Petticoats and Chrome

Weekend Away

2012-02-17T13:26:00.000+11:00

Sometimes, when a girl is all alone, she has to take her initiative for a drive.

A few weekends ago, that is just what I did.

After a little research into a providore and wine region just a few hours away I chose one of my favourite dresses, a flower for my hair, and planned my day away.

As I mentioned in a previous entry, a girl dresses twice: once secretly, and once overtly. As you know, by clicking on "Lingerie" on the list on the right hand side of my blog, I take my secret dressing very seriously. As my deportment teacher told me when I was just a girl "a woman must have good foundation garments that are both comfortable and beautiful". This is a tenet I still hold true.

I always like to match my pretty underthings to my outerwear. But since you couldn't spend the day with me, I thought I could share the simple, beautiful things with you here.

This is one of my most favourite vintage dresses. I have lifted it a little so you can see my layered pink petticoat which holds it out to its best advantage:

These are my delicate foundation garments. They always remind me of a Nick Cave song, Nobody's Baby Now:
"This is her dress that I loved best
With the blue quilted violets across the breast"

The stockings I chose were seamed and cuban heeled. In this skin tone you can just see the detail, with its gorgeous Art Deco-like stepped design. I do love the subtle beauty of them.

And a girl does like to be corseted in.

My touring revealed a little out-of the-way place which hosted the most sumptuous lunch for me, even though I strolled in at a languid 2:00pm. With their signature Pinot Noir, a delicious dessert, and coffee over a Pinter play, it was difficult to leave this lovely tranquil place with the most divine view.

Next time won't you please come with me?
xx

Bra Bulletin

2012-02-17T00:52:00.001+11:00

Click through for a little history on that iconic lingerie item.

xx

Underlying Intentions

2012-02-08T01:06:00.003+11:00

In my last post I had something to show you. Something absolutely delicious and desirous. It was a fabulously overwhelming gift from the friend I mentioned.

It was one of those rare and treasured occasions when a girl is surprised by something she could have only dreamt of calling her own. I had not mentioned my preferences to anyone, and it was only vaguely referenced here in my blog, so it was a wonderful surprise. What makes my dear endowerer even more incredible is that the selected sizing was impeccably accurate.

Most of you are familiar with my preference for many of the delightful items at What Katie Did. For a few years now I have been secretly lusting over a particular design in their corset range. What a very lucky girl I am to be able to cinch myself with the gorgeous Morticia.

If you have ever received a parcel from this gorgeous boutique, you will know how the pleasure begins as you unwrap your delicate items from the volumes of black tissue, which has been carefully beribboned and subtly marked for posting. Their corsets also come in lavish satin bags for safe keeping.

You can imagine how overwhelmed a girl could be to learn that her divine friend had been busily sourcing both the US and UK collections for such an indulgence. More than this, it was to be a part of an entire lavish ensemble!

After examining it on-screen so often, one would think that I would know the items in my favourite What Katie Did range by touch. But with my eyes averted and my fingers feeling those lines of stitching, soft satin and powermesh I could not believe my lingerie fantasies were being realised. I am entirely enamoured with so many of the items in the delectable Maitresse range. Can you believe what gorgeous things I found?

The Maitresse Bullet Bra

An essential item in a vintage girl's wardrobe

The Maitresse Knickers

Tasteful and glamourous

The most perfect Fully Fashioned Stockings

Authentic, specially made on rare machines, and with a keyhole welt.

and to hold that beauty in place

The Maitresse Girdlette

with six very fine quality garter tabs for a sure grip.

What a very fortunate girl I am. However, at the moment they are being admired in my drawers as I wait patiently for a visit from my very generous gifter.

A girl shouldn't wear them for just anyone.

How Far I've Come

2012-01-26T01:19:00.000+11:00

So much time has passed since my last post, and although it was filled with unprecedented activity, I must admit I have missed you.

As you know, I took a little sojourn abroad. Since then I was hurled into a whirlwind of obligations: at home and at university. In those first weeks of November I handed in my final assignments - some a little earlier than expected. A dear friend called me in those heady days to share some dreadful news: the company he owned had been sabotaged by a fellow director while he had spent the past 18 months, some 4000 km away, setting up a new office. The effects were devastating. Even though it was not due until the following week, I wrote into the early hours and through the next day so I could submit my final assignment, and be available if he needed me.

When he called the next day things had become worse. I sped down to the university to hand in my essay, which they thankfully accepted even though the faculty had closed. I arrived home to find the girl dearest to me with my favourite flowers to celebrate the end of my degree. I explained what had happened, and she agreed that I should help him pack his apartment and the new business address so he could return to head office immediately. How very cruel it seemed to ask her to cancel her celebratory plans and take those beautiful flowers back with her.

I had 30 minutes to organise my flight, taxi and suitcase, and negotiate a lift to take that sweet girl home. The plane was the last one to leave town, and I was exhausted when I arrived at my destination some six hours later.

The next few days were spent packing his home and office. I do not envy the personal grief he had to endure during those dark days. On the third day he flew back to head office while I spent that, and the next, packing and cleaning his apartment. After the removalists left I took his magnificent vehicle to the international terminal to be shipped home. Because of the airport curfew I waited seven hours before catching the last plane to his home town.

The flight travelled through the night to arrive four and a half hours later at 6:00am. With a chatty passenger beside me, I disembarked without sleeping. I was met and whisked to a shower, and then went into the office for a ten hour day. Although it is not my line of business, I did what I could there for the next two weeks before flying home. I had so much to do. My little house was evidence of serious neglect while I had studied. But I also eagerly awaited my final grades and looked forward to my graduation.

How very excited I was to be awarded four high distinctions for the semester, and a high distinction average for my course. My graduation day was such a special day for me, and I was so pleased to be offered Honours. I spent it with my beloved "flower" girl, and my dear friend who flew in especially.

The next day I packed up the car and my puppy and we took a 12 hour road trip - the first day of a four week holiday. I spent time at beaches, by the pool, with good books, but most importantly with family and friends.

Now I am back and am unpacking, I have something to show you. It is something delicious, and something you know I love especially.

Can you wait until the next post?

I promise to post pictures ...

I hope you have been good, and have accrued a few pretty packages of your own.

Shall we share?

xx

Basílica de la Sagrada Família

2011-10-23T01:02:00.001+11:00

I really should be studying, but thought I would sneak a few pictures up for you from my holiday.

The first day in Barcelona was spent here. I have been longing to visit her for such a long time.

Isn't she magnificent?

A Very Restrictive Souvenir

2011-10-11T01:30:00.006+11:00

After arriving home last Monday I have been thrown back into my university obligations and have not had time to tell you all about my most perfect holiday. But I did get myself a little souvenir from here:

After browsing a very arousing selection, the Fairy Gothmother herself chose something for me and whisked me into the change room before I knew it. She laced me so tightly in this corset, but in ivory satin.

So tightly that she reduced my waist by six inches. I don't think I have ever moaned in pleasure as much as she tightened those laces so powerfully and without remorse. Well, perhaps not until I arrived in Barcelona a few days later.

I will have to tell you all about it soon.

Be good, my dear watchers.

xx

Basque in Barcelona

2011-09-01T00:40:00.000+10:00

Sometimes a girl has to be a little spontaneous. And a little wicked. Sometimes she has to stretch herself a little further than she should. She should grasp a gorgeous opportunity when it is with such divine company.

She should not resist.

And so I have acquiesced.

Naughty, naughty me.

I do not mind how imprudent it is. I think that makes it nicer, and my inviter is so enticing.

A girl can sometimes do things she should not.

Or perhaps she should, after all.

I can't wait.

In just a few weeks I shall be here:

Can a girl have too much that she loves all at once? She might need you to hold her down.

I love it when you do that.

xx

Jelly-cious

2011-08-25T21:35:00.002+10:00

When I was little jelly came in colours and flavours like orange, lime, lemon, raspberry and if we were getting fancy or having guests we might lash out with 'port wine'.

We would pour two packets of crystals into a large cut glass bowl, (have a little taste), measure out the hot water, stir and stir until all the crystals had dissolved (have a warm tablespoon of syrup) and put it in the fridge for four hours.

The other day I was walking through the supermarket and found a whole new array of flavours. They are in cute little boxes, so colourful and promising so many memories, that I just had to choose a few old favourites and others I was curious about. Lemonade, Creaming Soda, Strawberries and Cream and even one where you can create your own flavour.

Made up in pretty little moulds, they are such a happy dessert full of childish goodness!

Yardley Musk Talc

2011-08-20T01:02:00.000+10:00

One of the last gifts I received from my Grandmother was a tin of Yardley musk talcum powder.

What is a girl to do with such a thing these days?

Serendipity

2011-08-14T02:46:00.006+10:00

Recently, I travelled some distance to break the monotony for a dear friend who had been stationed in isolation.

Our first morning began with a beautiful breakfast and stash of travel goodies before ensconcing ourselves in the black beast which found its way to a quaint country town a few hours east.

On the outskirts of the town is a disused mill which houses a weekend market. We purchased locally made cinnamon rolls and date scones, and perused the wooden and woollen handicrafts before cruising into town.

We found a lolly shop filled with all those favourites synonymous with sunny memories as children. Dusty second hand stores were stuffed with unwanted oddments; a discarded collection of other people's lives.

Along the main street is an old restored courthouse staffed by a local lady, who told us how she made butter as a girl and rode, three to a horse, to school.

And then there was the Motor Museum housing some of the regular regional favourites, and a few absolutely astounding unique vehicles. One was a Chevrolet Eldorado Biarritz of which there were only several hundred made. There are reputedly only 20 left. She is a hard top convertible who puts her roof up when it rains even if you are not there. You really must see the photos:

We then had a local lunch where I accidentally spilt my malted milkshake across the lap of my trusted driver just before we departed. I found this disaster in vanilla incredibly amusing because of the poker face, (and thankfully the grace) of my travel companion. After many tea-towels and some surreptitious sponging we rejoined the beast for a roundabout return along the country roads. (Which was punctuated with my bursts of giggling in recollection of the incident, much to my driver's chagrin ...)

The way home was as beautiful as the roads we had taken to come. Fields of canola crops coloured our journey home (as did sour worm lollies and ginger biscuits).

In retrospect I found our day filled with all the things I loved.

My spontaneous visit to cheer a dear friend four thousand kilometres away was also a wonderful weekend for me.

xx

Toasty Homemaker

2011-07-21T00:44:00.000+10:00

Phew, what a few weeks it has been. Moving into a new home is always busy and there has been so many unexpected surprises I have to share with you.

While I rediscover what I have in boxes, there are some pleasant additions finding their way into my home that I hadn't expected.

I shall have to tell you all about all of them, but here are my first pictures of the new Bugatti from Italy.

(A girl is allowed to be a little lavish when she is compelled to use a stash of loyalty points!)

Isn't she a darling? She also came with bun warmer and some lovely little sandwich baskets that fit in the slots for deluxey toasties.

She has lots of lovely buttons and settings, just like any well dressed Italian girl.

And she lights up beautifully when you turn her on and make your selections.

Come visit me so we can get all toasty!

xx

Ford 1959 Galaxie Fairlaine 500 Convertible

2011-06-21T02:12:00.000+10:00

In the comments to my last post the ever gorgeous Ann O'Dyne mentioned the Ford Galaxie ...

... and look what I found. http://www.seriouswheels.com/1950-1959/1959-Ford-Galaxie-Fairlane-500-Convertible.htm

Makes a girl go all dreamy and firey at once.

xx

A Little House Warming Present

2011-06-20T01:33:00.000+10:00

As you know, I am soon to be moving to a lovely little house all of my own. I am leaving behind an established life for one more austere, but one more imperatively self-determined.

This also enables me to have a few small flourishes of my own. As my funds will be quite restricted for the next six months or so, these indulgences also have to be delightfully thrifty.

My new kitchen is teeny tiny. Without my pantry or the oodles of cupboards I am used to, I decided to use my bench space more functionally. A girl does love a decent aesthetic, and after a little research and nifty bidding I have secured these kitchenette delights.

