Beware the Ides of March

I put the Ides on my calendar each year like it’s a holiday or special event that I must remember. I don’t really know the exact reason this date in history so intrigues me? Perhaps, it’s that it’s so very close to my Birthday and I some how identify with Caesar…haha, my greatness, go ahead faun. 😛

But really! I read Julius Caesar freshmen year in high school and I was totally hooked. “Et tu Brute?” how could you Brutus! You were his friend! What a betrayal ahhhhh!

So tonight when you snuggle up with your House of Cards, drinking a glass of Chianti, slice of pizza neopolitano in hand, reflect on the merits of friendship.

Luv and Hugs,


Where it all began, Mary Quant.

“We thought we were making clothes for our friends; for sort of art students, actresses and a few sort of um crazy people around Chelsea..I think, in a funny way, we must have anticipated what people wanted and I hated fashion the way it was, I wanted clothes to be far more casual and easy going and sexy.” -Mary Quant (BBC 4 Interview in 1971)

On busting on to the London fashion scene in the late 60’s and killn’ it!

Another Fad

Jenni Murrey calls Mary Quant a “Game Changer” saying “For my generation, a teen in the 60’s, she blew away the twinset and pearls and covering your knees and brought in the mini and shoes you could actually walk even run in” (Presented by Jenni Murray BBC Radio 4 , Woman’s Hour, Wed 19 Mar 2014)

And that’s what is so inspiring; functional, fashionable and sexy! All three in one!

What you do is play both vids at once, use the music from the Fashion from 1969 vid (below) playing in the background as you listen to Mary in the 1968 CBC Archives (above) talk about making round shoes. It’s surprisingly awesome!

I want to be Mary Quant…or at least have the 1967 wardrobe at my disposal 😉

Chelsea Palace on King's Road

That Makes me a Rat


Just once I want my birthday to be like an 80’s movie…right!

Well it’s not but I’ve had a lot of fun especially on my Birthday. And since it’s coming up and also it’s Chinese New Year why not combine the two?

Do you know what year you were born in. Well I’m the year of the Rat, yeppers, I’m a rat. Below is the chart if you want to know what you are…

And up until like a few years ago I didn’t even know what that meant outside of those paper menus at China Garden in small town Kansas. You know the ones that say each year and show a picture that is inevitably covered in cream cheese and syrupy plum sauce from the not so authentic crab rangoon..but again I digress, so I heard the story of the animals in the zodiac and my friend Ilin (from Taiwan mind you) told me why it’s sooo awesome to be a rat…we’re smart you see, also resourceful, so eat that!…can I get mine with those crispy noodles?.. love those ;).

So here’s the story so you can learn how your animal is not as awesome as the rat, who is cunning…


Chinese Zodiac Animals

I would like to make a side note that it’s sad that China’s rich heritage, culture and literature has been condensed to a paper menu for this blog 😳 … I’m sorry, I really do appreciate it and want to learn more. That’s why I’m planning on going to the heritage festival this weekend so I can learn more…and eat more he he.

And since this is a umm errr a fashion blog, here is a photo from 1940’s Beijing, PRIOR to the Cultural Revolution where like everyone dressed in beige jumpsuits and had page boy hair cuts..

40's Bejing

HAPPY NEW YEAR Monkeys!!! (2016 is your year my darling, I’m not calling you a monkey) ❤ ❤ ❤

Hugs and Cuddles,


“Used” became “Vintage”

Atlas Obscura has long been a favorite read of mine. This post gives a digest of changing fads what’s old is cool and so on.

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Trying too hard in the 80’s

Here’s the post for you to read yourself : HOW ‘USED CLOTHING’ BECAME ‘VINTAGE FASHION’

When someone dresses anachronistically, people usually want to know what statement they’re trying to make. But the meaning of vintage fashion has been changing for the last 50 years—ever since “dressing vintage” became something different than just wearing someone else’s old clothes.

I like the fact they used anachronism in a sentence because it’s a fun word but really how often do you use it…it feels out of time and place here 😉



O my Luve is like a red, red dress…

Red Dress

Yay! An over exposed mirror selfie! Oh well, you get the point.

I ignored red for most of my adolescence and early adult life. It was too strong! It would wash out this pale skin and darken my hallow eyes, so I believed, however…beginning… well, only 5 years ago or so I took it in. Into my err I mean wardrobe I welcome…”So fair art thou, my bonnie lass.. So deep in luve am I” (and Robert Burns turns in his grave). The fact that I even know that poem is thanks to Mr. Dubbie DuBrin (sp?) poor high school English teacher..we were so cruel to you, the dilettante that I am.

