sounding SpLaT!! on the hall floor

I would rush downstairs and collect the papers
and rifle through the sections until I found my
weekly magazine and my siblings' comics.
These would then be distributed to said siblings' bedrooms
and this, I would hazard a guess meant that my parents got some much valued THEM time.
So each Saturday depending on which phase I was suffering,
either my Fab208, Bunty, Diana, Disco 45, or a Jackie mag arrived.
It was my sanity and I'm thinking now, 36 years later, their bribery.

So this morning as I bent to pick up Larry's Guardian
staring up at me was a copy of a old Jackie mag...

I smiled remembering way back when...
when I thought I had troubles. Pah I didn't know I was born!

Tuesday, 29 July 2008

PLUS CA CHANGE!

I have been enthralled and have thoroughly enjoyed reading this book, ‘Can any mother hear me?’ by Jenna Bailey. I was introduced to it through a excerpt and review in the Readers and Book groups magazine ‘newbooksmag’ .

The book tells the story of a group of women in the 1930's who by chance came together and corresponded through a secret shared magazine. These women united for various personal reasons, but they shared the lonely, isolated existence of all housewives and mothers in the society of their time . They all felt a need to share and exchange their worries and concerns, feeling and needs.
Sound familiar so far?

Every two weeks a new magazine was compiled and posted to each woman, who in turn read it and wrote her comments upon it.

This poignant, informative and humorous compilation of a series of letters, experiences and as l see it, cries for help and recognition by other likeminded 'stay at home' mums, helped them to maintain their sanity.

It occured to me that the women in this book weren’t so far removed from ourselves; we are but a group women, mothers, wives (and dads too) who are busily writing our blogs (!) and I guess we probably reflect a much larger global exchange. The similarities of the women in this book though, don’t stop there, the women wrote under pseudonyms. Some of the women met up annually, some didn't or couldn’t for various reasons. In the 1930’s (and in some measure even to the present day) roles as wives and mothers went unrecognised.

So it was out of necessity that these women came to share and reflect with each other, especially in this unusual and innovative way. The experience for many turned out to be life changing.

So much of women’s lives has changed over the years since the 1930's or even 1960's, in fact some may say out of all recognition, women now have careers or children and some women have both. We now have help around the home thanks to modern technology and products, with small or no thanks due to the men in our lives (unless they invented them). But one aspect l think remains the same is the sense of identity and confidence women lose as their roles change from independent women to not so independent women, who endlessly try and balance and juggle, house, home, kids and all the other crap foisted upon us (wittingly or unwittingly).

We just have to get on and deal with it, as did these women and all our female forbears including our mothers and grandmothers.

The womens' correspondence continued for over 50 years, they shared a rare experience, made meaningful and rewarding friendships. Until now their stories and their magazines were frozen in time, as they were archived in boxes at the University of Sussex. From where it was uncovered by the author, who was so inspired by these womens’ writings.

The result is a compelling and uplifting book and l am staggered by the similarities that run through it, emotionally and practically.

l urge you to read it..


Plus ca change!

‘plus ca change, plus c'est la meme chose’ - french phrase
Translated means – ‘The more things change, the more they stay the same’.

Like a moth to a flame...

Everything changes, nothing stays the same, so the saying goes, and yet here I am in a space where nothing has seemingly changed; it is just...