Wednesday, November 4, 2009

But is it art?

First of all: are you participating in the Etsy Black Friday Weekend Extravaganza? All the cool kids are doing it. And, um, so am I. From November 27-30, everything at Reine du Ciel will be 10% off. It's the perfect time to snag that fancy-pants vintage rosary you've had your eye on!

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So, you guys. In my country house, there is problem. Namely, my walls are an abyss of boringosity such as the world has never known! Seeing as how I'm a starving student and all, I can't afford much in the way of original paintings-- unless, of course, I embark on a career as an art thief, which I think might be a bit glamorous, but I'm too pretty for jail, so. But as an INTERIOR DESIGN STUDENT, FFS, I really feel like I should be showing a bit more flair in my natural habitat.

Once again, Etsy deserves the maddest of props for being full of famazing art THAT POOR BASTARDS LIKE ME CAN ACTUALLY AFFORD.

DoomGloomBoom has a crazy-excellent, unique style, and artwork that is just psychedelic enough to be trippy without being annoying. It's like MGMT, if MGMT made paintings instead of music. "Nature and Synthesizer Girl" is my favorite:


SandiCalistroArt is also pretty rad. Sandi Calistro paints dainty big-eyed girls who kind of remind me of the artwork my great-aunt had in the early 80s... except way hardcore. Check out "Bitches Get Stitches", which is both a well-known scientific fact and a beautiful, evocative picture:


This one friend of mine used to have a roommate who insisted on hanging a big painting of a tiger in the living room. Naturally, my friend, being a lady of taste and refinement, was stuck somewhere between horrified and amused. Please understand, this was not the kind of tiger painting that is okay to display. This was totally the, like, proud airbrush 1970s-style tiger. It was the kind of tiger I envision Dwight Schrute hanging in his bedroom, except obvs Dwight would probably hang a wolf picture instead. IT'S SUGGESTIVE TO WOMEN. BECAUSE OF HOWLING DURING SEX.

Anyway, my point is, here's some tiger art by KCkology that you can proudly display in your own non-beet-farm domicile:


This fine vintage offering from TheLovelys is technically a pair of ashtrays, but you could easily mount them on your walls for that coveted "it's 1962 and I am living in a Doris Day movie" feel. Beware, however, that these may cause dashing-yet-immoral Madison Avenue tycoons to try to seduce your innocent virtue:


If, however, you'd like to get down to brass tacks and just take the dashing MadMan, may I suggest bearandbunny's way Pop Art vintage dudeface:


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"You're lucky to have a grandmother. Some of us have to be our own grandmothers."
--Angela Martin

(I don't know why so many quotes from The Office are creeping their way into this post. Maybe it's because The Office is AWESOME. Anyway.)

I'm one of the lucky ones, with two super-cool grandmothers, but I can still totally see Angela's point. I love both my grandmas, who are of the Modern Active Senior With a Lot of Living Left to Do variety. (One of them attributes this, in part, to her daily consumption of fiber-enriched wafers. Which she calls "poo-poo cookies." If you go over to her house, she will ever-so-politely offer, "Would you like a poo-poo cookie?" And if you know what's good for you, you'll say yes. This was very traumatizing to me as a child.) In keeping with their active lifestyles, both grandmas tend towards elastic-waist pants and sporty little tops, which is all well and good, but where are the veiled hats? The spool-heeled orthopedic shoes? The gaudy old jewelry and knee-high nylons? Nowhere, sadly, which is why I, like Angela, have to be my own grandmother and rock the old-lady chic my damn self.

One extremely important component of dressing like a cool old lady is having one of those fur scarves where it's, like, a fox or a weasel or something biting its own tail. I know, fur is murder and I should be ashamed. And I am, kind of. But I rationalize to myself that buying vintage fur doesn't contribute any BLOOD MONEY to EVIL FURRIERS, and anyway, I'm a vegetarian, so I'm doing my part to help the little animals!

...Oh, God, I feel so guilty. But not too guilty to totally lust after this 1950s stone marten boa from MimisMenagerie:


It is also important, when dressing old-lady style, to have a cute 1950s dress. Something modest, please, not like the things the girls these days wear. Why, sometimes you can see their whole underpants!
From 13bees:

LOVE that poufy skirt!

