Aqua Blue Heaven Friday: Devil With An (Aqua) Blue Dress

I can't believe it's already, what, 5:00 and I almost forgot about Aqua Blue Heaven Friday! Short and sweet, shall we?

Though summer is SO 3 days ago, there's still a handful of sunny and warm-ish days to cash in on, so why not with charming 50's frocks? I thought you'd agree. I haven't done pretty little dresses in a while, so onward!





Vintage 50's Strappy Silk Dress from Blue Velvet Vintage.






Vintage 50's Aqua Flowers Dress.






Vintage 50's Halter Sundress from Viva Vintage Clothing.






Vintage 50's GLOBE Novelty Print Dress from Dear Golden.





Vintage 50's Mid-Century Modern Atomic Print Dress from Fast Eddie's Retro Rags.





Vintage 50's LEAVES IN A STREAM Novelty Print Dress from Fast Eddie's Retro Rags.

Put A Lid On It

Today I was walking into the post office and saw a truck in the parking lot with a dog sitting in the driver's seat with both his paws on the steering wheel. And while I may be half robot and not a fan of animals (they LICK their Special Places and then lick YOU?! That is not acceptable, no spit flavored with dog balls should be on my FACE), but I am also half human and found Dog Driving A Pickup really especially funny. So on my way *into* the post office the small fry was commenting on how superawesome that was and at the same time the owner of the truck was walking *out* and heard our conversation. Of course he made some typical old man-ish comment like "He really DOES drive, you know!" Har dee har har, I'm in no mood for the funny, old man, so BACK OFF. Can't a sister just MAIL her PACKAGES in PEACE, man?!

Can he not tell I am not interested in TALKING? Generally the international sign for No Interest In Making Small Talk is slowly walking backwards towards the door muttering random things like "Oh yeah?...Huh...weeell..ok then...", which I was DOING, but he didn't pick up on my social cues and kept talking. So he launches into his True Story Of The Driving Dog, describing a scene in a parking lot of the grocery store, his dog was again in the driver's seat and he walked out to see that the truck was moving, coasting backwards and hitting a couple parked cars as a result of his dumbass canine bumping the gear into neutral. He admitted that he jumped in the truck and TOOK OFF. (!) And I was all thinking "Who do you think you ARE, sir?" What if I was an undercover cop? You don't know me, I could CUT you. Or ARREST you. How dare you not think I am an officer of the law. How RUDE. I ought to write a letter to someone about this.

So long story short, I told him he needs to make his dog wear a seat belt (it IS the law for dogs in cars, is it not? No? Well I'm making it one starting....NOW) and perhaps even an old metal biker's helmet and leather vest like a Hell's Angel, just for fun and he completely stopped talking and looked at ME like *I* was the one on crack. Which I very well might be, but HE doesn't know that, now does he? He then mumbled the nervous "Oh yeah?...Huh...weeell..ok then..." speech that I gave him. Great, so now *I'm* the asshole, right? Which I generally AM, just not in this particular scenario.

The lesson here is: Humoring old people ends up in disaster. And if you must drive your dog around, for god's sake dress him like a biker.

Vintage dog prints! They're not doing wacky things like driving, but I'll forgive them for that. From Holly at Lucitebox is this 1950's dress & jacket set with PINK POODLES.



From Jen at Morning Glorious is this 1950's wrap skirt. Again with PINK DOGS chasing black cats. What's with all the pink dogs in the 50's? I don't know, but I LIKE it.

Where The Boys Are

Today is the little man's birthday and these are his top 2 ultimate birthday wish list items, written exactly as so:

1. "A dog. The weener kind."

Which he *is* getting, the dog of the weener kind, but not for another month yet. Can't be helped, so don't even try the "You're parent of the year, giving a seriously late ass present. For shame with you and your tardy gift-giving" guilt trip, mmkay? I have Italian in-laws so I've built up and immunity to it. Well that, and also not listening when they're talking helps.

2. "Movies for my collection".

'Tis true, the boy loves his cinema. Not in the fat-kid-and-cheetos way, but in the loves-classic-film/art-student way. Praise jebus that's he's getting past the Disney/Pixar/animated swill full of Morals and Lessons. Good thing too, because there's a point one reaches before watching Cars so many times that a cyanide pill with a straight-up Clorox chaser sounds delicious. This one is going to be in movies somehow, either the acting in or directing and/or producing of. This year's birthday list includes The Sandlot (kickASS) and Stand By Me (double kickass) and Angels With Dirty Faces (well the boy's a genius obviously), all of which he's getting. I vow to always dress the boy, for as long as he lets me, like a character from one of the first 2. The boy's uniform is generally a stripey tee, cuffed Levis and hi-top chucks. Although if I could, I'd dress him like one of the The Dead End Kids every day. In fact, I'm gonna work on that.



"Extra! Extra! Read all about it! Kid gets beat up on the playground for looking like a 1930's newsie!"...Might not work so well after all.

The good thing about being the only female type in a house of all male types is that they tend to adore the lone female in the household. Which is me. Adore me! Worship me fools! Bow at my feet lowly peasants! By now I have sole authority on the wardrobing of said males and you know how GIRLS are, so bossy and domineering. That's my job which shall not be shared. Bitches. So I don't think it'd go well if I had a daughter, I'm a total Chick Among Boys. Peeps with daughters~ I'm not sure how you do it. I can't even fathom what life's gonna be like for you when they hit puberty to teenhood and I don't envy you one bit. But when it comes to clothing, especially vintage, girls have the upper hand in Total Cuteness, do they not? Little cardigans over 50's sundresses? LOVE that, kill me now. That's probably the *only* time I wish I had a girl instead of having the World's Coolest 8 Year Old Boy. Don't hate the player, hate the game. Whatever. I hate MYSELF for saying that.

It's no secret that I adore selling boy's to men's vintage (ha ha...Boyz to Men...Get it?...Lame.) For your own little hooligans, check out these things from the 50's, all from me at Fast Eddie's Retro Rags! I know what boys like. They'll like what I tell 'em to like.

2Tone Plaid Gaucho Shirt, for your delinquent-in-training:


NOS loop shirt w/ gold lurex swirls and embroidered arrows:


Salt & pepper flecked wool coat, NOS: