Wednesday, October 10, 2012

On the Rhode Again


I haven't spent so much time with my twin sister since the womb. 

She recently took the leap from working for the man to working for herself. Unpinned from her desk job we were able to undertake a joint venture to make a buck. We teamed up to work at Brimfield Antique Fair. Three times this summer she drove from Philly and I drove from Boston to meet in Brimfield. Working together in the tent was fun and we learned a lot but we were subjected to exposure and exhaustion. To be honest I might have killed anyone else working in such an extreme situation. We were lucky to have each other. No better support system than your twin sister. 
Bad Twin and Good Twin 
After all that hard work Good Twin and Bad Twin are on the road again in Rhode Island. This time it was purely for pleasure. We really like hunt for bargains so we headed for an estate sale in a barn on the water. 
What a view.
Good Twin scored some great nautical items for SquidWhale Designs and a kick ass camp sign.  



After the estate sale it was still early and we did not plan beyond that. We headed to a thrift store but when we got to the listed address it wasn't there. We circled around but still couldn't find it. We were up the river without a paddle. Then I remembered a man with a motor boat. Ted bought a sweet vintage wooden boat when we first met him at Brimfield. The boat wouldn't be sea-ready but Ted had always extended a warm invitation to check out his antiques store, Acktiques, in Warren, RI.


The Twins looked no further and looked Ted up. Coincidentally he was no more than five miles away. 
Eureka! We found Acktiques! (and so can you ---> 489 Main Street, Warren RI 02885, call 401-575-1111) The door was locked and the lights were dim but we could see Ted inside smiling back at us. He welcomed us into his shop, which he opens for appointment only, and we got the grand tour. 
Inside Acktiques 

The space is shared with an artist, his wife. 



Watch your head when going down into the basement and be warned there are NO Transylvania pastries. 


What a treat it is to see a collector's collection. Especially if there's The Cyclone!

Is that Ronald and Nancy Reagan? 


Ted's tour didn't end in his shop. He walked us down to to see an old friend, the Avion! Ted let us use his camper as a pseudo break room at Brimfield. Good times! 



Ted is taking care of this house for the owners who live abroad. The house is gutted. While some girls may shy away from such an adventure both Good Twin and Bad Twin jumped at the chance to trek through the house. The old floor boards and studs have charm and history. Good Twin barely made it up this spiral staircase. 



There was no handrail and she was terrified. Now you know her camera smile is totally contrived.   

I wasn't joking about the boat. 

Ted's tour didn't end there. Ted took us on a short walk to meet LeeAnn Herreid. She welcomed us into her studio. She makes jewelry that works, literally. Compass cuff links  level earrings, and measuring tape bracelets. Look at the phillips head buttons she gave the Good Twin. Cool! 




This is a boat kitty. He comes to visit LeeAnn for cuddles. 

Ted knows us ladies like to find the deals and he had been at an estate sale earlier in the day and wanted to take us back there. We all crammed into the bench seat in Ted's truck. 

R.I. is pretty. So is Ted's truck. 

Estate sale

Thrift stores.

Free corn.


Free lunch. Thanks Ted! 

Ted took us on a crosstown tour. We went to every thrift store and consignment shop in the area. You might call it speed shopping. The adrenaline was flowing and the finds were out there all we had to do was snatch them up and keep moving. 

Hello Tom.  
Before we knew it the sun was getting low in the sky and we were back at Acktiques having an afternoon coffee reveling in our magical mystery tour of Warren R.I.

 Good going Teddy. Thanks so much for whisking us gals around town all day. Look, Good Twin already has that shabby raccoon up for sale. 

x o x o x
T h e   B a d   T w i n 








Monday, October 1, 2012

Thrift Store Gods, Part 2

Good twin here with the second installment of "Thrift Store Gods". The Gods were good to me this week, so I thought I would follow up to the bad twin's post with yet another tribute...


My story begins at my favorite thrift store, the Goodwill Outlet. If you haven't visited one before, here's the skinny: Everything from home goods, to books to clothing are dumped into huge blue troughs that are approximately standing height and you dig for your treasures. Every hour or so, a bell is rung signaling the shoppers to clear out and the bins are refilled. Once you've exhausted yourself and you're ready to check out, you bring your cart to be weighed. The more pounds you've amassed, the cheaper the load. At 50+ pounds, you pay only $.79/pound. It never ceases to amaze me that the more you buy, the cheaper it gets.

I've had consistently good luck at my local Outlet, but last Tuesday I hit the jackpot. The first item I saw when I entered was this huge antique steamer trunk (and, of course, I bought it right away).  Three hours and two trough-refillings later, I would discover what I believe were the contents of that trunk ...


Second score, an iconic vintage howling wolf tee that I'll most likely be keeping for myself/wearing as part of my Halloween costume as Bret from Flight of the Conchords.


And, then I hit the motherload ... a huge lot of Edwardian Era - 1930s historical garments: stiff front tuxedo shirts, gorgeous cotton pique and cotton lawn waistcoats with mother of pearl studs, petticoats with hand tatted lace, a pair of mens white leather dress gloves, a silk overskirt with pleated silk ribbon trim - the list goes on ...


This 1920s dress I dug up is on it's way to  Lisa of Vintage Archives in Chicago. She's going to fix her up real nice!


A last minute score, found underneath the troughs by my thrifting buddy Jessica: a real sheepskin scottie dog toy with tattered pink silk ribbon around it's neck (!!!) ... 


The whole load, all bagged up:


Since my big score at the Outlet, I decided to sell all of these beautiful historical garments as they are. I love their imperfections as much as I love the beautiful natural cotton and silk fabric, the handwork, the incredible attention to detail and the craftsmanship that went into making them. Here's a little peek at some of the garments that will be haunting the shop later today, in all of their as-found glory. Hence, this week's update is entitled "The Haunting"...






Thanks for reading! I'll leave you with this picture of me from last Tuesday's trip to the Goodwill Outlet, after 3+ hours of digging the bins. I think Jessica, who took the picture, was inspired by the afterglow, the late afternoon light, the dusty, musty Archaeological vibe of my outfit and how it matched the sun-bleached hammock swing we found on our way out of that magical place. Oh, and of course she was inspired by the Thrift Store Gods who were smiling down upon us. :)


xoxo
The Good Twin

Tuesday, September 25, 2012

Thrift Store Gods

I'm a believer. 

In Thrift Store Gods.


Let me explain:  I have a tradition of asking the powers that be for what I hope to find when I walk into a thrift store. It's one part belief and one part visualization. It's worked for me in the past. I wanted a pair of parashoot pants and I kept the faith while I scanned just the hems of the pants section imagining my ideal find. I spied ties at the ankle of a pair of green pants. The thrift store gods delivered a super sweet pair of Miss Sixty balloon pants that are a staple in my wardrobe. 


Another day I wanted a drug rug. Something directed me straight towards the jackets and I felt impelled to comply. I thumbed through the isle hanger by hanger. There, before my eyes, was a miracle. It had to be divine intervention. I scored a drug rug that I thought only existed in myths. Bell sleeves, zipper up with pockets! In purple! 

It's like these things just materialized out of that parallel dimension where all my socks disappear to. 

So just two days ago my gentleman friend was sending me links of a jacket that he wanted. It was a double sided jacket, half corduroy/half smoking jacket. It was expensive and new. I guess I'm biased to vintage and this jacket was trying too hard to appear old. Seeing that I'm blessed when it comes to finding what I'm looking for I started searching Etsy and Ebay for corduroy jackets for him. 

Nothing. 

So I google searched. Shot in the dark, I know. Within the top three results was the website American VintageFollow this link to their men's coats and jackets to find this killer Cortefiel Jacket. This pic is the screen shot I sent him yesterday. We both liked it. His coworker agreed it was sweet but it would be that much better with elbow patches. Before he decided whether or not to buy it we had to make sure it would fit. We went home to measure but never got around to it. 


Yesterday he went to Savers. He approached the jacket section with the stories I just told you in mind and he began look. His eyes did not believe what they saw when they stopped on the collar of this jacket. 




