I know it seems like I should have written about this right away when I saw the first Kevin Murphy hair chalk balls a few years back, and ombre was at its pinnacle peak, but to be quite honest the craze didn’t phase me then as it had while I was trudging down the rainy city street a couple afternoons ago.
I was walking past a salon where I saw a ‘new thing’ maybe not so new for those of you who are on the ball. But to me it started a brain train. So here it is, in the front window of a salon; SPRAY coloured hair powder! In every lovely pastel colour imaginable! No longer do you need to rub the chalky substance onto your hair, but you now have the luxury of an aerosol can (sorry mother nature). I looked at the picture of the model with an updo containing many different sections in an array of different pastel colours. She looked pretty. Quite sweet, with a hint of Tavi when she went Grandma grey a few years back, man that girl gets it!
My mind travelled right on back to Marie Antoinette. I know she wasn’t the only one that powdered her hair. In fact men and women did it for cleanliness concerns, to keep the fleas and the stink at bay. How crazy they were, how silly they all looked with their white grandma/grandpa style hair. Why not just wash it instead of adding piles and piles of powder?!
Then my brain train travelled to my own life with many rushed early mornings and rushed late nights when there just isn’t quite enough time to get squeaky clean. Just throw on a bit of that dry shampoo, it really does smell much better than greaseball bedhead and adds some nice volume…. Good god, that seems remarkably similar to this new pastel spray… which seems remarkably similar to the days when it used to be off with their heads!!
I can’t believe it, I slightly chuckled to myself and moved onto the next thought train…. at least we know that putting lead on your face now is completely out of the question. Rococo may still live on but the Elizabethan era is so over.
Loved these powdered hair shots from the Wildfox Lookbook
I have always liked the term Granny Chic. And how could I not really, after all it is the epitome of thrift. But not only thrift. There seems to be a luxury about it. I hear granny chic and I think of natural fabrics that transcend time. Wool? That sweater may be itchy as hell but when Granny puts a turtleneck under it she can face the coldest of days and knows it. This is tried and true, an old faithful that she would be betraying if she got rid of it. It has been in, it has been out, and it is probably in again, but for Granny it has been in the whole time.
Tim Walker’s book the Granny Alphabet inspired me to write this post. Ode to Granny, because how could we think about Granny and not smile.
There are many types of Grannies out there. We do not want to give a stereotype but to me I could really see this Gran liking a good pair of leather slip on moccasins that I came across from Bremen Blue Vintage.
Rebecca’s shop puts care and love into the restoration of these vintage gems so their history can continue on through the decades with a new, loving owner! Sounds like what Gran’s philosophy on keeping her wardrobe would be, a lot of care and love.
I am sure she would love to give and to receive one of these lovely cards from Gotomago
You are the apple of my pie grandma, I can hear her chuckling right now. These cards are assembled by hand with love in Toronto by Lichia.
Sometimes the tres chic can be tres fou. I feel like this Nan is sassy as well as chic and would laugh her ass off at I <3 Kink. Although Crass Stitches claims that these are not your nana’s needlepoint, we will let her be the judge.
Eight Mile Vintage does the trick of function and fashion. A must for Gramma ‘cause baby it is still cold outside!
How gloriously wonderful for girls with great abs. If you don’t want to show too much skin, we have slightly cropped blouses as well. Will be uploading new cropped styles over the next week. Give’er a click!
For you fashion fiends or lovers of slick design - this is very inspiring. Perhaps a new take on fast fashion?
A mischievous spirit has been flirtin’ in Rebena’s closet this week. Admittedly, it has been fun but we are spending the afternoon getting her closets back to a peaceful state. In addition to sage smudging a handful of times throughout the year, her clothing is stored in closets with cedar and sweet grass. Peaceful energy and pure vintage goodness.