This is the seller's photo, and I am very excited to be picking up my babies tomorrow. Can you see their gorgeous font? So many suffer the fate of the (quite rare I believe) salt cellar, and lose their lettering. But not these. I have been looking at some of their cousins, and although this set is sans-Coffee, I don't mind, as these days coffee is usually kept in the freezer.

Don't you love their standard colours? Flour is usually red; Sugar, grey or cream; Rice, teal; Tea, pale green and Coffee usually a browny-orange.

I can't wait to fill them all up. And then you can come for tea from the tea canister, and I shall make cakes from the flour canister. Then, after prattling through the afternoon, you can stay on to an early dinner and we shall have something nice with rice and a pinch of salt from the salt cellar. Then we can take an evening stroll in the 50 acre park near my home, then come back for something cozy.

Come by.

xx

Thank You Again, Ms Ann O'Dyne

2011-06-14T23:28:00.002+10:00

Ms Ann O'Dyne must be one of my best blog-friends. She always has interesting comments, and turns up in exciting blog-guises that one wouldn't expect. And she always has very good lingerie advice.

She even has her own love list, Worn Out, which you really must visit. I just can't resist the pic in this post. She has also sent me to Carine and Aubade for some window shopping.

Her latest little expedition took me to Myla. Not the website per se but love sight: the images gallery. If you look at her comments on States of Undress, you can see she gave me a page number. I am not going to give it to you here, because it can be tempting to rush. And that can truly spoil the purpose, as I mentioned in that very same blog. So unless you like to be hasty, and miss all the glorious scenery on the way, I would suggest you slowly make your way through those ladies who are kindly showing the lingerie to its best advantage. Consider it a little exercise in the slow manipulation of your amorous expression. And then tell me your favourites. A girl likes to know what interests a person.

How difficult it is for one to resist, and how covetous she becomes looking at a site such as this. I believe coveting is considered a sin in some religions. Is it so awfully bad to be desirous of such goodness?
And, Anne, you were quite right; I did know exactly which one you meant.

If I get some lovely replies, I might even list my favourite.

http://www.myla.com/lingerie/bras/balcony-bras/azalea-non-padded-balcony-db.html

xx

States of Undress

2011-05-27T01:46:00.003+10:00

After a conversation with a friend today, I began to understand that I had some rather distinct KPIs for my intimate liaisons.

Now before you start pressing the big red button, or shouting "Warning, Will Robinson", I do want to assure you there will be nothing explicit or untoward on my little blog.

But in this age of electronica, I have begun to find that speed-dating, just like speedy everything-else seems to have permeated one of those rooms where we should be taking considerable time.

As I mentioned to my friend, she and I do love our lingerie, and we carefully choose delicious and delicate articles that don't just lie closest to our skin, but actually accentuate our womanhood. You have seen some of my preferences on this weblog of mine, but as I have intimated, there is quite a pretty collection in my bedside table, my chest of draws, my wardrobe, and in tiny boxes and packets hidden where they shan't be found.

As you lovely lady readers know, many of us are often pleasantly adorned beneath our outerwear whether we have an occasion or not. And when we actually do have an exciting evening planned, we often have something special lingering underneath our fabulous frocks.

As we slowly reveal our sensitivities, we are often surprised how some certain types of gentlemen tend to race their libido to see how quickly they can remove those final garments.

Now if your lady is wearing some very unflattering beige items that look more like a woollen bathing suit, then yes, please use as much haste as possible to reveal your lover's better form.

However, as a little hint, if you are presented with a woman who is endowed with exquisite underwear, please do enjoy it with a lovely dose of acknowledgement and a hint of imagination.

xx

Great Unexpectations

2011-05-23T01:29:00.000+10:00

Sometimes we are so pleasantly surprised. It comes when we least expect it. It can be all one's wishes come true. Or a happy hiatus. I certainly do not mind.

These last years, and months especially, have been strange and wild. They have been conducive to radical and often uncomfortable change. I have looked to friends and relatives for support and met with a dearth on so many sides. It has been surprising and devastating. So when I found something precious, I wanted to hold onto it. Naturally perhaps. But ironically not always successful.

I have worked consistently at everything that was important and that I loved. And I have had to relinquish almost all of it. But my university grades, and my integrity I have retained. So little and so much.

So now, when I have been given something so unexpected, and so beautiful, I find it difficult to believe.

Strange and beautiful. Even if it is only for a short time, one is so very grateful.

xx

Ruby's New Blog

2011-05-21T16:45:00.002+10:00

Dear Petticoats and Chrome Readers,

As many of you have undoubtedly gathered, I am currently studying at university. I don't often get to blog at the moment, as we near the end of semester and deadlines for final assignments loom.

One of my subjects this semester is Poetry and Poetics. A fine relief from heavily researched based subjects and a pleasant creative opportunity for someone who enjoys writing, and likes it to be a little less structured.

That seems a little oxymoronic when one considers how concise and structured poetry can be ... but rest assured my work is not quite that adept, which is why I have opened a little blog, especially for her. I was hoping you might pop over, have a look, and leave your respected opinions to help improve it. I don't mind if you think it dross and tell me so, you can even remain anonymous.

Even if you are not a follower here, I would love to see you at Ruby's blog.

I shall be in the kitchen with my apron on. Come by and we can have tea and cupcakes.

xx

Vargas Video

2011-05-19T00:34:00.001+10:00

Some of you may remember my post from November last year on the gorgeous Vargas dress.

The creators, Kiss Me Deadly, are asking for videos in their loveliest shape-wear.

Without a boy in the boudoir, a girl needs to ask nicely if there is any kind and discreet person out there in my ethernet who is handy with a camera (or vidphone) and has a few luscious ideas to make a fun little film-o-matic.

... but you have to promise to be nice because I am a very good girl.

xx

Blog Bother Post Script

2011-05-10T15:26:00.000+10:00

Thank you, Mr Blogger, who seems to have fixed this very vexing problem.

I must admit I did tinker with a few things, so if anyone is still having the same difficulties as I did, please let me know and I shall pass on the details I have.

