Saturday, October 22, 2011

Manners, Culture and Dress of the Best American Society

One of my strange interests include old time etiquette, and this one I find very interesting. I am concocting at this moment some devious ideas of a ball (oh wait its only ball if you have at least a hundred couples, anything less is just a dance) I mean dance according to these social rules, it would be quite interesting! Anyway we shall see, if you want to check out this delightful book of Manners, Culture and Dress of the Best American Society free on Google e-books. Quite the interesting read if I may have an opinion.
Also since I don't have anything else to talk about here is my latest find for music, it called I am stretched out on your grave, a nice cheery little ditty as you can tell by the title. Following true to my taste of depressing music and fondness for Irish ballads. So I present for your entertainment

Friday, October 14, 2011

The Rose

Today I'm going to share a story, one that you may of read, still is a pretty good tale. Romantic, granted, still I am kinda silly that way that I like that sort of literature.

John Blanchard stood up from his seat and straightened his neatly pressed army uniform as he studied the crowd of people making their way through the Grand Central Station in New York. He eagerly looked for the girl with the rose.
His interest in her had begun two years before in a Florida library. Taking a book off the shelf, he found himself intrigued, not with the words of the book, but with the notes penciled in the margins.
The soft handwriting reflected a thoughtful soul and an insightful mind. In the front of the book, he discovered the previous owner's name: Miss Holly Maynell. In time and some effort he located her address. She now lived in New York City.
He wrote her a letter introducing himself and inviting her to correspond. The next week he was shipped overseas for duty in World War II.
During the next two years they grew to know each other through overseas mail. Each letter was a seed falling on a fertile heart. A romance was budding. Blanchard requested a photograph, but she refused. She felt that, if he really cared, it wouldn't matter what she looked like.
When the day finally came for him to return from Europe, they scheduled a meeting at 7:00 PM at the train station. "You'll recognize me" she wrote, "by the read rose I'll be wearing on my lapel." So at 7:00 PM sharp he was in the station looking for the girl whose heart he loved, but whose face he'd never seen.

In Mr. Blanchard's own words, this is what happened next:
A gorgeous young woman was coming toward me, her figure long and slim. Her blond hair lay back in curls from her delicate ears; her eyes were as blue as flowers. Her lips and chin had a gentle firmness and in her pale green suit she was like springtime come alive. I started toward her, entirely forgetting to notice that she was not wearing a rose. As I moved, a small smile curved her lips. "Going my way, soldier?" she murmured. Almost uncontrollably I made one step towards her - and then I saw Holly Maynell.                                                
 She was standing almost directly behind the girl. A woman well past forty, she had graying hair tucked under a worn hat. She was more than plump, with her thick-ankled feet thrust into low-heeled shoes. The girl in the green suit was walking quickly away. I felt as tough I was split in two, so keen was my desire to follow her, and yet not so deep was my longing for the woman whose spirit had truly been my companion overseas. And there she stood. Her pale face was gentle and sensible, her gray eyes had a warm and kindly twinkle. I did not hesitate.

My fingers gripped the small worn copy of the book that was to identify me to her.This would not be love, but it would be something precious, something perhaps better than love, a friendship for which I had been and must ever be grateful. I squared my shoulders, saluted, and held out the book to the woman, even though I felt chocked by the bitterness of my disappointment. "I'm Lieutenant John Blanchard, and you must be Miss Mynell. I am so glad we could meet; may I take you to dinner?"

The woman's face broadened into a tolerant smile. "I don't know what this is about, son," she answered, "but the young lady in the green suit who just went by, she begged me to wear this rose on my coat. And she said that if you where to ask me out to dinner, I should tell you that she is waiting for you in the big restaurant across the street. She said it was some kind of test!"

Tuesday, October 11, 2011

Dress from Sabrina

I am in the process of making a replica of the dress from Sabrina, which I hope to enter in the Historical Inspiration Festival. I am using this pattern from simplicity's new vintage collection

I wasn't able to find the exact fabric that they had for the original dress but I found a very nice brown a teal plain which I will look very nice
I finished making the bodice and am now working on the darts in the skirt which is very tedious work. I hope I can finish it before the contest, and I will have to do a photo shoot (I've got the exact same style of bike, which will make for a pretty awesome photo shoot prop!) Till next time, don't forget to check out the latest post at the church basement!

Sunday, October 9, 2011

Hey how's it going?

I always take longer to post something if its after I've done a more serious or important post, and I sure that this one won't compare with the importance of the 180 movie, I strongly recommend you watch. Anyway I have passed the last few days cramming for my biology exam, (which I would be most grateful for prayers for that particular endeavor) and planing my remaining three and a half years of college. Funny how your plans change, I would have never for the world have thought I would be going to college now, five years ago (not even last year!) I have always been a dreamer though, and I will say that many of these dreams don't make it  reality always or even the majority of times. Sometimes you want to get angry at God for having different plans for you, but in the end it all works out for the best, even if you never recognise that here on earth. Needless to say, in course of my college plan I have had to make adjustments, like I have changed my major from equine to animal science, not a drastic change, much better to do it now than later. Most of all I am trying to keep my options open, like with an animal science major I can do a lot more things than I could with a equine major. Enough of the boring college stuff know for something actually interesting! Check out my production blog to see the new post on  movie review on Little Dorrit . Also don't forget to follow the blog!

Tuesday, October 4, 2011

180 the movie

This is a documentary on the issue of abortion, and I recommend that you share with everyone you know. Though this is not a video for children, as there is an advisory for graphic content. I find it a very eye-opening documentary, I won''t say any more about it as you should watch it yourself! But if you want to learn more about here is an article from Life News on this movie.