Momma's Fabrics

So my mother is a hamster. She has kept everything, I mean EVERYTHING, from the 50's an on. Some people would call her a crazy lady, including me sometimes, but nevertheless the has an AMAZING stock of fabrics.

I was there this evening, and as usual I couldn't help starting to dig around in her boxes, making little "ooh":s and "ohmyGOD":s and "Mom, are you gonna use this one or can I have it?":s.

Usually I can't have fabrics, because she has a plan for it already. Plans are usually something like: "Oh, but that was supposed to be covers for pillows if me and your dad had ever bought a motor boat, it would have looked so nice if we'd had a blue boat with a white top!" "Yes, I agree but you divorced in 1996 and it's kind of unfashionable anyway, so please can I have it and make a beach bag?" "Uhm...uh...i guess...well...no."

Say what you want, but she sticks to her plans alright.

So , let me show a small selection from Mamma's green / blue boxes.







One of them ended up in my bag after all. Guess which one?
Clue: My bags are very full already.

Auntie Margits Treasures - part 2

This dress from Auntie Margits treasure chest is insanely beautiful. It's transparent, dotty, silky and full of whale bone parts to shape the chest.





Oh, Auntie Margit! If only I was as thin as you were, those nights in the forties, when you danced and danced with all the most handsome gentlemen of Stockholm until two in the morning, then let them walk you to the door -but no further!- and you left them there, warm nights in june, to walk home alone through vasastan, the air scented with lilacs and the sun slowly rising. If only I was as thin, I would wear the dress as often as I could!

Auntie Margit's Treasures part 1

Auntie Margit was a hot chick. She never got married, instead lived in an adorable apartment in central Stockholm full with self made oil paintings and tons of party dresses. Oh my god, those dresses. Let's see if I can ever show them. My mother has a bunch of them, 50's dresses of dotted silk and transparent fluffy stuff and whalebone. In-cred-i-ble! I barely fit into some of them.

And this is one of her - neatly folded in their little pouch - handkerchiefs. From the 50's, illustrated by Olle Eksell, showing the life of restaurant Riche in Stockholm.








Seriously - The fish! The lady! The waiter! The menue! Is this the most awesome thing you've seen in a long time - or what?

Don't stop til you get enough

Spontaneous purchase on e-bay five days ago. I was actually looking around for a Barbie rocker. But I thought this little original 80:s Michael looked so sweet and thought he could be good to have somehow. Eins, zwei, drei, meins.

So I won the auction, and little Michael is on his way to my mailbox right now.
And today big Michael went somewhere else as well. How weird is that?