How nice to be able to work in the updated format again!

xx

Blog Bother

2011-05-10T10:28:00.006+10:00

I am afraid I shan't be posting for a while. It seems that many people in my region are having the same trouble with new posts and editing. We are patiently waiting for the infuriating spinning wheel to clear and let us post. But it is not.

If this is happening to you, there seems only one solution. Although clearing the cache and history has worked for some, for most people the only thing to do is to go to your Dashboard, click on Settings and scroll down and choose Old Format.

Although it works for rudimentary posting, there are inherent difficulties with photos and formatting.

The help desk is just posting generic information at this stage, without any proposals for a better work around, or information on what they are doing to alleviate the problem. In fact, they have not quite accepted responsibility for it, insinuating that it may be due to updates made to one's computer rather than Google or Blogger itself.

So please excuse this post if it looks a little 'primitive'. I hope you are having a more comfortable time with your blog, wherever you are.

xx

Legitimate Lingerie

2011-04-27T17:23:00.011+10:00

Fine lingerie is just not complete without the appropriate accessories, and so I believe beautiful stockings and tights are an essential component of a girl's lingerie wardrobe.

As I am with all lingerie, so am I absolutely desirous of stockings and tights. As hosiery patterning seems to change seasonally, I have found myself eagerly stocking up on quaint styles regardless of room permitting in bedside drawers.

Recently I found three gorgeous little numbers which I would love to share with you. The first is like a fine fishnet with art nouveau flowers around the thigh;

http://www.voodoohosiery.com.au/fashion

the second, was a subtle design which I do not yet have a photo for; and third, was my beloved, luxurious cuban heel seamed stockings. These traditionally come in a chisel ended style, but my favorite is the Deco-esque stepped finish which seems a little more elusive.

The following photo shows generic versions of heeled stockings. I do love the Manhattan.

(What incredible colours they have!)

I also prefer the traditional keyhole welt in the garter of my stockings when I can get them. Which fortunately I can at What Katie Did. Some of their range are still made on the traditional machines. (Because a girl has to love that devotion to an authentic aesthetic.)

Here, for your perusal, is a little stocking anatomy:

These, from What Katie Did, are my stock in stockings:

Now, all I need is a little night out ...

Yes Sir, She's My Baby

2011-04-24T00:19:00.008+10:00

It has been a long and exhausting search, but I am so glad to have found my new home.

It is more than I ever hoped for. When I lost the home I lived in for so long I was not sure I would be able to afford another beautiful Deco-rus baby.
My situation had been rather restrictive, I shan't bore you with the ugly bits, but suffice to say I sold everything I had of significant value to secure her. I could not procure help from friends, family or the bank (as I am still at university without a significant income), so it has been quite a tenuous time for me.

Our housing market has been a little inconsistent in the past few months, so even though I sold lower than I had first anticipated, I was very fortunate to purchase again in the same market.

Here she is, my Deco darling. She has gorgeous ceilings and a back yard for my puppy. I am so very grateful to have her.

(The furniture is not mine. These are the "promotion pics".)

xx

Beauty Left Behind

2011-04-19T00:13:00.002+10:00

It is difficult to relinquish that which one loves. To avoid the loss we hold on to the beauty. I shall miss my garden of crepe myrtles with their beautiful barks and crimson flowers, the roses which were fragrant and bright, my tiered front lawn and my fruit trees: apple, plum, lemon and olive.

And inside, I shall miss my ceilings. Here they are so I shan't forget them:

The Formal Lounge:

My Bedroom:

Entrance Hall:

Dining Room

(This is also where I sit and write. The dome in the centre is slightly recessed.)

She is so beautiful. I shall miss her gorgeous hues which my cousin, with his artistic and steady hand, painstakingly highlighted for me.

But now, at least, I shall always have her here.

xx

Flowers and Open Fires

2011-04-07T00:08:00.003+10:00

What a busy month it has been. Assignments already, and I am just about to sell my little ol' house. I have all these people traipsing through and I hope someone will love my gorgeous Deco darling as much as I and meet my conservative reserve.

I really should post some pictures of her, but the estate agent has documented them in such a way that I cannot copy them down as images.

But as I adore flowers, here at least are some pictures of them in the dining room.

I love these Bouvardia. They start out as little four corner pockets and then burst into these stars. And they are crepuscular (which is one of my favourite words) because they are scented in the evening.

... and these are my pink Lilies with some deep maroon Alstromera

... and here they all are with the Gladioli, which were too tall for my camera screen.

You can see the mantelpiece in the background. I sit here in front of them with the fire on while I write all those essays and papers which sometimes see me work through until morning.

Soon I will be living in a teeny tiny house. I hope she will be Deco-rus and fiery, just like this one. I don't mind if she is smaller.

Wish me luck!

xx

I Love My Personal DJ

2011-03-24T17:21:00.004+11:00

With university back in full swing a girl does not have time to do much else. I love it when my music catalogue intuits a sweet, sincere and seditious playlist for me.

PJ Harvey - Good Fortune http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gDBZZ3uvimE
The Cure - Friday, I'm in Love http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wa2nLEhUcZ0
Booby Traps - Bad Reaction http://www.myspace.com/theboobytraps/music/songs?filter=popular
Robert Forster - Don't Touch Anything http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JsrXwXlEook
Cannanes - Free Bird http://www.myspace.com/cannanes http://www.cannanes.com/news.html
Johnny Cash - Folsom Prison Blues http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v7gV5C5mB7A
Black Eyed Susans - Glory, Glory http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I72BMsHt3N4
Velvet Underground - Sweet Bonnie Brown http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-aGLaplfVN0
The Chills - Wet Blanket http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BOvRTcTLvAM
Regina Spektor - The Calculation http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2DLp-vE3AKg
The Wylde Oscars - Right, Yeah http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TF0BupebZXs
Go Betweens - Make Her Day (not on youtube, but here is Spring Rain http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y5CRiS8bRTw)
PJ Harvey - 66 Promises http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j1NKNGLqKoU

xx

Thank You Ann O'Dyne

2011-03-08T21:47:00.004+11:00

This evening has been totally haphazard, incongruous and disrupted. It started to get better when working on solution #11 when I had to rush out to make an unexpected purchase and I heard a certain Dr Nichols on the radio which certainly cheered me up. But then I received this! #c2991050267887705294

As a recipient of the award, this is what I must do:

Step One: Make a post linking back to the person who gave you the award.

