Monthly Archives: August 2012

Society Page

While researching the designer label on an evening gown I picked up this weekend for Tiddleywink Vintage, I came across the “society” page of The Pittsburgh Press, November 15, 1947. I hope you like these snippets. Click ’em to see ’em larger.

Dolores (Carr) Rothrauff, 1947

Bunnye (Wedner) Kramer, 1947

Dorothy (Parrish) Briney, 1947

Social Situations, 1947

Juke Box Wail, 1947

Long Skirts, 1947

Other News:

A day in Leadville, CO

  • The fella and I, along with his younger sister and their parents, went up to Leadville (Colo.) for a day trip over the weekend for the parents’ 40th anniversary. The dad lived in Leadville until 1958, so it was a trip jam-packed with anecdotes and information that really made for an interesting day. We saw the hospital where dad was born (now condos) as well as the tar-paper house where his mother was born in 1906. We went past the rectory where her father first stopped—ready to receive his last rites—when he arrived in Leadville, because he was sure that his arid-climate nosebleed was in fact a sign of the high-altitude-induced brain hemorrhage that would soon cause his death. :) An antiques shop in Leadville is where I found the aforementioned gown, but seeing as it’s not exactly a fancy-dress town, I’m not sure if it ever saw a dance floor locally. Perhaps it caught a performance or two at the Tabor Opera House before being packed away for many years.
  • Also acquired: my first piece (no, really!) of Fire-King Jadite ovenware! I’ve long been on the hunt for a single, affordable, useful piece. Yes, I could use a mug, but I have this whole matchy-matchy thing going and I likely wouldn’t. I once found a solo fridgie dish-and-lid for a reasonable price, but it was chipped. Then lo, what do I spy in the corner of the antiques store but what appears to be a smallishy loaf baker which is not only marked a reasonable $22 but also conveniently on sale for 20% off! Once I got it home I learned that it’s actually a fridgie dish but with the less common (?) “Colonial” style rim, and it should have a clear lid. This set came with the same clear, handle-less lids used on the Gay Fad painted series. Those seem more easily found online, so I may buy myself a Gay Fad set just to steal the lid. ANYway…pale green bliss!
  • The cherry-pie-that-didn’t-turn-out, I have decided, will make a delicious addition to a batch of homemade ice cream. Mmmm, ice cream!
  • The wardrobe dep’t. for “Vegas” placed another order! Woo!
  • Um, probably other stuff! Zippity doo-dah!

Very happy to be working this week on a project for Cooper House, who are not only pretty darn fab designers (and coders), but also wonderful friends. However, between that and a client meeting I have on Wednesday and a high-maintenance-pet-sitting gig I have going all this week: go away. I’m busy. I’ll be blogging (I hope!) but you have a reprieve from the baking/canning/cooking posts this week. Ta for now!

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Not-Pie and OHMIGOURD SECTIONAL

Chapter One, in which Wink makes an experimental pie:

Yeah. Well. They’re not all winners. If they were, I’d have to blog more often. This is shoesandpie, after all. This pie is still a good idea, but the experimental crust requires [secret ingredient] and as that’s not something I often have access to, it may be a loooong time before I get a chance to make a second, improved attempt. Actually, the crust looks okay. It’s the straight-off-the-tapioca-box-label filling that didn’t impress me. I’ve never had luck with tapioca-thickened fruit fillings, but for some reason I keep trying them. Anyway, I’ll cut into the pie-soup tonight. I’m sure it will be a tasty dessert, just not a good pie. There are still plenty of cherries left over.

Chapter Two, in which OHMIGOURD THIS LIVING ROOM SET YES PLEASE.

Kroehler sofa ad, from the May, 1948 issue of Woman’s Home Companion

Not only is one of the suggested configurations exactly what I’ve been wanting to do with my own sectional, but OH MY THAT UPHOLSTERY. And look! It’s CUSHIONIZED! I have no idea what that means, but I’m sold! My own sectional will continue to work just fine, but I really do need a sofa-seat-height corner table. So if anyone spies a Heywood-Wakefield jobbie just, you know, in a Dumpster somewhere, do let me know.

Chapter Three, in which Wink is still quabbling with Facebook:

I AM NOT TRUSTWORTHY. I AM FULL OF SPAM®. (I prefer Taylor Pork Roll, of course. I’m from New Jersey, after all.)

As best as I can tell—and this is from digging through the Help documentation on their site, not from any communication from them, because they haven’t sent me any—my account has raised some vague suspicion and needs to be verified. As I dig deeper to try to find some way to avoid giving them my personal cell number (they already have my email address and business phone number, why do they need my cell as well?), I find that I can work around that only by sharing either my Drivers License or Passport, or two other forms of photo ID. Given the trouble that Facebook has had in the past with actually deleting information that they claim has been deleted, I’m going to answer that request with a HUGE RED NO. A wonderful friend set up a temporary, disposable phone number so I can log back in, but I’m not comfortable with that. Not only does it just feed the beast more information, but it only proves that the information they’re requesting doesn’t do anything to verify that I’m actually me. The number isn’t mine, isn’t connected to anything of mine, and has nothing to do with me. So it verifies…what, exactly? In the interim, the page is still in a coma. It looks healthy to the naked eye, but there’s nobody behind the curtain. How long after the last post until somebody says, “Hmmm, I guess this shop very suddenly went out of business?”

