Thursday, May 20, 2010

Women's fashion of WWII


From 1930 to 1945 America went through both WWII and the Great Depression. During this time many household items and food were rationed to America, including fabrics. Ultimately making fashion practically unaffordable for many folks. Also forcing the America’s who do have money to shop into buying locally. During this time women were encourage to reinvent mens’ suits into smart outfits since many uniforms weren’t in use. Often women would even recycle old clothing, perhaps making a pair of shorts out of a pillow case. Other women resorted to buying or trading clothes from friends and family. The style of the time was a huge difference from the 30’s flapper girl. Women fashion turned for a more softer look by using techniques like cutting on the bais. Returning the waistline to it’s natural place, creating fuller skirts that end below the knee. Matching pants or skirts suit sets were very popular during this time. Also, women started to wear long hair again, women often arranging their hair into what was called a high pompadour at the front or sides of her face, while creating u-shaped roll at the back. Bathing suits became a hot commodity, now with more styles to choice from then ever before; one and two-piece swim suits available with a variety of options. Suits with halter-tops, or other options likes shorts or skirt-like bottoms. Moreover, the fashion of this era inspires me with its pure glamorousness. I admire how this era’s fashion concentrates on accentuating a women’s hour-glass figure, with suit jackets curving in at the waistline and A-line skirts. In my opinion this era is very flattering to almost any women’s figure.

My Bulldog


Phoebe the Fearless Leader, happens to be this loud, smelly, snoring heap next to me. Phoebe is an English Bulldog who just turned 2, on May 7th and has taught me a lot in just a little less then one year.

First lesson, even though you name a dog Fearless Leader does not mean that they are in fact, fearless.

When Phoebe gets excited or happy she wiggles her whole butt to make-up for her anti-tail

My Bully snores louder than humanly possible

And when she snores she does so, with no rhythm

Because of this she is not allowed to sleep in the bedroom with us

Phoebe loves anything that stinks, especially feet

Phoebe sometimes gets gas... often waking herself up, she gets up and runs away from her own stink

Phoebe who hates getting wet is petrified of umbrellas

My Dog loves long car rides, but hates the wind in her face

When Phoebe likes another dog she feels the need to put her butt on them

Phoebe putting her butt on you is sign that she likes you

When she is excited Phoebe begins to run sideways, wanting to lead the way, yet trying to watch me and see which way I am going

Phoebe’s nickname is stinkerella, and for good reason too..

My bulldog naturally smells bad

An excited Bulldog may lead to a chipped tooth, ask me how I know

Phoebe loves the Vet’s office

My bulldog can not skateboard (not like Tiltan and Rosie can)

Phoebe is in fact afraid of a skateboard

My dog likes tall weeds or snow, she likes to hop through them like a bunny

When she sleeps her tongue is often hanging halfway out of her mouth

Phoebe loves to sun-bath, she stretches her paws out in every directions and basks in the sun light

Victorian Mourning Costume


Mourning clothes were very fashionable during the Victorian Era. This trend was believed to be started by Queen Victoria. After the death of Prince Albert in 1861, The Queen went into mourning until her death in 1901. Traditionally when mourning a close family member the morning period can last for 2 years, in some cases till the mourners’ own death. Often families would tie a piece of black crape on their doors’ to signify to visitors that there had been a death in the family. The typical mourning period consisted of to phases; full mourning and half mourning. Full mourning lasted one year and one day. Women’s full mourning clothes were predominately made out of a material called Crape; a black silk-like material with no shine. Women’s dresses had no adornments and usually covered their hair with a bonnet. The half mourning period usually lasted about 9 months. During this time we start to see women’s clothes with more adornments such as; buttons, lace, fringe and ribbons. Also women would start to wear more elaborate fabrics like silk and velvet. Jewelry was also was popular during the half mourning phase. Often mourners’ would make jewelry using a lock of the deceased’s hair. After the half morning period, Mourners’ would have many more clothing options. Even with black no longer being enforced, after the mourning period, women would still wear subdued colors like; grey, purple, lilac and steel blue. Again many women mourners continue to mourn until their own deaths. In my opinion Victorian mourning fashion has influenced today’s gothic fashion. The Victorian era has been such an inspiration to me and my design aesthetic. This era is one of my personal favorites because I love the all different styles of cosets and bodices they incorporated into their wardrobes. Personally I look forward to revamping the Victorian corset.

Wednesday, March 31, 2010

My Summer


At the beginning of last summer(09) Robert and I have decided that we would attempt an Olympic Triathlon for the Leukemia & Lymphoma Society. The Olympic Triathlon consists of a .98 mile swim, 24.8 bike, finished by 6.2 mile bike. Honestly, it was the most gratifying feelings to be able to make a difference in peoples life's. Knowing that I was a part of something much bigger than me, to know that I could help find a cure. Ultimatly to be able to help the Leukemia & Lymphoma Society rise more money.
All this was going fine and dandy up until Saturday at one our group practices. After the first open water swim of the season and about 5 min.s into our 40 min. run when I fell and fractured 3 digits in my left hand. Which put me out of commisson for the rest of the season.
Meanwhile, during the 6 weeks we trained together we also had a visit from his two children, Jack and Trey. Which kept us very busy with hikes in Muir Woods, days at Stinson Beach, visits to Monterey Bay Aquarium and weekends down in LA, these boys kept us busy.
But one of my favorite experiences we encountered during their trip was the Hot Air Ballon ride. This day July 5th, stood out the most for me. First we had to be at the Ballon by 5:45 to help blow it up. Once the huge silk ballon was finally full we where able to get in the basket. After Robert, Jack, Trey, myself and the pilot were all abroad. Slowly the rainbow colored ballon started to rise with the encouragement of the touch hissing loudly above our heads. What felt like thousands of feet in the air was merely hundreds, while the view stretched for miles. After our ballon ride landed Robert and I were off to LA.
Later on, at small cafe in Pasadena we meet up with Lavone and Lavina for lunch. Then we ending up shopping and tasting wine for the rest of the afternoon. After a long day of shopping, Robert and I invited them to a burlesque circus show that night. Which they happily agreed to. Which Aunt Lavina might have not realized what she was getting herself into. The Circus theme was how life continued after death in the graveyard. And the performers were barely dressed. Soon after the show we realize that somebody has miss placed the keys to my car. After Robert's walk of shame back to the apartment to get the spare keys. We were finally able to drive the car home and get some much needed sleep.


Hemingway Moveable Feast Essay


Ernest Hemingway was born in Oak Park, Illinois, in July of 1899. Hemingway was the first born child of Dr. Clarence Edmonds and Grace Hall Hemingway. Despite Mrs. Hemingway’s strong musical influences, during young Hemingway’s high school years he discovered his passion for writing. Moreover, he began writing for the school’s newspaper called the Tabula and ended up editing it during his senior year. After high school, Hemingway became a reporter for The Kansas Star. Six months later, he quit his job as a reporter to join the Red Cross Ambulance Corps. Until 1918, when his career ended as an ambulance driver, when he was struck by a trench mortar shell, which he was later received a Silver Medal for assisting victims despite his own injuries. In 1920, Hemingway returned home shorty, and by the advice of a mutual friend, he married Hadley Richardson. Soon after, Hadley and Ernest settled in Paris, which sets the stage for his book called A Moveable Feast. In this book Hemingway shows his loyalties towards his faithful friends.

The first friend Hemingway introduces is Miss Gertrude Stein. Miss Stein and her companion lived in an upscale garden apartment. This lend Hemingway to question Stein’s sexuality. Regardless, Hemingway enjoyed his talks with Stein about different painters and writers. Miss Stein called Hemingway’s writing inaccrochable and refers to it as something a painter would paint but could not sell. On one occasion Miss Stein brought up the topic of homosexuals and how it was only appropriate for women because, “They do nothing that they are disgusted by...and they can lead lives together,” which leads the reader to question her sexuality. In the chapter A Strange Goodbye, Hemingway over hears a fight while waiting at Stein’s front door. He hears Stein asking “pussy” to please stay, which might confirm she question sexuality.