I am so very excited to get this award from Ann O'Dyne who was one of my very first followers!
What an absolute darling she is!

Step Two: Share seven random things about yourself:
Only two people know that I blog. It is my secret between me and you.
I was a suspect in a murder.
When I was a child I was forced to live in cognito for 22 months.
I went to 10 schools. One for two days.
I have been to Iceland and I loved it.
I was born on the winter solstice.
Someone who reads this knows my most secret secret.
Step Three: Confer Stylish Blogger Award on 15 bloggers.But I shall choose my 10!

1 Pin Up Girl Clothing (because a girl has to dress!)
2 Twilla Jean
3 Vixen Vintage
4 Pedro The Boat Builder (he is so wicked, but so good)
5 Elizabeth Pulie
6 KMQ's Simone
7 Mr Lorraine Crescent
8 Ruby Rach
9 Ann O'Dyne
10 Marshall Stacks

xx

Sing a Song of Sixpence

2011-03-07T00:53:00.004+11:00

My cousin recently imparted a wonderful aphorism: the only thing worse than a bad decision is no decision at all. Of course that is not always correct, but after being away from my blog and having no entries for so long I hope I can apply it in principle ...

I really should be spending my time reading, as university is back in full swing. I have only 13 texts this semester, but much reading none-the-less. (This is much better than my first semester in first year, when I had 21, one of which was War and Peace.) Instead I have been filling my obligations in preparation for house hunting as I am finally hoping to buy my very first home on my lonesome. I am so looking forward to it.

But unfortunately there is some pricking of my thumbs and with it wickedness this way comes. I really should have a damn good down payment on my teeny-tiny house, but someone is withholding access to my funds. There is manipulation afoot, but even though I am trying to be as fair and graceful as I can, it does not seem as if equanimity has its rewards. I could adopt the same position as my opponent, but I do not like the method of their dealings, so I am thinking of letting my solicitor take the said person out for a good shaking. Somehow that seems a bit awful. Quibbling over money is such an ugly thing, but they are being so mean!

Between university and home(s) over the next few months I am sure to feel like a blackbird baked in a pie. I am looking forward to when all this crustiness will be opened so I can begin to sing.

xx

Of Corsetry

2011-02-22T00:54:00.000+11:00

Some of you may be familiar with another of my favourite corsets, (you can see it here: http://petticoatsandchrome.blogspot.com/2010/11/this-may-have-been-of-month-what-katie.html), but recently I have come across something else that is terribly delicious. When one is lured by such a divine colour, a girl is aching to be hard pressed into it.

This corset is also very sensibly designed. The front busking allows one to dress and undress oneself without the need for a girlfriend to lace her in. (Because unfortunately I have yet to meet a man conscientious enough for the task ...)

It seems too cruel to show you my favourite, when perhaps you may have one of your own. So here is the site for you to peruse. It also has a link to help you choose the corset that best suits your figure.

http://www.fairygothmother.co.uk/Corsets.htm

Despite its loveliness I cannot justify the purchase of such a dear, sweet thing because unfortunately I have no-one to share it with.

I am waiting for my boy and his charger. He must be far, far away on a very important crusade. I should have let him keep my ribbon for luck.

Tail Fins and Chrome

2011-02-12T23:54:00.000+11:00

If you love your cars as I do, you will understand why I cannot write anything in this posting besides "please, click on this link".

http://www.youtube.com/watch_popup?v=WbN_BAn55a4&pop_ads=null

These Are A Few of My Favourite Things

2011-02-08T01:31:00.001+11:00

I have a secret.

A few years ago I went to a fair a long, long way from home. It was something I had wanted to do for such a while, but had been prohibited by, let us say 'a big bad wolf'.

So I snuck out in my hooded red jacket, with my best and brightest frock, cutest shoes, and tortoise-shell sun glasses packed in my tiny cardboard suitcase, and caught the plane to a city some 1000 kilometres away.

I may have been bold, but was getting naughtier. I met up with a 'woodcutter' at the airport and he whisked me away in his car. He fed me and lured me to his cabin, but a good girl always says "no" especially when certain parties are already 'engaged' and should not be playing with girls when they visit strange cities. But my woodcutter was very respectful, and afterwards kindly dropped me off where my girlfriend was waiting in a safe clearing.

The next day she and I went to the fair. Can you imagine seeing everything you love all in one place? Outside there were chromed cars from the late 1950s and inside there were patterned dresses and pretty old-fashioned china and homewares, lots of gorgeous boys dressed impeccably, a hairdresser who put everything from pin-curls to victory rolls in your hair, and in the background lots and lots of music to make everyone dance.

Amongst all this heady excitement I saw something I had never seen before. The most delicate and gorgeous pasties. I was a demure lass and not prone to anything racy, but these were made for us, dear ladies. A little shy, I quietly took the business card and slipped it into my handbag. I believe it was a culmination of the digression of the weekend and this little card that turned me from that demure lass into a determined but discreet woman.

Finally, when I returned home I was in a considerable amount of trouble. My absconding was taken very seriously and I was firmly repremanded. But girls, I still had my secret little card! One evening, I found her site on the internet and was lost in all the dreamy and beautiful selections of pasties. I did not have an occassion to wear them, but I needed a momento of my special day, so I ordered some online.
-- Shh. Don't tell anyone! I have to hide them in the back of my drawer. --

They are the most gorgeous and decadent thing, and I love them so. They came in the most beautiful box with costume tape and instructions.

But did you know they custom make them? By hand! You can choose your favourite fabric, bows, buttons, bells, and brocade from her collection if you ask her nicely. She is very kind and discreet.

It's like a lolly shop for your loveliest.

I have several pairs now and only have worn one pair - for myself. Unfortunately I do not have a man who shares my pastie-passion, so they languish hidden behind my most delicate lingerie.

Ladies, you really should buy some for yourself this Valentines. And if you are a lad with fine taste, perhaps you could choose something lavish and alluring for your favourite feline.

