If you can’t tell I love vintage everything, I even read about vintage in my spare time I love it so much. My submission is actually this first photograph. Our county fair starts on Tuesday and I have been submitting entries in the Antique Division called Old Clothing which really should be renamed to vintage clothing but I digress. This 1960’s black dress has sequin sewn all over it so it catches the light and sparkles. It is a drop waist dress so any body type can easily wear it and look great doing so…as I like to say you would be “One Hot Mama!”
This photograph show my fair entry last year (2013).
2012’s entry. I won first place and Best of Show that year.
Still life art is something I have struggled with, and after multiple attempts to create this piece I finally have something I actually like.
I have a pretty decent collection of Zane Gray first edition books, I was introduced to Zane Gray by my Nana Janet. Apparently my Grandpa Jim enjoyed Zane Gray and she would let me borrow his books, after reading all of his I started checking them out from the library and buying the earliest editions I could find at flea markets, book stores and antique malls. I don’t think I ever paid more than $10 for a copy. I was gifted several first editions by friends and family for birthdays and Christmas throughout the years. You see I live less than an hour away from Zanesville, Ohio the birthplace of Zane Gray which ironically wasn’t named after him the city was founded by his maternal great-grandfather Ebenezer Zane. Per Wikipedia “Zanesville was named after Ebenezer Zane, who had constructed Zane’s Trace, a pioneer road from Wheeling, VA (now WVa) to Maysville, KY through present-day Ohio. In 1797, he gave land as payment to his son-in-law, John McIntire (1747–1811), at the point where Zane’s Trace met the Muskingum River. With Zane’s help, McIntire platted out the town and opened an inn and ferry by 1799. In 1801, Zanesville was officially renamed from Westbourne (Zane’s chosen town name).”
The small horn is my salute to Christmas as it is my favorite holiday besides my birthday. (wink wink).
The shoe form is new founded collection of mine I have several different kinds laying about the house waiting for their own special place to reside.
The wooden box was found in a large cardboard box of tools my husband had purchased at a local auction, I just love the patina on it and the fact it actually held cheese at one time. It has a place of honor on my bookcase that is to my right of my desk.
I am not sure which one I like better, the brown handbag with the Lucite knob clasp (LOVE!) with the blue leather gloves or the pale daffodil yellow gloves. Which one do you prefer?
Patterns are all around us, not just in physical form either. For instance I see patterns in life a lot, let me give you an example; I am the middle of 5 children who collectively have 12 grandchildren for my parents. Now with the exception of the oldest and youngest grandchildren there are what I like to call cousin twins, 2 cousins that were born in the same year.
Another example of patterns or as my one sister calls it serendipity, my oldest is taking swimming lessons with a boy who is a family friend. This boy is exactly a year younger than my daughter to the day, now her swimming teacher has them both on the color orange to swim at the same time.
Those are the kind of patterns I see around me all the time, many others may not notice them however I get a kick out it.
Now there are patterns that we live with that are hideous such as this one
This pattern is the fake rock wall paneling in my kitchen, I hate it because I feel like I am in a cave rather than my kitchen. Plus it is a pain in the neck to clean.
Then there are patterns that only the sun or a bright light can make like this one.
The sun is shining through the window in my living room and leaves this shadow pattern.
So you see patterns are all around us, we just have to keep looking for them in all forms and fashions.
Growing up my parents were very particular about what kind of things my siblings and I were allowed to watch and for that I am very grateful. My Mom showed us what talent there was to be hand in musicals. Gene Kelly is one of my favorite dancers, I could sit and watch him tap dance all day long.