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OUTBOUND

A treasure trove of Goldmine Trash auctions end today! Epic vintage dresses, vests, and duster jackets from the 1950s – 1980s to keep you ladies stylish all festival season long. Viva Las Vegas? Austin Psych Fest? Coachella? Check. Check. Check!

Emerald green 1950s Fred Perlberg. Full circular skirt, pleated cummerbund inset, boned bodice. Yow!

Runway style 1960s/70s black maxi vest w/ gold + metallic gold embroidery, forming Indian paisley motifs.

Dandy in the underworld. 1960s purple velvet + silk chiffon mod mini w/ metallic silver sequin trim.

Global goddess 1960s/70s dashiki maxi dress. Gauze like vanilla cotton w/ Indian paisley ethnic print.

Couture style construction! Bad photos, but a serious stunner in person. Shocking hot pink late 1950s-60s Mad Men style cocktail dress. Velvet + satin. Kay Selig designer label.

Gothy 1980s-90s black burnout stretch velvet robe/duster jacket.

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GINGERBREAD

Photos I took a ‘gingerbread’ home in Waxahachie, TX pre-restoration. A couple summers ago. I look forward to photographing more old/abandoned buildings in America soon. Warm weather couldn’t come sooner. These past few days have given me hope.

LIVING IN TRUE GANGSTER STYLE

We each of us have a good alibi
For being down here in the joint;
But few of them really are justified
If you get right down to the point.

You’ve heard of a woman’s glory
Being spent on a downright cur,
Still you can’t always judge the story
As true, being told by her.

As long as I’ve stayed on this island,
And heard “confidence tales” from each gal,
Only one seemed interesting and truthful —
The story of Suicide Sal.

Now Sal was a gal of rare beauty,
Though her features were coarse and tough;
She never once faltered from duty
To play on the up and up.

Sal told me this take on the evening
Before she was turned out free,
And I’ll do my best to relate it
Just as she told it to me:

I was born on a ranch in Wyoming;
Not treated like Helen of Troy;
I was taught that rods are rulers
And ranked as a greasy cowboy.

Then I left my old home for the city
To play in its mad dizzy whirl,
Not knowing how little pity
It holds for a country girl.

There I fell for the line of a henchman,
A professional killer”from Chi;
I couldn’t help loving him madly;
For him even now I would die.

One year we were desperately happy;
Our ill gotten gains we spent free;
I was taught the ways of the underworld;
Jack was just like a god to me.

I got on the F.B.A. payroll
To get the inside lay of the job;
The bank was turning big money!
It looked like a cinch for the mob.

Eighty grand without even a rumble-
Jack was the last with the loot in the door,
When the teller dead-aimed a revolver
From where they forced him to the floor.

I knew I had only a moment -
He would surely get Jack as he ran;
So I staged a big fade out beside him
And knocked the forty-five out of his hand.

They rapped me down big at the station,
And informed me that I’d get the blame
For the dramatic stunt pulled on the teller
Looked to them too much like a game.

The police called it a frame-up,
Said it was an inside job,
But I steadily denied any knowledge
Or dealings with underworld mobs,

The gang hired a couple of lawyers,
The best fixers in any man’s town,
But it takes more than lawyers and money
When Uncle Sam starts shaking you down.

I was charged as a scion of gangland
And tried for my wages of sin;
The dirty dozen found me guilty -
From five to fifty years in the pen.

I took the rap like good people,
And never one squawk did I make.
Jack dropped himself on the promise
That we make a sensational break.

Well, to shorten a sad lengthy story,
Five years have gone over my head
Without even so much as a letter -
At first I thought he was dead.

But not long ago I discovered
From a gal in the joint named Lyle,
That Jack and he moll had got over
And were living in true gangster style.

If he had returned to me sometime,
Though he hadn’t a cent to give,
I’d forget all this hell that he’s caused me,
And love him as long as I live.

But there’s no chance of his ever coming,
For he and his moll have no fears
But that I will die in prison,
Or flatten this fifty years.

Tomorrow I’ll be on the outside
And I’ll drop myself on it today:
I’ll bump ‘em if they give me the hotsquat
On this island out here in the bay …

The iron doors swung wide next morning
For a gruesome woman of waste,
Who at last had a chance to fix it.
Murder showed in her cynical face.

Not long ago I read in the paper
That a gal on the East Side got hot,
And when the smoke finally retreated,
Two of gangdom were found on the spot.

It related the colorful story
Of a jilted gangster gal.
Two days later, a sub-gun ended
The story of Suicide Sal.

~ The Story of Suicide Sal written by Bonnie Parker; thus ending my week long hiatus from blogging. In totally unrelated news, I’ve been cooped up at home recovering from an illness, which crept up on me during Austin Psych fest.