Here is her Valentine Collection on Facebook. She will ship them to you, direct to boudiour.

http://www.facebook.com/home.php#!/album.php?aid=268049&id=71821524000

Kiss Me Quick.

xx

Brown Paper Packages

2011-02-04T18:26:00.002+11:00

Yesterday I was very surprised to hear the door bell ring. It was a postal contractor with his little notepad and a brown cardboard box!

At first I thought it must be for somebody else. But it was clearly addressed to me ... Who could have sent such an exciting parcel? And what could it be?

I did not wait for scissors to splice the tape. I opened it immediately in the hall. Inside the box was a note which said:

SURPRISE!

The toy(s) inside this box have been specially selected, ordered (and paid for) by someone you know. The name of the 'mystery' person(s) who have kindly and thoughtfully chosen you as their recipient ...

Can be found on the card/label that's attached to the gift inside,
Cannot be revealed or has wished to remain anonymous,
Is ...........................................................................

(The first option was ticked. Then it said ...)

Please remember, these toys are intended for the person as indicated on the card/address label of the parcel so please do not remove any wrapping or open any envelopes unless you are the person for which the toys were intended.

... We hope you enjoy and have many hours of fun playing with your new toys.

How exciting!

I carefully opened the cute little card. The words on the front were just like the note:

Inside my benefactor was revealed!

My present, however was not. It was still wrapped in this beautiful paper which I later learned he had chosen especially.

I did not peek until every piece of sticky tape was undone. And look what I found!

Remember these? They were like maths and science and tech drawing and art all in one.

And look how the gears came. It reminded me of the little toys in cereal boxes which we pressed out and put together.

The template has been redesigned so that when you flip it over the teeth interlock under the lip, and the gears are more secure as you wheel them around.

And it also came with this stencil to accessorise your swirls!

Don't they look as bright and colourful as lollipops?

At first I made a space scene, then a sea animal collage, and later shared it with a young lass who made a flower garden.

Super-nova-licious.

Just like sending letters, I love receiving things in the post, but this was extraordinarily generous and unexpected, which made it all the more perfect.

xx

Art and Tradition of Cars and Skin

2011-01-31T14:08:00.003+11:00

This city is fortunate to have many exhibition spaces which cater for diverse interests. During the weekend I was able to indulge both classic and more subversive curiosities in its most modern and traditional venues.

One of our distinguished postmodern buildings hosted the Austin Healey Car Club. Normally these rounded English vehicles do not garner my attention, but I appreciate their period appeal and similarities to those more audacious American models.

Even in the 1950s the conservative Austin is remains reminiscent of 1940s styling, which we can see in this 1954 Somerset convertible.

If someone came by in one of these, who could say "no" to a country drive?

Her cousin was a utility vehicle, with customised spats and hubcaps.

And why shouldn't a girl like running boards on a car like this?

Look at the hardware on the steering wheel!

I liked some of the recurring features, like the inset turning indicators, and Bakelite knobs on the interior of the more prestigious models, like this 1950s Atlantic.

The Austin badges and emblems were variant and rarely ostentatious, even when applied in multiples.

Interestingly, in the space-age conscious design of the 1950s the badge became more reflective of Art Deco streamline on this Cambridge.

The general conservatism of this make, and this exhibition was starkly contrasted by my second exhibition of the weekend: a Tattoo and Arts Festival.

This had Madame Lash's vehicle for a mascot: A hell-fired 1959 Chevrolet.

Although there were also bands, clothing and merchandise, the focus of the festival was tattooing. Artists from United States, United Kingdom, Singapore, Indonesia, New Zealand and Australia whirred and buzzed in scores of stalls, as living canvasses lined up to be indelibly coloured. The array of design was surprising, from the fantastic to the traditional, applied to head, feet, nether regions, and everything in between.

I watched stoic youths, burly men, and an array of women quietly succumbed to the artists' needles for hours.

Most interesting was a traditional Indonesian application of ink by a needle attached to a wooden pole and hit with a small mallet. The tattoo artist and his assistant stop every few minutes to wipe the fluid that raises to the surface of the skin. It is a laborious process, but reiterates the traditional roots of this art as forms of initiation, commemoration, and its related spiritual connotations as well as its aesthetic value.

I did not want to encroach on the privacy of the artists or the people being tattooed, so I do not have any photos of the individuals. Even when I asked to photograph merchandise, I was firmly rebuffed. I have, however, a collection of their commercial presence, which also manages to give an insight into their work.

Paper Correspondence

2011-01-25T00:39:00.000+11:00

Have I mentioned that I have a sweet spot for stationery? Over the years I have collected a fine array of postcards, notecards, paper and pens. They manifest as advertising media, holograms, B-grade films, designer ranges, patterned prints, stickers, felt, flocking and even cigarette tins (which probably doesn't count I guess).

Such a copious stash it has become. So much so that in these days of electronic messaging I do not think I could ever get through it while simultaneously maintaining my happy collecting. Last night at some strange and restless hour I decided to send them out to my dearest friends and family with little messages. I am not signing them yet, but would not be surprised if they guessed the author at Missive One.

So today I took the puppy for a walk, visited the post office and bought a score of stamps to send my first cards. Perhaps I should keep a little visual log here to remember my little paper darlings.

If you would like one, I would love to hear from you.

Contact me at pettichrome@gmail.com with your address and I will pop one in the mail.

But be quick, I am soon to be drawn back into the vortex of dedication. I have only a few weeks of frivolity left, and I would not want anyone to miss out.

xx

Holiday Hootenanny

2011-01-06T00:17:00.003+11:00

My oh my, what a busy time it has been these last few weeks.

Besides the usual festivities and feting, I have had the opportunity to indulge in some favourite pastimes and challenge myself in activities I would not otherwise have contemplated.

Being in a different city where many of my old friends live allows me to fill my dates with visits across town and suburbs. But this can also prove a challenge, especially is there are other enticing activities playing here for a short time only. And thus presented my quandary. Fortunately I am also graced by the benefaction and generosity of many friends and family who either share my interests, or are willing to oblige them. So I proposed an open invitation to a photography exhibition and was pleased with the disparate but comfortable little group which kindly joined me.