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The Tale of the Curious Curio

Curio ad, scanned from a 1959 periodical

Okay, so it’s not so much of a tale, actually. Unless you’ve “heard strange tales about mysterious looking Hands.” I came across this small ad in the margin of one of my old magazines (this one from 1959) and I’m intrigued by this…thing. The cost of $3.48 wasn’t exactly small change back then: according to my handy inflation calculator, that’s the buying power of a little more than $27 today. But hey, it does come in its own lambskin bag! I’m just as curious about the semi-random capitalization throughout the ad as I am about the curio. The only other mention I can find online of the P. S. Bureau Co. (not the U.K. utility company) is another ad, this time for a Perpetual Prayer Cross.

I can’t tell you much about this curious curio, but if I ever run across one, I’m gluing a pinback to it and wearing it as a “strange” brooch!

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VICE QUEENS: EXPOSED!

’member the other day when I said I’d picked up some olde periodicals over the weekend? Truth. I was planning to scan in some old ads, for either their entertainment value or their classic beauty, BUT…

The National Police Gazette has, scattered among its pages of (yawn) boxing statistics, PURE PULP GENIUS. I can’t NOT share these images with you. So here we go (and as usual, clicking on an image will show you the larger version):

New York’s Chief Magistrate Murtagh EXPOSES—
DARK SECRETS of the VICE QUEENS

Erica Steele, attractive redhead, was described by police as a “madam.” —The National Police Gazette, Jan 1959 / from “Cast the First Stone,” by John M. Murtagh and Sara Harris, ©1957

Nancy Hawkins, shown here modeling, was one of the girls questioned in New York’s famed Jelke vice case. —The National Police Gazette, Jan 1959 / from “Cast the First Stone,” by John M. Murtagh and Sara Harris, ©1957

Pat Ward, was a chief witness in the trial of Mickey Jelke on vice charges. At right is address book in which Pat kept names of her “friends.” —The National Police Gazette, Jan 1959 / from “Cast the First Stone,” by John M. Murtagh and Sara Harris, ©1957

Model Jerri Maxwell, testifying in a vice trial, admitted having relations with seven men…The men in question, she said, paid her from $20 to $100. —The National Police Gazette, Jan 1959 / from “Cast the First Stone,” by John M. Murtagh and Sara Harris, ©1957

Aren’t they just dripping with intrigue? The book these are all taken from is out of copyright (I checked) so I could share the accompanying article, but these “shamed women” are the best bits anyway.

On a side note: Facebook logged me out while I was posting yesterday, and won’t let me log back in until I give them my cell phone number. Which I won’t do (nor will I go out of my way to get a temporary, “disposable” number just to feed their hunger for personal information), so the Facebook page and all related communication is in a coma until further notice. You can still find me here, as well as on Instagram and Twitter (my username for both is @ampersandwich). And Pinterest, too!

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Vegas, Baby!

My regular readers (that’s you) know that I have a fondness for the early heyday of glitzy, glamorous, kitschy, Las Vegas. Sure, I know there was massive crime and corruption, but OOOH, GLITTER AND STILETTO HEELS AND GUYS IN SUITS. You may not know that I also enjoy a good costume drama. Yes, I very much enjoy shows like Boardwalk Empire, Downton Abbey, and of course Mad Men. So when I glimpsed an ad for a new show on CBS called “Vegas” and set in the early ’60s, I perked up and watched! Based on a true story? Check. Cowboys? Check. Gangsters? Check. From the writer of Goodfellas? Check. Dennis Quaid, Michael Chiklis, and Carrie-Anne Moss? Check, check, and check. Accuracy and attention to detail?

The sets feature a 170-foot-long-block facade of Fremont Street as it appeared in 1960, with an assortment of Western-style casinos, a pawn shop and bingo hall. Electricians installed 500 transformers to power all the neon lights.

[Carey Meyer’s] teams also built a 15,000-square-foot fictional casino called The Savoy, equipped with vintage slot machines, Sputnik chandeliers, period roulette tables and a large awning that opens up to the Fremont Street set.

To make the street as authentic as possible, Meyer relied on old photographs of casinos such as the Golden Nugget and watched clips from famous Vegas movies including “Bugsy,” starring Warren Beatty; the 1960 film “Ocean’s Eleven” starring Frank Sinatra and Dean Martin; and the James Bond picture “Diamonds Are Forever,” which shot a car chase scene on Fremont.

Michael Chiklis, Kai Lennox, James Russo, Dennis Quaid and Jason O’Mara

Carrie-Anne Moss walks with Dennis Quaid on the set. ( Kirk McKoy, Los Angeles Times )

Dennis Quaid waits in front of the Golden Nugget. ( Kirk McKoy, Los Angeles Times )

Well, looks like I have a date with my TV on September 25th. And then…

Over the weekend, I get an unusually large order at Tiddleywink Vintage. Folks typically buy one or two things (although I do offer a discount code on multi-item purchases, and the shipping gets a better break, so ask me if you’re interested) and then come back later for another piece. One item at a time, slowly building up their collection. This order, while not huge, is not typical. I take a look at the shipping address, and HELLO, THIS IS FOR THE WARDROBE DEPARTMENT OF VEGAS! A show where they’re making a point of getting the details right! I am so honored to be recognized this way for accurately describing my listings, and I’m keeping my fingers crossed that I get to see something of “mine” flash across the screen this fall.

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