Friday, December 14, 2012

Solace From The Storm...

I'll be hanging out here for a while.
The horrible tragedies that happened worldwide today have incited verbal wars on the likes of facebook, and no matter how I try to put down my thoughts and condolences, or my views and feelings on the "why" of it all, it seems to just make people even more angry. A few in particular chose to spit vitrol and profanities at me, and instead of talking to me about it and giving me a reason why they feel the way they do, they flounce off like Scarlett O'Hara and unfriend me. Ok good.
I'm sick of it; trying to reason with nut-jobs and cowards.


And now for something serene...

Ann Harding in the 1930s production of 'A Midsummer Night's Dream'

Wednesday, November 21, 2012

An Early Yule Gift To Myself

Of course, with the start of Dickens Fair, there will likely be more such gifts to myself, heh.

This one is a vintage dirndl dress, for a hell of a deal on Etsy, for springtime when it eventually rolls back around.
This is a different style than most of the dirndls already in my closet (I have quite the collection growing now), and while it's probably from the 1970s or 80s, this 'modern' version of the dirndl dress is directly from the late 1930s.
I may need to lengthen the bodice at the waist seam slightly, but I'm just going on the seller's listed measurements of 15 1/4", and I'm not sure if she is measuring from the center front or the shoulder.
I'm tall, about 5'10", so it's often the case with vintage clothing that it runs short in the torso and/or sleeves.
Typically, even in newly made dresses, dirndls have a lot of extra seam allowance on the inside. This allows for size adjustments to be made for a perfect fit and years of wear, regardless of minor size growth or shrinkage of the wearer ;-) German efficiency at it's finest.


In pre-war Germany and surrounding lands such as Austria/Bavaria, there had been a major push to bring back and preserve traditional and regional costume. During the rise of the Nazi regime, it was suggested (never decreed by law) that traditional clothing was the only kind of clothing women should wear and take pride in, yet with so much beautiful fashion coming out of Paris and New York, it was more than a bit difficult to tell a good chunk of Europe to wear what they considered 'old fashioned' 24/7. Needless to say, they had to meet somewhere in the middle...
So, what happened?
Dresses such as this happened; a balance between the popular silhouettes of the late 1930s, and since the dirndl dress cut was already becoming fashionable world wide, this was a nice way to include the more traditional look of Tracht..."a traditional national costume in German-speaking countries. Although the word is most often associated with Austrian and Bavarian costumes, many other peoples of Germany have them."



A typical late 1930s dress...

 "fashionable" and more traditional tracht for women, a fashion spread from the early 1940s...


Bauernmädchen aus dem Miesbacher Oberland...this look was still worn for festivals, and daily wear was not so embellished and accessorized.

Still brought out for special occasions and festivities...

Another traditional costume
 More festival dress, their 'Sunday best'...

Still, wealthy women continued to wear French fashions until it was difficult to get them due to the outbreak of WWII.
This is what we have nowadays...not real dirndls in the traditional sense.
I do like some of the newer versions of the dirndl dress, and what has evolved from the originals.



Tuesday, November 20, 2012

Too close to home...


This image could be new made to look old, it could be just after WWI. And to think that little boy would grow up to face the horror of war once again.
All I know is that it hit me where it hurts, and I had to fight back tears at work.


I never met you, grandfather. You were killed during WWII fighting somewhere on the Eastern Front protecting your home, your family, my grandmother, and my father.
And you are not home, buried in an unknown location.
People assume you were fighting on the wrong side. You were fighting for your life as far as you knew. Being drafted, you had no choice.
I never met you Opa, but I miss you and think of you every single day.
Ever since I can remember.
I love you. Give grandma a kiss for me.

Your granddaughter