From POOCHIESCLOSET:


From 1stLoveVintage:


And, obviously, you need a hat, as proper hats are what separate the ladies from the bare-headed strumpets of shame. This one, from DelilahBurlesque, practically screams, "In my day, we walked uphill both ways... and then we married the prince of Monaco."


But in old-lady chic, as in all things, the best part is the jewelry. Pearls, like these from judysgems2, are a no-brainer:

and you will also, of course, need a cocktail ring bigger than your own head. baublesbeads provides:


Brooches are perhaps the quintessential old-lady accessory, and they're crazy versatile. Pin one on your fancy evening bag! On your scarf! In your hair!
From tinatarnoff:


From sular123:


From nouveaumotley:


The secret, of course, is not to go too old-lady all at once. Work one or two of these pieces into your normal wardrobe, and everybody will be all, "Damn, girl! You're lookin' fine!" And you'll harrumph to yourself, shocked at the forward manners of the Kids These Days.

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Do I sound like I'm in a good mood today? If I do, it's only because I have a stiff upper lip and so forth. The truth is, my very HEART has been RENT into PIECES. My favorite ballet flats-- which I wear almost every day, weather and practicality be damned-- have pretty much had it, I'm afraid. I tried to deny it-- I was all, "Oh, no, the part where the upper is coming undone from the sole just gives them CHARACTER!"-- but dammit, I think it's time to let them retire to the back of my shoe rack. Tragic though this is, it at least gives me an excuse to buy EVEN MORE BALLET FLATS, of which I only have like ten pairs, so obviously I need lots and lots more.

kojodesigns has a cool idea: plain ballet flats that come with your choice of three pairs of shoe charms. Yes, those pink-and-orange things in the bottom left corner are ugly unto the realm of the beast, but all the other adornments are SUPER-CUTE!


BronzRockAcc has some extremely cool open-toed models, including these! With little birdies! OMG!


purevintageclothing has the most amazing gold-and-silver vintage flats EVER:


Were it not for the curse of my GIANT MONSTER FEET THAT LOOK LIKE THE PAWS OF A KANGAROO, I would seriously snap up retrotrend's vintage Sam & Libby flats. Oh my God, you guys, remember in the 80s, when Sam & Libby was totally the shit? There were always some rad Sam & Libby shoes in my issue of 'Teen every month, and I LONGED for, like, all of them.


Of course, if you're just so damn picky that none of these flats do it for you, there's always HydraHeart's custom bridal flats. Okay, yeah, so maybe you're not an actual bride at the moment. (Or maybe you are-- congratulations!) The point is, there exists in the world somebody who will make you the perfect, customized pair of ballet flats!

Plus, they're totally vegan. TOTALLY. VEGAN. Does this balance my karma for reccing a fur boa earlier?

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Finally, Reine du Ciel Design officially opened for business last week! And I want to give thanks and big slobbery gross kisses to my friends and family who have offered me moral support, given me business advice, and gone on YET ANOTHER run to the craft store for beads with me. I only have a small portion of my inventory listed so far, but check it out and see if you find anything you CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT.

Next time I get off my ass and post something: more on Black Friday, and new inventory tiemz!

Monday, October 26, 2009

ZOMBIES. DUDE. ZOMBIES.

OMG YOU GUYYYYYS. REINE DU CIEL IS OPENING WITHIN, LIKE, THE NEXT FEW DAYS! SUPER-EXCITING!!!

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So, okay, I know I was going to talk about Christmas shopping today. But now I'm not. For the following reasons:
  • It's freaking October. Mind you, I've bought all my Christmas gifts already (and practically everybody I know is getting something of an Etsian nature), but I'm pretty sure normal people aren't this anal about getting their shopping done early.
  • I think my mom may have found this blog, so I don't really feel like talking about Christmas presents right now cause it would be a bit awkz if she found out that I am getting her a pair of totally stylin' SAS shoes and a color-coordinated flowered tracksuit. (LOLZ, just kidding, Mom!)
  • I have found a new shop to be completely obsessed with, and I really feel the need to talk about that instead. IT'S AN EMERGENCY, YOU GUYS. AN ~EMERGENCY~. Check this out:


"ZOMG!" you may be (and probably are!) saying to yourself. "That is the coolest ring I have ever seen in my life! Also, I have a complex now that nobody will find me attractive because I don't have a gigantic cocktail ring with a gross bug on it." Just last night, I felt the same way. Which is why I bought one of these fine fly rings from Schmutzerland. But now it's a drag because all I can do is ogle the rest of the shop and lust after stuff.

