Ephemera: 2007 Archives

My grandmother! Kate Overstreet (Prince O'Brien) circa... erm, mid 1920's.

Ran across cousin Andy's repository of family pictures, and there are a bunch I'd never seen. My grandmother's family hails from just south of San Jose, in Hollister. They were fruit farmers... all those vintage california fruit crate labels? Casa de Fruta? Neighbors anyway. Yeah, that was us ^_^

I found these after the photoshoot I did the other day, honest! I was tickled to see this one of my uncle in a sailor suit and my great aunt Edith sporting it up in what even then was an old-fashioned bathing costume.

You can see a gallery of the Prince/Overstreet family on flickr!

I like to share.

Faces peering out of the past entrance me. Whether or not this portrait is of Jane Austen interests me less than the delightful chapeau on this other young girl.

Johann Zoffany
Title: Portrait of Sophia Dumergue
Oil Painting
Production Date: c. 1780
Material(s): Oil paint

Some things just make me incredibly happy. Like stumbling upong this page this morning. Exquisite.

Buy a sailor girl t-shirt! From Torrid.com...

I was in Lane Bryant yesterday looking at their stripey-tees. The overly enthusiastic sales girl pontificates that she doesn't know why they sell them, one simply musn't wear horizontal stripes evar. "But they're piratey," says I, grabbed one and checked out.

Judy Blume wrote that fat girls should never wear frillies or pink or lace. I've had a complex since I was eleven that at thirty-eight I'm just now getting over and I don't care if I look like a 200 pound milk-maid. rawr! Milk this!

On another note, my blog is swamped with half-written unpublished posts. I've been too busy to finish anything of note, and haven't been online from home much for aaaaages. Which is good for me! I'm working diligently on health isssssues. The dollies look pretty, but secretly blame me for neglect. Things should be back to normal after Dollectable and the Europe trip. My parents are all moved to their new digs, and one final, GLORIOUS, piece of family furniture is coming to live with us. Life has been moving and hectic. Dear dorries, I'm sorry!

Fruit and nuts in my salad and on my pizza still make me red with rage. I guess I'm in the minority. I'm a milk maid and the only real condiment is cheese.

And I leave you with one final image: Fleurs et Poissons... what's that all about!?!?!

Who knew?