There IT was. The same vintage, albeit one of a kind, jacket we searched out on the internet. Cortefiel. Corduroy. Leather accents. To be honest it wasn't exactly the same. See for yourself. The jacket he found did not have leather accents on each flap pocket. It had leather accented <<ELBOW PATCHES> >. Can you call that a coincidence? Are you starting to believe in Thrift Store Gods? 

 I'll continue...
This cute dude wearing his new stylish corduroy jacket asked me to take a tango class. How could I say no. Well actually I don't imagine myself agreeing to something like that but at the same time I felt like it was already decided for us. That same day I went into my local thrift store Boomerangs to look specifically for a rug. I laid my eyes on these...


Official Tango shoes. Soon I'll be cutting a rug! 

Is it luck? Is it a coincidence? One more story and I'll let your decide...

I got these boots from my mom for my birthday. I picked them out from one of my favorite Etsy shops, James Rowland. They arrived and they were even more beautiful in person. I pulled them on and pranced around in them while I called my mom and thanked her. When it came time to go out that night I couldn't wear them out. They were, alas, too small. Vintage shops don't normally take returns and I thought I had no  other option than to resell them in my Etsy shop. Depressed I thought I'd distract myself by continuing the search for the perfect ankle boot. In a drone I typed in my search terms. I thought I was hallucinating when the same pair of boots appeared. 


I clicked the link and closed my eyes and thought what a phenomenon it would be if these might possibly be just a smidgen larger than the pair that never got a chance to leave my house. They were bigger. Hold onto your socks here, they were in the same shop. James Rowland happened to have two pairs of the same shoe in stock. Holy dead stock batman! I sent a message asking if there was any chance I could make an exchange I would gladly pay shipping both ways. I just about held my breath until they responded. They took my return and kindly paid to ship out the replacement pair. 


Thank you Thrift Store Gods! 
I await your next divine wardrobe suggestion, 
(hurry up already!!)

X O X O
T H E   B A D   T W I N
 


Thursday, September 20, 2012

Behind the Scenes, Behind the Grave : inside a photo shoot

I love the Jamaica Plain Forrest Hills Cemetery. The scattered hills and winding paths lead you on a private tour through generations of art, history and personalities. 



The two of us were alone except for some really dead people. So I decided to get naked. Not totally naked but just a flash here and there as I orchestrated a photo shoot for my Etsy shop. 

Could I be soulless for prancing around a cemetery half dressed? I give my full respect. 
I am not posing in front of you I am merely an accent to your beauty and a nod to your remembrance. 







Behind those bug eyed glasses is my gentleman friend, Mr. Hobbs. He deserves recognition for his picture taking skills. He'll be my photographer for a City Feed sandwich, coconut water and the chance to see me put on a cute dress,
pose,
strip down,
dress up
and pose again.




With a quick zip...

I'm up against the mausoleum striking a pose.
Carlye Sophisticated Lace Wiggle Dress Available at Humpastuff 

Still not a soul in sight. I get a rally of outfits and shoe changes going.


A lifetime of choices. This skirt has 6 interchangeable panels. 



 The crouching technique. 


The Pose

Sweater available at Humpastuff
Quick outfit change and more posing. 
1930's Dubble Ware paint splattered work jacket and gold hot pants available soon at Humpastuff. 


My gentleman gets a little camera time as well. Work those dimples! Normally my man has a saxophone between him and his audience. While posing for the camera he had nothing to hide behind. He really opened up and he lets us see a different side of him.

 He looks damn good, he's tall and lean and he's all over my Etsy shop.





Leather and fringe and denim and Yves Saint Laurent and more leather. 
All available this week in my Etsy shop. 



I decided to keep this St. John's knit dress that was intended for the shop. 
So this behind the scenes is the only chance you'll have to check it out. 


The outtakes: 
There's always a few funny faces before you get the right one. Look at my tongue sticking out!

Not quite right...
Dynamite! 
We got to get it wrong...


before we get it right. 



X O X O X O 
           T H E   B A D   T W I N