Exhibit A:

Why, yes, I believe that is a knock-off Chanel bag. From the 80s. In purple.

Exhibit B:

Totally creepy faces, available with or without skin!

Exhibit C:

AN OCTOPUS ALL UP IN YOUR GRILLE.

They also have some really cute vintage boots, but they're too little for my stupid gigantic feet, and it makes me bitter. I can't really talk about it.

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Finally, because it's almost Halloween, and because the living dead are awesome: can I interest you in some HIDEOUS ZOMBIES?

From twolittlefruits:

I feel like this a really good picture, because it's striking and also factual. Zombies do love brains!

brokesy has pillows that would be very comfy for any zombies in your life:

I was going to make some joke here about having a zombie in your bed, HURHURRRR, but that's cheesy and also a little yucky even for me.

Did y'all read Pride & Prejudice & Zombies? If not, you should. It's totally excellent. And sweetheartsinner made a charming coordinating pillbox:

Zombie Charlotte Lucas (IDK, I always assume that's supposed to be Charlotte... I guess it could be any old-timey Regency zombie lady, though) wants your mood stabilizers and vitamins!

Finally, stickerella knows that, in the regrettably inevitable event of a zombie apocalypse, it's good to be prepared:

I want one, but I guess I should get a vehicle first.

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Thus endeth today's compulsive shopping!

Next time: Wall art, old-lady chic, helpless obsession, and the momentous-ish grand opening of Reine du Ciel Design!

Saturday, October 24, 2009

In which I have no idea what I'm doing

So, okay. I like rosaries. I like vintage. I like to make things. Obviously, I should tooootally open an Etsy shop to sell vintage and handmade rosaries, amirite?

Um. Well. Maybe?

Here's the thing: I may or may not have even a lick of business sense. Sometimes (like when I'm designing extremely fly business cards, or acquiring a crazy-beautiful vintage piece for my shop) I'm all, "OMG. I AM LIKE SOME KIND OF GENIUS. PRETTY SOON DONALD TRUMP AND BILL GATES WILL BE KNOCKING ON MY DOOR, BEGGING FOR BUSINESS TIPS. AND CRYING." And then other times-- like when I'm trying to figure out international shipping, which, SERIOUSLY, WTF, HOW DOES THAT EVEN WORK?-- I am pretty sure my shop is going to crash and burn about five minutes after I open for business.

But mostly, I'm excited. Right now, I'm waiting for my business cards and some of my inventory, and then I'll be good to go. And there is every possibility that my HEAD is going to EXPLODE from having to wait!

In the meantime, I obviously have to vent my obsession with Etsy somehow, which has led to shopping. Like, a lot of it. You can imagine, a lot of my shopping has been focused on Reine du Ciel-- so today, I'll be pimping a few shops and items that have been especially helpful to me as a rosary-maker. (And an aspiring captain of industry who makes Trump and Gates cry, etc.)

Tulle has basically swallowed my soul, much like the monsters in The Evil Dead, except cuter and with more jewelry. There are some super-gorgeous rosary supplies-- I'm especially sweating this crucifix-and-center set:

--but they also carry all kinds of random, completely awesome charms. Can you even begin to deal with how cool this charm is? Because I seriously cannot even deal with it:

I KNOW, RIGHT? IT'S A CICADA. AND IT'S GOLD. OMG! (Also, why do I suddenly fail at resizing images? Arrrgh.)

There's also Gypsybits, which I feel is possibly the most dangerous site on the internet, because every time I go there I seriously want to buy EVERYTHING. Check out the "Vintage religious" category for beautiful old rosaries and findings, or just buy THE MOST FABULOUS VINTAGE JEWELRY, I MEAN, OMG, I DON'T EVEN.


Maybe it's just my love of old-lady jewelry (seriously: old ladies dress awesome, amirite?) but DAMN, y'all! I kind of feel like if I don't buy that bracelet, I will literally die.

Also: KADYDID, YOU GUYS. JUST... KADYDID. Not only are her beads super-pretty (I just got some beautiful cathedral beads from her), but she also sells unbelievable rosaries. Such as this:

Red jade and cloisonne! All her work is similarly original and beautiful and just so cool that I want to steal it all and run away cackling into the night.

You know how it is.

On the next exciting episode of It's Glitz!! Christmas shopping and the zombie apocalypse! So, you know, good times all around!