“Daphne” by Sir Hubert Von Herkomer 1899
“Daphne” by Sir Hubert Von Herkomer 1899
I picked up this little book at a very odd estate sale a few weeks ago. At one point in my life I was going to become a milliner (one of many careers that passed through my mind but never came to be) so I still have a soft spot for the craft. This gem is from 1905, when large wire framed hats were en Vogue for fashionable ladies, and morning was still practiced at the tail end of the Victorian era. During much of the 19th century morning was somewhat of a cultural obsession in the western world. So of course there’s a chapter in this booklet on mourning millinery, with what cords and veils to use, and which style is age appropriate. There’s even a paragraph on morning hat bands for men, with correct sizing and pleating.
I also included a few pages at the front of the book, much like today’s fashion magazines the advertisements are in the front, and these are works of art in their own right. Enjoy!
My love for this movie knows no bounds. It’s kind of indescribable??? Amazingly this story is not based on a comic book, young adult novel, cartoon, or is a reboot of something that came out 20 years ago. It’s the brainchild of the Wachowski sisters and their worldbuidling talents, where family drama is taken to new heights and the fate of earth is treated like an estate inheritance.
Mila Kunis plays an average young woman who is going through the motions of life and dreams too often of a better one. She’s thrown into an intergalactic royal sibling rivalry, where she’s not just in the middle of it, she’s the cause of it. A cast of characters guide her through the story, most notably a human/canine hybrid with space rollerblades played by Channing Tatum.
This sounds like a kind of fanfic fueled story my friends and I would have jotted down in a composition book in 6th grade, and that’s exactly why I’m obsessed with it. Our little clique spent slumber parties watching Lord of The Rings and Star Wars endlessly, neither of which catered to teenage girls, but we didn’t care or realize, it was all great fantasy. To have a sci-fi film that actually centered around a young woman would’ve been spectacular, and now more than ever I realize how important that is. After years of envying male heroes there’s finally one in a modern space odyssey that’s both real and spectacular.
Visually it’s a feast, with costume changes for dinner and the space DMV, and massive space ships against starry backdrops. There’s a few Sense8 actors as supporting characters, and even an Oscar winner as the primary villain.
So here are some of my favorite shots from Jupiter Ascending, my dream come true.
Last week I woke up to a potential nightmare: a moth fluttering about the room. After much chasing and finally catching (ok, I always catch and release crawlies in my house but this one had to be sacrificed for identification purposes), it turned out to be a totally harmless moth. Relax? Not so much. It was probably a good thing I found it, harmless as it was, because it really got me thinking about how much I’ve slipped on moth prevention lately. As a vintage clothing wearer something like that can be devastating. Years, even decades of wardrobe building gone just like that. So I spent the week getting back on track, making it much easier after this to keep up. Here’s what I practice (much more diligent from now on), and hopefully will answer some questions you have. Please add suggestions if you have them!
I need to brush up on my moth knowledge
There are two types that like to munch on your clothing: the webbing clothes moth, and the casemaking moth, both in the Teneidae Bisselliella family. These adult moths have no mouths, but they lay eggs in nourishing keratin rich fibers (wool, silk, fur), and their larvae use it to grow. As they grow they tunnel, feeding and excreting the very fibers they’re in, making it almost impossible to spot in this stage. They grow to full size (about half an inch) and emerge from the fibers as moths, starting the cycle over again.
What am I doing wrong?
Do you have a heavy winter coat that lives in the back of the closet? Do you hastily store away your woolens after months of wear at the first sign of spring? Do you regularly launder your clothing, but not give much thought to blankets, rugs, the occasional kilim pillow?
Unlike those often strikingly beautiful moths we see fluttering around outdoor lamps and neon signs, the clothes eating kind enjoy darkness. Stuffy closets in dark rooms, storage chests forgotten for a time, that’s prime moth real estate.
If you really want to attract them, add sweat, hair, and stains to the mix. Like moth to a flame? How about like moth to perspiration. This makes it even more challenging to spot, laying eggs under the arms or inside waistbands.