But health issues aside, APF4 was incredible! I met so many sweet spirits  including Elza from Linger Not Vintage, and saw some of the best bands. Among my favorite shows of the weekend were the Black Angels, Crocodiles, the Soft Moon, Spectrum (who I’d previously never heard, tsk tsk), and my friend Gregg’s band, the Meek. Every show I saw was good though. I’m still in a bit of a daze over the whole ordeal… in a good way. 

A GOOD START

This morning I recieved a message from Liss of Daydream Lily, telling me I won this lovely necklace and earring set from Ten Things jewelry. Sterling silver + aqua crystals = one excited me. I’ve never won a blog giveaway before and wasn’t expecting to win, so Liss caught me by (pleasant) surprise. Yippee! Many thanks to her and Ten Things.

 Speaking of jewelry, I have a big announcement to share soon – a side project I’m hatching for the au naturale lovin’ ladies out there.  Needless to say I’ve been very, very busy lately. My apologies for the infrequency of posts as of late. I’m hoping to get back on track starting next week though.

 If any of my rockabilly dolls are reading this via Viva Las Vegas, I hope you’re having a wonderful time! Drink a boot of frozen margarita and jive to ‘rock-a-bayou baby‘ for me.

 This music lover has opted to stay local this year. Next week I’m headed south for Austin Psych Fest, which I’m SOexcited about! I’ll be meeting up with my dear friend Stacy, who’s flying out from the east coast. It’s been too long since I’ve seen her last.

 Hopefully I’ll run into Chelsea too. We’ve been online friends for several years and tried to meet face to face a few SXSW’s ago, but that was a missed connection. So here’s to making up for that! She’s an amazing gal, who’s as obsessed (if not more so) with music as I am. Needless to say her and her boyfriend are the perfect match – he owns Austin’s own Breakaway Records. Sweet, eh?

So many great things are happening right now. I can’t wait to share more with you when the time comes! Till then, look out for more Goldmine Trash vintage later tonight. I’m in the midst of making some strapless House of Trash dresses for summer too. A big thanks to all the lovely ladies who support my work. Seeing my own creations outsell my vintage always shocks me…. in a good way.

xoxo, SJ

FORT WORTH ARBORETUM

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SWEET SHOP SUNDAYS: BOUDOIR QUEEN

I’m constantly in awe of Boudoir Queen, this Sunday’s Sweet Shop.

Ever held on to a vintage garment because it was too pretty to toss, but too fragile (or damaged) to wear? Ever wished there were a way around that?

Former model and makeup artist Dawn Younger-Smith did, and with a little resourcefulness and innovation she bore a solution. Scissors, a sewing machine,  and an army of ‘as is’ clothing, fabrics, and jewels from the 1800s-1920s in tow, she did what most vintage collectors considered unthinkable. She ripped ‘em up to start again.

Stained panels of silk were tossed, while their pristine counterparts were salvaged. Trims of Czech glass, rhinestones, and lace were scrapped from moth eaten dresses. Similar approaches were taken to head wear and accessories. And from these ashes came a rebirth. Dawn’s Boudoir Queen label was born.

This menagerie of antique wearables refashioned to create new wearables is Boudoir Queen’s signature aesthetic. Coats made from hand embroidered piano shawls, slip dresses with 20s silk flower appliques, cuff bracelets with Victorian lace, and flapper style headache bands with lavish ostrich plumes are among the handmade, one of a kind pieces you’ll find in this shop.

With a style so unique, it’s no surprise Boudoir Queen has been featured in several music videos, and counts Imogen Heap, the Veronicas, Emmy Lou Harris and Karen Elson as loyal clients. Boudoir Queen continues to influence many other designers, while always remaining at the forefront of upcycled fashion.

Based in Austin, TX, infamous on Etsy, and armed with an adorable website which plays Marlene Dietrich songs, Boudoir Queen’s sphere of influence continues to grow. In addition to the Boudoir Queen label,  the site now stocks vintage clothes in their original unaltered states, home decor, and antique textiles. I can’t wait to see what Dawn comes up with next.

WINTERLAND

Melody Club ‘winterland’

Woke up to 6″ or so of snow this morning. We’re not accustomed to snow here in TX, so it’s too unsafe to drive anywhere. I walked accross the street buy some candles and Mexican pasteries, and have otherwise spent the day sewing and watching movies at home. Kind’ve a pain. It sure is a pretty sight though, eh?

Here are my ‘winter gloves’ – 40s fishnet crochet w/ the tops snipped off. Paired with my favorite ring from Buffalo Exchange. He has green rhinestone eyes but one eye fell out, so I named him One Eyed Jack. I suppose I could buy him a new eye, but I kinda like him this way. He has character.