1950's velvet hat

I have mentioned before that I inherited a lot of sewing stuff from my grandmother Greta and among that were two hatboxes for travelling, crammed with hat supplies, as well as a few hats and almost finished hats, like this blue one. There were also two 50's velvet caps in purple and brown, in various state of completion. The purple one was all but done.

Reader, I married him

The quote is from Jane Eyre, one of my favourite books, and it is very fitting for today’s post. In case you have noticed my absence, I can now tell you that it was because I got married on Saturday.

We are all real

Cross-posted between my blogs because I think it's worth it.

Notice my new widget. It is brought to you from Brittany at Va-Voom Vintage and can be found here. She wrote a post yesterday on a subject that has cropped up again and again in blogs for a while, on what is a “real” woman. There is Facebook memes and similar that totes that a curvy woman should somehow be better than, more real, than a skinny one. I can, sort of, see what this is coming from. We live in a society where media totes one body type, the very slim one, as the ideal. An ideal that many women just can’t live up to. Then it’s a bit a relief to look at Marilyn Monroe or Christina Hendricks or Nigella Lawson and say- Look, these women are bigger than the usual model and they are beautiful. I look at these women and think so. I love that there are blogs out there, like Brittany’s, written by women with bodies that are similar to mine. I really love that.