Having started back as a columnist at Collectors Quest, I’m still struggling to find the time balancing all my blogs (Inherited Values, Kitsch Slapped, among others), which means that planning is on my mind. So, upon spotting this gem, I hardly could argue with the idea of starting my wishlist early.
All I Want For Christmas Is A Go-Go Girl, by Ben Hinds.
Enjoy more go-go madness here.
An original Joseph Jasgur photograph of Mary Ann Gleason as a bombshell pin up styled as a torpedo spreading patriotic Americanism in 1942. From the seller:
The Chevronettes were women signed up by Standard Oil Company to be part of the company’s home front morale raising and promotional war efforts, beauty queens and fresh faced starlets who worked with celebrities to raise money during WWII. The Los Angeles landmark Victory House was an entertainment area created in Pershing Square for rallies and selling war bonds. Events occurred almost daily with many celebrity appearances, originally named Defense House. In February 1942, its name was changed to Victory House.
Combining kitsch with practicality, the Talking Mustache Keychain
Via Shop It To Me, this 70s redo of a Terrarium Pendant Lamp. An excellent option for those living in mom & dad’s basement.
The Baby Phat plus size jacket with removable faux fur hood is now o sale. (Originally $119, now just $29.99.) But I really just like saying — and seeing — Baby Phat Puffer. Sale found via Shop It To Me.
Fashion designers take note: Charly Stember photographed in a mod little dress that looks like it was made from Jell-O molds; photo by John Stember for Jardin des Modes, December 1968.
Gilt Members who wish to dress their kids like little members of Janet’s Rhythm Nation can now do so less expensively. This military jacket from Beetlejuice (the kids clothing label, not the film) is available in sizes 2T though girls 8. Alternately, parents of Devil Babies, as seen in last night’s Cougar Town, might also find this jacket useful — as prep for a straight jacket, or an actual military school. Which means maybe there’s more of a connection to Beetlejuice the movie than previously thought.
Regularly $103; Gilt member price, just $43. (While supplies last; sale ends in three days and some odd hours.)
So, now that I’ve got a Basset Hound puppy, I’m especially keen on collecting Basset Hound items. This is why I ended up with many of the vintage Valentine’s Day cards I’ve been showing off here — you want the one with the Basset, you gotta buy the lot. But what’s weird about this particular valentine is what’s written on it…
Not the small circled digit, but on his face… Someone inked a swastika on the dog’s face! Not sure what religious sentiments could have been the actual intent; but I’d rather ponder those than the other options. “Cheer up, Pup! You could have a swastika on yer face!”
Hey, SparkleFarkle, I bet you regret asking about the puppy now, huh? lol
Always carry your Swiss Measuring Spoons.
I have a retro hydraulic panda chair on my porch. (What? You don’t?!)
It’s the sort used by hip and kitschy beauty salons for kids to sit on while getting a hair cut.
So, anyway, I’m out on the porch with the new puppy, a Basset Hound puppy named Mr. Oliver Puddington (photos can be seen on my Facebook page; videos are at YouTube). And I hear this noise… The softest of tearing sounds. I looked around to see what the pup had found.
There he is, at the base of the hydraulic panda chair, his nose on the metal hydraulic tube part, and I’m just in time to see him pull away — and hear the soft tearing noise as his delicate scenting-hound nose is ripped from it. Mr. Oliver Puddington just had a Christmas Story flagpole moment.
No yipes or whines. Not even when he repeated it.
Thrice.
While I about wet my pants.
Because puppies are slow and I guess he needed to make sure it was a bad thing to do.
Anyway, his tongue is fine. Though he still let’s it hang out of his mouth a bit while sleeping…
The better to make the oddest sucking sounds.
Puppies are weird.