Thanks I’m paranoid now, what can I do???
Wash, brush, and air out. The most obvious is washing. I hand wash sweaters, some skirts, and take outerwear and structured dresses and blouses to the dry cleaner. There are loads of guides for hand washing woolens, so I won’t go into that here, but with vintage be sure to dip a bit into the water first to see if the color runs. If it does, dry clean it to be safe.
Many tightly woven wool blankets can be machine washed on the delicate cycle, in cold water, and draped out to dry. Haven’t had an issue yet, but if you’re unsure, dry cleaner is safest.
Don’t forget those small items: hats, gloves, scarves, and other members of the household that may have wool, silk, or fur garments.
Items that can’t be easily washed, such as rugs, pillows, and other decor, should be brushed regularly with a wire bristle brush, vacuumed, and kept free of dust. Air things out now and then, vacuum both sides of the rug, smaller pillow cases and rugs can even be hand soaked if you prefer. Brushing things regularly not only keeps things clean, but also disrupts potential larvae, and nice wire brushes can also be used to keep coats lint free, I highly recommend getting one, they’re very useful!
If you’re bringing a newly acquired vintage item into your wardrobe, and want to clean it to assure it’s free from any pests, it’s recommend that the minimum temperature for killing larvae be 60°. This is however too hot for many woolens, and result in shrinking or felting, so use the freezer method. Place the dry item in a Ziploc bag and keep undisturbed in the freezer for at least a week. Remove the item and let get to room temperature, then place back into the freezer for 24 hours. The shock in temperature change really does the trick. Then hand launder it cold water and lay it out to dry on a towel. It’s a long process, but worth the effort! Also a great way to treat non washables, such as felt hats, belts, etc. Just be sure a hat is stuffed with tissue paper to keep it’s shape and has ample room around it so it doesn’t get squished by a bag of frozen peas.
With vintage garments it’s not practical or even beneficial to wash every item after every wear. Natural body oils and perspiration can weaken decades old fibers, but so can detergents, so there’s a balance. If you tend to perspire frequently under the arms, look into non-adhesive dress shields, you simply pin them inside the underarms and can launder them after every wear instead of the entire frock. With any item, let it air out overnight before placing back in your closet. I hang things on the door of my wardrobe each evening and simply put them away in the morning. You can also have a dedicated hook on the wall for the purpose. Let your clothes breathe, it’ll keep them smelling fresh and help prevent the attraction of moths.
I’ve washed everything, what about mothballs?
There are many chemical moth deterrents out there, and they may work, but they also double as people deterrents. Vintage lovers know the particular stench of classic mothballs, often referred to as “crystals” in old publications. These are a pesticide that evaporate straight from a solid to a gas. Variations on the classic are still sold, but I wouldn’t recommend them, due to not only the imposing scent, but also the health concerns.
In the 18th and 19th century Hudson Bay fur trappers would repel pests from their valuable pelts by layering tobacco leaves between layers for the long journey from the wilds of the North American west to Great Britain. As well as using cedar products, I also make sachets out of unflavored loose tobacco leaves and lavender. I love the scent of tobacco, and it lingers sightly on clothing, so be sure you like the scent too before using that method.
What if I can’t wash something right away?
If you find a new garment, of wool, silk, or fur, even if it’s in great shape, take it to the dry cleaners straight away, or use the above mentioned freezer method. Otherwise place the garment in a plastic bag, in a plastic container, preventing any potential spread of pests, until it can be properly cleaned.
I need to store winter clothing for months, what’s the best method?
Clean garments before storage, not just animal fibers, but all clothing. Synthetics and plant fibers rarely have moth issues, though perspiration and general soil can attract them. If you’re storing in airtight containers or vacuum seal bags, first wrap garments in clean muslin cotton, this will prevent potential condensation. Add any preventatives you like, sachets, cedar, or other natural deterrents.
If you keep items in the back of your closet for long periods of time, air them out! Shake them, brush them, let them get a little breeze.
Clean your closet regularly, I do at least four times a year. Take everything out, dust the corners and gather any cobwebs, and check your clothing for damage.
What if it’s too late?
If you’ve found moths in your house or moth made holes that weren’t there before, there’s only one sure option: call an exterminator. All of the above is preventative, and once they get started, it’s likely you can’t stop them. Leave the big job to the professionals.
All images from a 1941 copy of “Clothes With Character” in my personal collection.
Summer always seems endless when I’m in it, which is a blessing for most but suppressive for me. I do my best to appreciate what good comes of it (fresh fruit, early morning light, iced tea, wide brim hats) but by August, and each August, my body and spirit can’t deal anymore and find myself dozing off all day. My summer is most others winter. My complexion takes a dive, I eat poorly, I’m not active, I have little motivation to accomplish anything creative, and hardly leave the discomfort of my brick oven of a house unless coaxed. All it takes is one cool morning to shift the tides, and I’ve felt spoiled this week with cool mornings, days, and even some rain. It’s not autumn yet, but it’s on the horizon, and that’s enough to breathe in.
Star Wars was for a time much like Harry Potter for me: a highlight of my childhood but I left it at that. The prequels came out when I was in my teens, and I loved them. Prior to social media my friends and I weren’t aware we were supposed to hate them if we were “real fans” we simply enjoyed the fantasy. Staying up all night at slumber parties collectively writing Star Wars and Lord of the Rings fanfiction was standard. As mentioned at my Jupiter Ascending post we had no idea these stories weren’t made for us. We pulled what female characters we were given and ran with it. Looking back that may be why those interests didn’t follow me into adulthood, I simply wanted more of myself represented in these fantasy action films. The new trilogy delivered, and while Force Awakens sparked my interest once again, it was The Last Jedi that really pushed me full force back into Star Wars. That winter my friend Gwen and I shared the same level of interest and limited knowledge about the franchise: The Last Jedi brought us back to Star Wars in a way we wanted to explore more of. We heard great things about the canon novelizations, and read the two sequel books in a sort of accidental book club way, and before I knew it, we decided that a great way to learn more about the Star Wars universe would be to start at the top. The fandom as a whole isn’t the most inviting, and I personally wanted to learn about things without bias and commentary. Having someone to read along with has been immensely helpful, even though we live in different states we’re able to read each book simultaneously and discuss them afterward. We’ve learned so much already, noticed parallels within the three trilogies, theorized and speculated. It’s really been fun to get to know the Star Wars universe at our own pace, without judgement, because at it’s core it’s a fun fantasy with as much complexity as the real world around us. So if you’re interested in getting to know Star Wars better, want to go deeper into your favorite movie, or want to fill in some gaps between films, I hope you enjoy these as much as we have!
You can find a full list of the canon Star Wars books here, it even includes where the shows work in should you wish to add those.
Episode I: The Phantom Menace
Author: Terry Brooks
You know what really made The Phantom Menace for me? Padme’s costumes and Duel of the Fates. You know what this book doesn’t have? Padme’s Costumes and Duel of the fates. Looking back at the story it’s really not that bad, but I can’t help but remember that every time I sat down to read this book I fell asleep. We learn more of Padme as Queen, of young Anakin as a slave, and the dynamic of Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan. It’s much clearer how young Obi-Wan is in this novel, and how his character develops in the next two as a Jedi trained by Qui-Gon. I learned how the Sith came to be, a small but informative sideline at the beginning of the book that was much appreciated. Anakin’s inner dialogue sets the foundation for what he becomes, already obsessive with the safety of his mother (transferred later straight to Padme) and it’s so clear that he really is too old to begin training. The writing was underwhelming considering Terry Brooks is a renowned fantasy author, repetition and cringe worthy descriptions of Shmi (“worn” is used more than once to describe her face) and I was glad the choice was made to change authors with each book, things would have gotten stale very quickly otherwise. If you’re going to read through the canon, start with this, and earn the gems to come.
“The Queen favored theatrical paint and ornate dress, cloaking herself in trappings and makeup disguised her true appearance while lending her an aura of both splendor and beauty.”