The exhibition exceeded my expectation, as did the positive and varied perspectives on the work when we reconvened in a noisy bar a few winding streets behind. Conversations continued from afternoon through evening as we revisited places we used to frequent for pre- and post-dinner drinks.

* * * * *

Conversely, I was invited to a family event at an activity park. Such venues are usually a little off my radar, but I decided this might be a fun way to extend my perceptions and my physical abilities. Heck, in the borrowed clothing I had to wear I could be assured no-one would recognise me if I made a blazing fool of myself.

Did I say I thought this may be fun? It was a downright holiday hootenanny! I leapt, dived, careened, tobogganed, bumped, glided, and bobsledded my way through the park. I ate and drank naughty things and somehow didn't mind a bit. I saw happy people from such a variety of diverse and colourful demographics constantly around me. Opposing re-visitations to activities were all jovially accommodated within our group. We arrived home tired, in need of a long warm shower, and sated. In fact, the fun may have rivaled my convivial cultural excursion.

Such can be the dividend of disparity. Surprising and opposing components in these unfamiliar environs made for some very propitious opportunities. Perhaps that is why I like to subversively challenge my perceptions of normatives, whether personal, social, or ideological.

I would love it if you could share some of yours with me. (I promise I won't tell!)

xx

Sweet Holiday Dreams

2010-12-21T01:42:00.001+11:00

We are coming to that time of year when many of us are taking holidays and enjoying the opportunity to spend luxurious hours with those dearest to them. These happy little events are usually combined with fine victuals and infusions, and often a few little wrapped surprises.

This year I have started a little early, flitting over to the farthermost city of our fair country to visit and to venture through places I remember, and others I have heard lauded.

And what a piquant little time it was. One of the most surprising days was spent in a small university town outside of the city. Design, unusual stationery which incorporated themes and images from children’s books, and sweet little cafes tucked into tiny facades were inspiring and delightful. This was also a dream-come-true place of pristine vintage books in tiny stores with friendly prices. Bookish owners who were happy to discuss details of strange literacy histories and hearsay. Dark and dusty shops with vinyl records which you thought had disappeared for ever, or did not know existed, which rest heavily on others which have acquired a kitch, quaint or quirky presence as all our years seemed to have passed them by. There were, of course, others which would make you feel queasy if they made it to the turntable, but on the shelves simply seemed amusing. How exciting it was to walk out of the store with one of those slim square plastic bags made just for records. Shall I tell you what I made mine?

Greg Dear and the Beautiful Losers “lover/saint” and Nina Simone “forbidden fruit” as LPs. (Doesn’t 'LP' sounds so K-Tel!), the Bamboos “Virginia” b/w “Snuff” and the very exciting Partridge Family “I Think I Love You” b/w “Somebody Wants to Love You” on 7”. I also got a little Tubeway Army single for a dear friend.

And like surprises, friends are what make travel so worthwhile. I was fortunate to enjoy both on my glorious first day. There was sunshine, a big black beast of a vehicle, and beaches. We swam in that rollicking surf and stretched out on the sand to dry. The twilight generously gave us extra hours to explore a park with small pools, rolling lawns, unfamiliar flowers and plants and wading water birds. And there was the most perfect present for me to remember the time we had.

But sometimes a girl cannot spend enough time with her oldest and dearest friend, and I am afraid it was often compromised. Although I later ventured with others south into vineyards to discover delicious things, pristine seashores that extended to the horizons, and beautiful art and architecture, I missed the quiet time I would have liked to have had together to catch up on the little things which seem to make the most sense in this busy old world.

Chrome ~ Cars ~ Cinderella

2010-12-12T01:31:00.001+11:00

As you know, last weekend I went to that sweet little chrome car show where everything was dated pre-1969. I rushed through all my Cinderella chores and made it there with two and a half hours to spare. How disappointed I was to find that many of the gorgeous automobiles I would have longingly languished over had hot-tailed it out of there soon after the awards were shared amongst the divine.

I wasted no time at all and whipped around snapping madly at the gorgeous remaining babies, as I heard V8 engines, one after the other, rumble into life and begin their slow, delicious haul out of there. Some were showing off some of their hydraulics before departing, which can be rather entertaining even though such vehicles are not strictly my style, but today I had no time for playful shenanigans.

Snap, snap, snap I went, inside (if the windows were open) and out. I met all sorts of boys who were so happy to talk about both their and the other cars on the lot, as well as some gorgeous lasses as well. Although their vintage is a little early for me, there were some incredible Mercurys on display, and I was of course so happy to see a nice contingent of Chevrolets. (My ol' time favourite!)

I even managed a quick scout of the merchandise, and purchased a few little goodies for a dear friend, (shh, it's a secret ...), then back I went to get some extra pics. Here is a sample from the day, but please forgive my framing. Although I was not happy with my fixed f/stop lens, I did not dare change it for fear of losing a moment.

Dear lord, just looking at them again makes me all excited!

xx

Chrome

2010-12-03T15:25:00.001+11:00

Those who know me know my penchant for cars and chrome. Big, gorgeous, shiny, curvaceous and streamlined, there is something about it that just gets me all fired up in the most unnatural way.

Sometimes I miss it so much. So today I went out a-looking for it. Search and search I did, and finally I found a place to sate my perky-in-all-the-wrong-places desire. It's a local, dreamy, driving, custom car pile up that is going to find me languishing in the laps of all those bench seats, and pressing myself against all those shiny, shiny panels as I ache over those tempting tail lights, lust after those head lights with "lashes", and generally crumple under my drunken desire for chrome.

And the boys will tell me all about how they restored that gorgeous beast of a woman, and how they sourced their parts, and custom made others. There is going to be music and eye candy. Ooo, I think I need a chaperone to hold me back before I become all unseemly.

Bad girl. Down.

Vargas Dress

2010-11-30T01:27:00.002+11:00

Many of you may know all about Alberto Vargas and his gorgeous pin up girls. I first stumbled across one of his prints when I was a young naive girl in my early teens and, without any previous foreknowledge of the artist and his work, immediately fell in love with it and made it the feature of my bedroom.