Cameron Diaz

SMOKN’ (I think that was actually from Ace Ventura…he he)

RED, means power, provocation, passion. I found a strappy red dress on ebay, I wanted nineties, I wanted square neck and hip hugging with a slit. I wanted to be Cameron Diaz from The Mask. Ahahaha! didn’t even realize it until today, just now as I was processing this photo! That was what I was going for. She was my ideal sexy lady. Could I recreate it via Socratic method? No, well, it’s just a dress but red it a new love. Red I embrace thee!



And since we’re on the topic of 90’s movies…dude have you seen The Room!?! I am without words. Above, a gif, imagine this line read like Arnold Schwarzenegger with a bunch of gummie worms in his mouth. If you haven’t seen it, The Room is the best, worst Movie I have ever seen.





So I was born and raised in the wild west of Arizona, more like urban cowgirl because I hate the smell of manure and I am deathly afraid of horses (ever since Tumbleweed, Leigh’s ill tempered and potbellied pony of a horse bit my arm at 9…shaking fist…seriously it left a bruise a the size of an orange!). I swore upon leaving at 18 that I would never move back, swore . I had been drug up and down Indian reservations and to the Herd Museum so many times I can’t count. I can identify Zuni deities and Hopi hairstyles for Pete’s sake! And now I’m back, I did what I swore I’d never do and I love native american art, Sonoran mexican food and I want to curl up under a freakn’ Navajo rug and watch the sunset.

I blame this picture from my preschool. Two year old Cara in a studio atop a pony, fringed chaps and vest. I especially like the pink bandanna, nice touch. Imprinted with the southwest, I return to my urban roots to ogle purple mountains majesty on the horizon and really wide avenues. This is home.

It’s the Most Wonderful Time of the Year

…When you’re Andy Williams (totally stole that from a grumpy cat meme) no judgement.

I stayed with my Grandparents for a few days earlier this month and had a rock awesome time watching shows, cooking, looking through 1960’s and 70’s photos of my parents, here are a few gems (he he he)

In addition Grandmother and I gorged ourselves on holiday television programming. The all-time highlight was a Christmas Special on PBS, The Best of Andy Williams Christmas.


Now when I told my dear Mother that I was watching this, eyes unblinking like a child at the mantle waiting on Santa Christmas Eve, I could literally hear her roll her eyes, much to my surprise she asked, “Cara, it’s so campy, how can you handle it?” to which I replied “That’s the beauty of it! It’s so saccharin sweet that it’s authentic, Andy Williams literally believed everything he was singing! To Andy it was the most wonderful time of the year and it was beginning to look a lot like Christmas! His smile and cheese was authentic, how can I handle it, I love it because it is truly felt, and that warms my heart”.betteandandy2

The other thing is, it’s all being seen with new eyes. I didn’t have this on a B&W in the background of my childhood. The show ended practically a decade before I was born. I didn’t even know Andy Williams was the one singing about Christmas on the radio starting the day after Thanksgiving till the New Year. Watching him talk about the show, his family and the memories they had making it, was a treat.

The sets were as plastic as they come, the costumes over the top, and did I mention his array of matching outfits with his brothers! Hilarious! I am personally fond of the white turtle neck combo.

But that’s the glory of it. I think there’s something in me, maybe even in all the millennial kids that lived through the recession, to want to know it’s going to be ok, that our family will surround us and sing and laugh and dance, that the world isn’t such a scary place, with no jobs and people taking advantage of each other and these awful wars. Maybe if we all watched a little more Andy Williams we’d appreciate it (sorry about the speech, I’ll come down off my soap box now).

Blessings to you and your loved ones this Holiday Season, hold them tight, tell them you love them and sing a few carols for good cheer.

Merry Christmas to you and a Happy New Year!

Peace and Love,


P.S. And I know it wasn’t all easy for Andy and his wife apparently she was…well wild, “ran away with that professional skier!” Oh my! Well that’s what Grandmother said anyway 😉

When Flying was Sexy…

Among other things, so light up your cigarettes recline in your spacious seats, we’re preparing for take-off.

While passing through various airports this holiday season, a display of photos caught my eye. They were on the development of my beloved hometown airport, Sky Harbor International . The desert motif is mixed with 60’s modern design as you can see in the photos below.