Epsisode II: Attack of the Clones
Author: R.A. Salvatore
Anakin and Padme can easily be credited with my interest in stories that revolve around a soul sucking kind of love, because from the get go, no good can come of this (in fact, literally all the bad comes from it). I think of this as Padme’s book, we learn so much about her that makes her fate that much more tragic. It’s her coming of age story, breaking off on her own, becoming senator, trying to change the course of history through politics while unknowingly on the verge of an unfathomable shift due to personal decisions. Padme and Anakin’s thoughts on one another add so much to the blossoming relationship, without it we’re left with nothing but forlorn glances and odd shifts in mood. The book adds substance to an otherwise shallow and hasty looking love story on screen, and my Jane Austen loving self is 100% here for it. The book also spends entire chapters and pages with her family, her parents are delightfully average and simple, and she has an older sister and two little nieces. Their home is about as close to an american suburbia on earth that I can imagine, and they spend time there along with Anakin before they travel to the lake. That scene revolves around Padme, but Anakin’s first experience being welcomed into a nuclear family is somewhat heart wrenching, one of those peeks into a life that could never be. The scene reads like any young woman bringing a friend to her family home only to be berated with questions about their relationship, teasing from her sister, and embarrassing family photos. The scene is familiar and perfect, perhaps too familiar to place in a fantasy space opera film, but personally I love seeing these legendary characters in such a normal element. The writing flows well, connecting one character’s story to the next, opening with Luke’s future family on Tatooine, and following their tragic encounter that rips Shmi from her only peaceful chapter in life. Anakin’s experience with the death of his mother is often paralleled with Padme’s death, but seeing it on the page and reading his inner dialogue I would say his path is effected differently in each instance, and each woman has an opposite reaction to the Anakin they know.
“If you follow your thoughts through to conclusion, they will take us to a place we cannot go…regardless of the way we feel about each other.”
Author: Christie Golden
I was not ready for this book. I bought quite a few all at once and didn’t bother reading the descriptions, I knew I’d read them all anyway so what’s the point? Therefore I knew nothing except it centers around one of my favorite characters, Asajj Ventress. I would recommend watching the Clone Wars series before reading this, though it’s not completely necessary. The show is for one thing, excellent, and another, sets the foundation for Asajj and to a lesser extent the other main character. The premise is that after much hesitation the Jedi Council decides the only way to end the war is for Count Dooku to die. And waiting for that to happen just isn’t an option. The mission is top secret, highly dangerous, and given to what I could only describe as the purest bad boy Jedi in the order, Quinlan Vos. Dooku is too powerful to take on single-handedly, so he has to find a way to team up with Dooku’s former sith apprentice, Asajj Ventress. She’s been through it and back, a former slave, Jedi Padawan, Sith apprentice, Nightsister, assassin, and now bounty hunter. She allies with a handful and trusts no one. The two have a dynamic that we’ve only seen on the big screen in the infamous “Throne Room” scene, the light and dark joining for a greater cause. And personal. The gift of a female author is much appreciated, and comes through at moments when I least expected. This book has parallels left and right, changed my mind about where I hope the sequels will go, and convinced me that Ventress is more connected with the force than any Jedi in her time could ever hope to be. She’s beyond their comprehension, and Obi-Wan comes to realize this and forms a great respect, whether they’re fighting the same side or opposite at any given moment. This book is by far my favorite, and completely broke my heart.
“After spending so much time in her company, he now understood why Kenobi held her in such respect, even though she had been the enemy. Was, still, an enemy. Sort of. Or was she? He mentally shook his head and refocused on the task at hand.”
Episode III: Revenge of the Sith
Author: Matthew Stover
As mentioned with Attack of the Clones, that was Padme’s book. This one is for Anakin and Obi-Wan. I had looked forward to this after the soul crushing novel that was Dark Disciple, knowing this story and the tragedies to come, I felt prepared for this easy read.
I finished it while sobbing on a plane.