So beautiful was the woman in the print that I was not surprised to find a gorgeous item of lingerie has been named after him in the form of the Kiss Me Deadly (KMD) Vargas Dress.

Recently I indulged in a little online purchase and purchased a wiggle dress which requires particular foundation garments so it can be worn to its best advantage. I had been seen the Vargas Dress on the KMD site, and now had the perfect opportunity to make her mine.

I have a friend who has two. One being the very tempting red and black release which was made as a limited run. The one she had bought previously was not as shaping as she had hoped, so she purchased this second one a size smaller, and was pleased with the fit.

I was keen to make sure my Vargas fitted perfectly so I found a local vendor who imports them directly from KMD. The sizing is the based on the fitting of your brassiere, so I was pleased they had mine in stock. When I tried the 34D I found it comfortable, but not providing the form I was expecting. The vendor said quite a few girls preferred the next size down, and fortunately they had a 32DD for me to try. After two attempts and some gentle coercion I found it fitted firmly and gave me a silhouette I was happy with.

The difference in size may be because I have what they call a 'vintage figure'. This means my waist is approximately 10 inches smaller than my bust and hip measurements. The Vargas is made for a standardised hip to waist ratio, so because of my 'vintage' shape the next size down shaped my waist appropriately.

I would definitely recommend sourcing a local distributor if you can, to ensure your Vargas gives you the result you desire. If you plan to order online and would like the next size down, you might like to use the following grading system: A bra cup size 38B is comparable to a 36C, 34D, 32DD. If you are like me and usually take a 34D but have a larger hip to waist ratio you might try the 32DD in your shapewear. Ideally though, it is best to try it to ensure the closest fit for both your body and bust.

The Vargas dress has six garter tabs, so it is perfect for accessorising irrisistible stockings with your dress. The brassiere is comfortable and lightly boned, with generous lace finish. My deportment teacher told me that a girl must always have good foundation garments, which should also be beautiful. Whether those boys know or not, we like to dress as beautifully beneath as we do externally. The Vargas is so comfortable I am reluctant to take her off. Because she is so beautiful, perhaps a girl doesn't have to after all.

http://www.kissmedeadly.co.uk/shop/collections/vargasdressesxx

Charleston II

2010-11-25T00:41:00.000+11:00

Monday was second my swing class. This time sans French 75, but with many more boys. How nice it is to have them "offer the hand" and then swing us girls out by our hips. Some of those cheerful young thangs just know how to guide us so smoothly that it is nice letting them show the initiative in the lead.

This week we did high kicks, turns and jumps. My petticoats ensured I was all modesty no matter how high I kicked or how much thrust those boys put on my turn. And the floor makes such a jolly good thump when we all come down together. Some of those fellas are actually quite advanced and just come along to give a girl some company. How lucky we are.

Unfortunately we only have one little class left. I have my swing record out and I am going to practice, practice, practice, because next week I am going to start with a 75, shine those boards, and finish like a 57!

Venus In Furs

2010-11-20T23:11:00.000+11:00

One of my 2011 texts is Leopold von Sacher-Masoch's Venus in Furs. Quite a groundbreaking little read in its day. I had this slim volume and one final night of solace to enjoy, and thought there could be little better than spending it amongst brocade, velvet and candlelight. So just before midnight I careened through wet and empty streets to my gilt and guilty haunt to be enticed by La Caterina. Sometimes it is obviously the right place.

My First Dance Lesson

2010-11-15T22:40:00.000+11:00

How much fun can one girl have on the boards with about thirty other dance-happy punters?

After filling in my first twenty minutes with some lovely French champagne with a twist, I joined the crowd in front of the stage as Emily and Xavier got us stepping and sliding in no time.

As it was the first dance-date for most of us, we had fun learning the basic steps, and then a few more "awesome" moves. After we astounded ourselves with our beginners' finesse, we were soon exchanging partners and learning even more additions to our little routine.

Some of the boys were very confident and others were fun, but all were polite and forgiving if we forgot a step or to. They "guided" us proficiently and we even had dancehall swapovers which involved a lot of clapping and even more fun when it was our turn to be partnered.

Today we learnt some of the fun steps of the Charleston. I know it looks a little comic on the big screen, but boy, was it fun! We did mini-Charlestons, and the Slide, and some of the boys did massive "Monkey Claps". Those pre-war guys and gals sure knew how to have some jolly good fun with their mint juleps!

Tune in again next week.

xx

Lindy Hop and Swing

2010-11-13T23:48:00.000+11:00

I have found myself a lovely little place for dance classes. I was surprised how many I had to choose from, (and in so many places) all from one site.

I am so looking forward to my Monday class. And the venue is divine. I will be jitterbugging in no time.

They say to wear comfortable clothes and shoes, but a girl just has to dress up a little in a favourite frock, so I shall wear something as summery (or as bright, if it's cold) as I can.

I will give you a dance floor report next week!

xx

Dance

2010-11-10T23:54:00.000+11:00

Lucky me has a few months to indulge in some sweet and happy things.

But I don't want to do them all on my lonesome.

I would love to visit my favourite cocktail bar, read, and perhaps take some dancing lessons.

Does anyone want to come dancing with me? I promise to wear my petticoats.

Even if your all tied up, please let me know if you can recommend a nice dance hall or class.

Thanks xx

Corset of the Month

2010-11-09T00:55:00.000+11:00

This may have been corset of the month for What Katie Did in September, but it is a long term favourite of mine. They only make one of each size, so a girl (or her very generous lover) has to be quick.

They are not making one this month, because they are so busy with a big job that is all hush-hush at the moment, but we will have to be vigilant. And if December is as delightful as this, I must ask you to please, please leave the 26" for me.

Here is the website for What Katie did so you can feast your lovely eyes:

http://www.whatkatiedid.com/

Petticoats and Chrome

2010-11-06T01:36:00.000+11:00

Now, what more could a girl want? Some beautiful underclothes and a big '57.

... and maybe a lovely boy to drive her.

This is my brand spanking new blog where I shall be noting down a few little things that interest me, and you are welcome to drop in whenever you like.

I will be adding my favourite links, pics and tasty little doo-dads.

Let me know if you have any tips.

xx