And! some vintage articles, an amazing travel bag #want!  fine cutlery and decks of cards to pass the time (those people really suffered…right).Pan Am

Now for PAN AM awesomeness, did you know there’s a store totally dedicated to merchandise and flight themed goods in the Seattle Tacoma Airport? You didn’t?!? Well, well, well ,my friend check-it-out!

Planewear has  similar repro  bags I was drooling over a minute ago, amid other flight themed items (the toddler bomber jacket is just plane (he he) adorable!)  If you’re in SEA-TAC  B Gates, you must stop in!


The 1960’s were the golden era of air travel. You had to dress up, could expect a young women to wait on you in a miniskirt with a smile, and the silverware was real, real silverware and the drinks free. I won’t bore you too long with the stark comparison to modern air travel. Let’s just leave it at; active wear that’s right bust out your leggings and hoodies everyone, overweight gentleman in a middle seat on a five hour flight pushing your elbow of the arm rest, and free peanuts.

Back to my vintage fantasy: gender in the workplace aside, running away to become a stewardess  was a glamorous and exciting venture for most young and fresh woman of the 1960’s, freedom to travel, independence and high (get it?) fashion. As presented by various movies including Almost Famous where Zooey Deschanel shows off a lot of leg and sass to her momfhd000ALF_Zooey_Deschanel_006

(Had to throw this in, I love this movie!)You'll be cool

And  in Catch Me If You Can…aww Leo…catch-me-if-you-can

So let’s talk about the fashion! Miniskirts, bright colors and fabulous, adorable, teeny tiny marzipan box hats cute as buttons on perfectly sculpted hair.

National Geo did a short vid on air travel in the 60’s which is fun looking at the carefree way it’s presented like those classic Disney movies where everyone is smiling.

Well Passengers, thank you for choosing to read my blog, it’s always a pleasure to have you visit. Please sit back, relax , enjoy and have a very Merry Christmas!



Creeper or Keeper – Lionel Richie’s Hello

Dear whoever posted that ridiculous music video of Lionel Richie singing Hello without the backup. yeah you know who you are…you ruined Adele’s Hello for me.

Yep, having seen this totally awkward vid where Richie is a professor who stocks his community college student around and then she makes a weird clay sculpture of his head and they kiss (ewww) You have to watch this…but remember once seen it can never be unseen…think about it.

So now every time I hear Adele’s Hello, I see the curly 80’s mullet and stashyface of Lionel Richie. Adele’s songs make the people who hear them weep, yes sob uncontrollably at the beauty and pain of her experience and lyrics and rich voice (not to forget her 60’s style, so awesome) but no, no I feel nothing of that, I inappropriately smile and think wow Lionel Richie was a creeper…so thank you, thank you guy who felt the need to post this prior to Adele’s release of Hello.

And in case you missed it there’s some pretty funny parodies out there:

Dancing on the Cieling made this one himself

and Ellen!!!

Gems From Retronaut and Reblogging

Some, well, interesting photos reblogged from my all-time FAV! Retronaut. These 1950’s and 60’s specimens where um err… not only uncomfortable looking poses are modeled but they are compounded by the presence of odd props…take a lookie lookie…


Note the…I can’t even caption this! Ahhh this brush is so soft I’ll take a picture in my nightgown…um…ok?


Or this …Let’s use pretty much everything in the studio and be sure to crank your neck so you look like you may fall off the ladder and remember, smile 🙂

You know I saw this stellar blog post and I really wanted to share it with you but then I had this pang of guilt, is it ok to reblog? Do people do this regularly…I think so, but I don’t want to be hated by those I dearly love, follow, admire . So you know what I did? I googled it, yep , I entered “Is it kosher to reblog?” right in that little white box and of course google didn’t answer my question, it got all caught up on the word “kosher”! Like nobody uses kosher except in the context of Jewish culture ! Then rabbit trail of of gold paved trails! I found this blog post, it answered the question of all questions, it was the quintessential google search outcome of all outcomes “Are Unicorns Kosher?” well here is the answer…

Unicorns are kosher. There was an actual talmudic debate and the current consensus is that unicorns are kosher. There is no conclusion to this paragraph, I just wanted to announce that I belong to a religion whose clergy members thought it was important to decide whether or not we could eat unicorns and then concluded that yes, yes we could, as long as the meat is drained of blood and not eaten with dairy.

reblogged you’re welcome.