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Avid thrifter and vintage clothes wearer. Love 1960s and early 1970s styles. Partial to Art Nouveau, Pre-Raphaelite, Victorian, Renaissance and Medieval art. Former art historian. Current packrat. On a continual quest for good-looking, comfortable vegan shoes. Bhangra dancer since 2002. Fascinated by all things Indian. Vegan and animal advocate. 

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Sunday
Dec062015

Gather me

2015 is almost over and I’m only on my fifth blog post of the year. What a slacker! I can’t recall everything of note, but I’ve got photos to prove they happened. So, to quickly catch up...

Saw Melanie in concert in an intimate ‘supper club’ venue in Worcester, Massachusetts. She still has that strong, passionate voice I remember from the ‘70s. And her music is so much more than the song, "Brand New Key," that everyone knows her for.

Melanie's son, who performs with her, assists with guitar tuning.

I wore a 1970s Vicki Vaughn maxi dress purchased on Etsy. With one of my many 1970s Pakistani velvet bags.

I was so pleased to score a mint copy of the Gather Me album (1971) at a free community swap soon after. I spent the summer listening to this over and over.

Colorful label design for Melanie's label Neighborhood Records.


I obsessively made chickpea flour pancakes.


This particular batch had olives, tomatoes, green peppers, green chilis, nutritional yeast and cumin and was topped with salsa. I also make them with Indian spices with Indian pickle (achar) on the side. I don’t use kala namak, which is supposed to impart an ‘eggy’ taste as I never liked the taste of eggs.

The recipe for soy-free, gluten-free vegan chickpea flour omlette/pancakes is from Vegan Richa (a great vegan recipe blog in general). 

There was a conference in New Orleans. Unfortunately, I didn't have time to see the city, but did manage to make two quick visits to the amazine Breads on Oak cafe, which offered up lots of vegan sweet and savory baked goods.

To be continued...

In spite of not being very visible in the blog world lately, I'm linking up to Patti's Visible Monday gathering of visible bloggers at Not Dead Yet Style.

Monday
Dec292014

Groupie (sort of)

I showed a "Groupie" poster in my last post and, in November, I had a once-in-a-lifetime experience of following one of my favorite artists (and object of my teenage obsession) across Europe.

For my birthday, my thoughtful boyfriend planned a trip to Europe to see Yusuf/Cat Stevens (he goes by both or either name now) in concert twice (Paris and Berlin) and Morrissey once (Antwerp). Through my pleading Somehow, we ended up seeing Cat Stevens a third time in Dusseldorf and Morrissey again in London.

Yusuf/Cat Stevens, Berlin, November 2014I saw Cat Stevens in Springfield, Massachusetts, in 1976, and again in Brussels in 2010. He’s released a new blues and R & B album, and I admire him for going back to his roots and recording tunes that got him into music in the 1960s, since so many musical artists who were big in that period are now doing ‘safe’ pop music.

There were only slight variations in the playlists of the three concerts—all combined his older music (going back to 1966 with “I Love My Dog”) with a good number of his new songs. Cat was out of the limelight, not touring or recording (or smoking) for decades, and I think his voice and performance were all the better for it. He looked like he was having a blast, more so than in the 70s. His voice is unchanged (which you can’t say for others of his generation, such as Bob Dylan). It still has that deep caramel-y quality with those lovely growls (I'm thinking of my favorite song “Sitting”). Alun Davies, his talented, long-time guitarist accompanied him for the entire European and North American tour. The rest of the band were very tight and seemed to be having a good time, too.

Yusuf/Cat Stevens concert stage set, Berlin, November 2014 The stage set at each venue looked like an abandoned train station (i.e. waiting for the Peace Train).

1970s handkerchief dress and new-ish hat purchased at Goodwill. 1970s moon face, 1930s faceted glass, and metal Indian necklaces. The seed bead necklace and wooden bead bracelet I made in the early 1970s. Vintage and Indian bangles. 1970s Pakistani bag, purchased on eBay. I had bought this dress at my local charity shop a couple years ago in spite of the fact that I couldn’t zip it up and still breathe with ease. When my boyfriend bought our concert tickets on September 5, I vowed that in the ensuing 9 weeks, I’d lose enough weight to fit into it for the Paris concert. And I did.

Tea after the concertDetail of rayon handkerchief dressHere's a nearly identical one (for substantially more than what I paid).

There's that hat, bag and 1970s moon face pendant again. 1970s The Villager vest from Goodwill. Tunic and leggings from Goodwill. Vintage star pin purchased on eBay.Vintage star pin with colored glass cabochons, purchased on eBay.

Another 1970s velvet Pakistani bag that I’ve added to my collection.

In addition to hearing the song “Sitting” live three times, a highlight was a second encore in Paris in which Cat performed the heart-felt song, “Trouble.”

Here's an odd coincidence--I only found out a couple years after we met that my boyfriend, according to his mother, is distantly related to Cat Stevens’ spouse.

Linking up to Visible Monday, hosted by the lovely Patti of Not Dead Yet Style, and to Judith's Hat Attack #18.

Sunday
Aug192012

Rock and Roll Yard Sale

I’m exhausted after a full day at the local ‘Rock and Roll Yard Sale,’ a community flea market that focuses on vinyl and music-related vintage items.

There’s a fair amount of vintage clothing and some handmade crafts as well.

My friend had a booth, selling mostly LPs. In addition to helping him with the set up (he’s still on the mend from a leg shattered in a motorcycle accident), I was selling some vintage clothing.

Of course, any time I do a selling event, I always end up buying. (As did my friend, who, in spite of having bought a collection of 20,000 records, and trying to sell them for the past 6 months, still found an LP he had to have.)

Greek fisherman’s cap purchased around 1990 at The Hat Shop back when it used to be on Neal St. in London. Sunglasses made from 1960s frames found at Dollar A Pound around the same time. I am probably the only person on earth who has had the same pair of sunglasses for 20+ years. I thought the bag was worth a close-up. I bought this vintage chenille bag, which has a geometric 1920s-style pattern in vibrant colors, for $7.00. I am sure I saw this exact bag or one very similar for sale online recently.

I barely sold anything, but it was still nice to be outside all day, saying ‘hi’ to the dogs who walked by.

And to Seamus, a cat who likes to spend the day out and about perched on his person’s shoulder. He's the most laid-back cat I've ever met.

There were bands playing, too. Although not obvious from this photo, this woman, with the help of a cane, was boogieing up a storm. I thought, "I hope I'm like her when I am at that age."

I've been catching up on my blog reading tonight and this woman's exuberance reminded of yesterday’s post on The Secondhand Years which mentions a poem by Jenny Joseph which begins, "When I am an old woman I shall wear purple." 

Today I just happened to be wearing a purple and red top, purple tights and purple paratrooper boots (last seen here.) Then again, going by the pics I’ve posted, I wear purple and red most of the time (here and here. Oh, and here). Either I'm old before my time or getting in lots of practice.