Sylvia Beach, was the owner of Shakespeare and Company, a book store. Hemingway and Beach’s friendship spawned from her pure kindness. During their first conversation Beach acknowledges Hemingway’s finical status by his address, and makes humorous small talk about restaurants in the area. He was bedazzled by how she allowed him to barrow her books without first paying the deposit. Thrilled by this great book store Hemingway hurries home to tell his wife, who insists that the debt be repaid at once. Afterwards, Hemingway stopped by the book store to check his mail, and become discouraged by the lack of profit from his book sold in Germany. This discouragement lead to Hemingway unloading some of his money troubles on Beach. Although the book does not mention it, this may be where Beach begins to lend him money.

Hemingway’s first meet with Scott Fitzgerald, ends with him fainting on a bar. Apparently, this was a lasting impression on Hemingway, and he agrees to go on a paid for trip with Fitzgerald. Hemingway was enthusiastic about the trip and thought, “sense I had not yet read, The Great Gatsby, I thought of him as a much older writer,” he would soon be disappointed. Ready to leave for Lyon, Hemingway found no sign of Fitzgerald, and decides to continue on the journey. Days later Hemingway finally meets up with Fitzgerald and realizes this is not the paid for trip promised to him, yet he decides to make the best of the situation. While on the car ride back to Paris, Fitzgerald falls into a drunken stupor, Hemingway is then forced to take care of the withering Fitzgerald. Throughout, all of Fitzgerald’s complaints, Hemingway continues to try lift his spirits.

Hemingway befriends a writer named Ezra Pound. Although, Hemingway did not understand Pound’s taste for art, he still admired Pound’s kindness. Since Pound has already befriended the writers within the area, Hemingway happily takes his advice on how to deal with the worst of them. Pound tries to inspire other people’s kindness, with his charity called “Bel Esprit.” A program he started to help out a fellow writer who has no time to write because of his long hours at the bank. Bel Esprit is a collection of people gathering, money to help T. S. Eliot find the time to write. Hemingway did not have the same enthusiasm as Pound did about Bel Sprit. Regardless of whether he annoyed Pound with his nickname for the writer, “Major Eliot,” Hemingway was active member of the Bel Esprit. Thanks to the publication of The Waste Land, Pound’s Bel Esprit, helped free Eliot from his job at the bank.

Hemingway doesn't seem to show the same loyalties as spouse. In the beginning of the book it seemed that Hadley was his best friend, this bond slowly starts to fade as the book continues. In the opening chapters, Hemingway took his wife out “racing” to gamble on horses or they would go on walks together. Often Hemingway admired the things like private toilet that she gave up to be with him. Even still Hemingway never mentions how Hadley was heiress to a trust fund. Seamlessly Hemingway’s attention shifts to patrons at the cafes he frequents so often. As time goes on the couple start to miss connections and the only real time the spend together is on their vacations. On one occasion Hadley and son were sent out to vacation early and while away Hemingway acquired a new love interest.

Hemingway faithfulness prevails as a friend, yet isn’t quite as bold as a husband. This book took Hemingway nearly 3 years to finish. The time line of this book and the characters pertaining to it, is roughly from 1921 to 1926 in the city of Paris. Even though in the Preface of this book Hemingway mentions how all of these characters might be fictional, when indeed they are not, but the thing to remember is this on side of the story. As Hemingway’s health starts to decline he moves from Cuba to Idaho. In 1961, just two day after being released from the hospital, from his last suicide attempt, Hemingway deliberately shot himself with his favorite shotgun. It wasn’t until three years after Hemingway’s death that A Moveable Feast was first published. Until 2009, when Hemingway’s son published a rewritten edition of the same book that supposedly was the last draft Hemingway ever worked on.