The distressing realization that you’re in for more than you know comes before chapter one even starts. The introduction sets the scene for a kind of hope and optimism amid war that only the highly regarded Jedi, Anankin and Obi-Wan can give. They appear on the news as heroes, children play them in the schoolyard, they are known as closer than brothers and invincible as any heroes are. When all hope is lost, Anakin and Obi-Wan will save the day. It’s not clear in the movies that they are well known, much like Superman is in the DC world, but in the book it adds to the weight of what happens. Their dynamic is set from the start, jumping right into action as only they could. The author is an expert martial artist, and that knowledge adds an unexpectedly rich vein to the story. A writing technique I hadn’t encountered previously, he breaks from the storyline at times to give a moment to various characters. Descriptive of their current self, and an unobtrusive background of their past, I loved this flow of information. Anakin’s fall to Palpatine and the Dark Side is given sense rather than seeming like a sudden mood swing. His inner dialogue is utterly painful and tragic within itself, even without considering the consequences. Padme’s struggles and viewpoint is stressful, she’s trying to keep corruption out of the senate, hide a forbidden pregnancy, keep secrets from her secret husband, and act like everything is fine. Her onscreen portrayal supports this, she’s a woman trying to hold the world together while maintaining a calm exterior, that so often looks like weakness. Obi-Wan is, I am convinced, what every Jedi should aspire to be, a far cry from Episode I, and everything that Anakin needed. I felt his loss more than Padme’s, perhaps because she never had to see what Anakin became. If you’re to read only one prequel book, make it this one, the author masters a story that reads so much better than the film, as much as I love the movie, the book is a complex mastery of what Star Wars is about: Love, tragedy, war and peace, and an end that’s only the beginning.
“Anakin and Obi-Wan would never fight each other.
They’re a team. They’re THE team.
And both of them are sure they always will be.”
Last year I had the privilege of visiting Wilhem’s Memorial Mausoleum, the one day it’s open to the public: Memorial Day. You can read about my experience here, I have some tips to make your exploration top notch, but today we’ll delve into the most sought after site in the entire vast property.
George Rae came to the U.S. from Scotland in 1869, settling in Portland as Vice President of the Inman-Poulsen Lumber Company which was located where OMSI now stands. Many of Portland’s stately homes from the turn of the century are built with lumber from that mill, and it thrived after San Francisco’s 1906 earthquake, providing record breaking quantities of lumber for the city to rebuild. Needless to say, George Rae was once one of Oregon’s wealthiest men.
Charlotte and George married in 1875, and sadly “Lottie” as she was known to those closest to her, was eventually committed to a state insane asylum, after suffering mental breakdowns. If you’re familiar with views on mental health during this period, you know that phrase can encompass many states of emotion, often associated with what we now see as normal responses to stressful situations, but then, were simply a symptom of a troublesome, crazy female.
Lottie passed away in the asylum in January 1914, and George remarried eight months later, to his housekeeper, who was 26 years younger than the self made millionaire. Elizabeth and George married at new and fashionable Multnomah Hotel which is now an Embassy suites, and he executed a new will a month after the ceremony, disinheriting his estranged adopted daughter Maud and leaving nearly all the estate to Elizabeth.
George died in 1918, buried in a family plot in Portland Riverview Cemetary next to Lottie. Maud wasted no time contesting the will, making it all the way to the Oregon supreme court, claiming her adoptive father wasn’t of sound mind, and that Elizabeth was a prostitute. The trial was highly publicized in 1920, and finally dismissed in 1923, both parties coming to a settlement.
The wealthy widow, having only four years of marriage with her beloved George, wanted to be near him for eternity, the two left alone without scandal and heartache. So she began creation of the tomb, of marble and bronze, so beautifully European in material and craftsmanship, you’ll wonder how it’s possible you’re still in the most casual city on the west coast. Upon it’s completion she had his body exhumed and laid to rest in the marble tomb, joining him in 1942. The two sarcophagi seem to be what the room was built around, with sconces and wicker chairs in the corner, and a photo of the couple in a brass frame. At the base of a stained glass panel, she has displayed the words which perhaps embody her short but treasured time with George in mortal life:
“The End of a Perfect Day”