The Miami Triathlon


Geeze, where do I start, after the drive down to Florida. I was happy to spend time with my Parents and my Aunt and Uncle who came down to visit me for my event. I was happy to have such a lovely bunch cheerleaders, but nervous to perform. Not that my family would throw tomatoes, more like what if I ended up hurting myself again and wouldn't be able finish. I mean what a waste it would be to travel all that way just to watch a family member fall down and go Boom!! Might be a little funny, but non the less you came there with the intent of watching them to finish.

On the day of my race it just so happen to be day-light-saving time. So not only did I lose three hours driving cross country, I lost yet another hour. So hurrying to get there before the sunrise, was no walk in the park and ultimatly pushing back eveybodies start time.

The swim was much colder than I imagined. Earlier in the morning I was making fun of others for wearing wetsuits. As cold as it was I finished in my swim in 40 minutes.

Next came the 24.8 mile bike ride. Which sucked partly because the wind picked up to about 10 mph, and the fact that the course went over a major causeway. Regardless, I should’ve known better when I dropped of my bike the day before the race saw a bunch of kite suffers. By the time I finished my bike ride my legs were dead and my butt was thanking me.

After the swim came the 6.2 mile run, down a small narrow dirt path. Which ended up taking up me the same amount of time to finish as the bike did. The reason for this might be because I missed the turn around the first time and end going a bit further then I had too.

Non the less I finished the race in 4 hours and 20 minutes. I am not sure if that qualifies me as a triathlete, maybe something more like a finisher.

Story I wrote in 06


My story begins on the 13th saturday of our sophomore year at the Military Academy. Ring Ring sings the phones, “Chelsea, you and everyone is invited to the party of the year at Erin’s house tonight!!” So of course my girls and I are gonna be there. For the rest of the night my best pal Kat and I raid each other wardrobes.

At about 10:30 we finally arrived at Erin’s house dressed to kill. Now, Erin is a senior on the varsity football team at our high school. Known throughout the school as a bad-ass and his parents were out of town, which made this the party to attend. After, a quick meet and greet around the premise, we find Erin at a beer pong. Naturally Kat is enticed by this and ends up in a game of beer pong, which she doesn’t care for to begin with, yet she willingly participates because of whose team she is on. Instead of watching this sickening display of affection I decide to wonder around and rendezvous with other friends.

Later on around midnight thirty Kat finds me again. “Wasted.” was the word she used to describe her great buzz, just before joined Erin on a ride to local McDonald’s. Leery of letting her go there and knowing my friend there was nothing I could have done to stop her.

Already after 1 o’clock I start to get worried. Tired of waiting and wondering how far they could have gotten. Later on we get a phone call that seemed like what we all had been waiting for, “We are at the gas station on Bee Ridge Road,” the phone barked at me.

After arriving at the Texaco, I see Erin and his two butt buddies standing out side by his truck with long faces.

“Where is she?” I asked.

“In the Bathroom,” Erin replied not even looking up from his feet.

As I arrive in the bathroom, I first notice the already open handicap stall and closed door to a smaller stall. As I further investigate the last stall a notice droplets of blood and a small set of shoes.

“Kat?” I called out.

“Yea,” answered a familiar faint wimpier.

“Its me,” I returned.

Then there was a loud metal clank and the stall door slowly creaked open. Those two bloody little shoes took two steps forward. A beach hung from clenched hands underneath her chin all the way down ti her knee covered in dark patches of blood. Black lines of tears from her mascara ran down her pale scared face. At this point I was speechless, I didn't know what to do or say my brain was racing. “It willn’t stop!” she cried to me, as she stared down at her blood soaked shorts. Even though my gut told me otherwise I assumed her, “Everything is gonna be alright,” and wrapped her up in a towel and walked her out to the ambulance. I watched her scared pale face glow from behind the tinted glass of passenger window as they left for the hospital.

Ever since that day neither she nor I ever again spoke about the series of unfortunate events that happen that night. In the end this event has made me a lot more cautious about the company I keep.