As We Were: Fabulous Hats

Time travelers of all kinds will tell you that it is important to get the details correct. No detail could be more important than having the right hat.

1870’s and 1880’s

After the 1860’s women’s dresses went from large hoopskirts to more of a natural form. I use the word natural loosely, but take a look at the images and you’ll see what I mean. Hats went from bonnets to amazing works of art. There was something to fit every taste. As the dresses in the 80’s became more extreme so did the hats.

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Any good mother would know to start their children off early with stylish hats. Of course they had a dog.

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Of course you could always borrow your boyfriend’s hat.

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Fashionable friends in the 1880’s with fabulous hats. Do you think they planned this or just happened to show up wearing these delightful creations?

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Notice the feathers. Now imagine the wild bright colors these hats were. There was nothing drab about the colors these women were wearing. We only see them in black and white. Imagine the colors!

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A remarkable hat. Check out the detail in the sleeves. Why do most costumes in movies get the beautiful details all wrong? It is those tiny details that make the moment come alive.

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Fashionable friends have fashionable hats and fabulous pets.

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This one is a little later, from the 1890’s. Flowers never go out of style.

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Fashionable tweens.

I’ll be featuring more amazing and fashionable women’s hats from the 19th Century in future posts.

For all of you top hat fans there will be plenty of dashing men with their hats in the future as well.

Until then let me know if there is anything fashion wise you’d like to see, or other types of 19th Century photographic portraits you’re interested in.

~ Juliette aka Vampire Maman

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Note: All photos are the property of Juliette Kings.

 

My favorite calendar

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This holiday season I am so thankful and blessed by my dear friends, Vampire or not.

My amazing, creative and sweet friend Rebecca made this spectacular advent calendar! It is so beautiful and I smile every time I look at it.

It is a tree with drawers for each day. A surprise is in each drawer. The theme is sort of steam punk, Christmas And everything I adore!

Having friends like Rebecca makes everyday a holiday!!!

Good design never goes out of style! Winter is almost here!

Winter is coming. In the 70’s (20th Century) I had a beautiful Chloe coat that looked like something from the 1890’s but a little different. I hate to admit it but the 1970’s was a time for beautiful coats. I wish I still had that wine colored Gucci coat with the fur collar.

The 1890’s brought a wonderful crop of beautiful winter dresses. Here is one of my favorites. The woman in the photo was a friend (not me). I’d still wear that. It wouldn’t take much to modernize it to 2013 winter fashion.

 

 

Stay Warm, Be Stylish,

Juliette aka Vampire Maman

The Eyes of Fashion

The eyes of fashion are always upon us. They watch in judgment. Years from now they won’t remember or understand what drove us to do what we did

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In Appreciation of Rex the Dog – A Halloween Tail

Consider the dog…

Rex was a small dog of the largest order. He had the courage of a lion, the voice of an opera star and the heart of a lover.

Rex was a real son of a bitch too. He’d stare anyone down. Take on large dogs five times his size with gusto – always being the one to draw the most blood.

Rex’s owner took him everywhere. Rex went to business meetings, poker games, and all manner of business. Where his man went Rex followed tail in the air, head high, quick feet. Rex loved parties where ladies would come in big pretty skirts and scoop him up in their arms and hug him. They’d talk in high baby like voices to him that he liked a lot. It would get him all excited, so much in fact that he wanted to jump and bark. They’d throw him balls and kiss him when he returned.

Later they’d want to kiss his master as well, but it rarely went past a kiss. When it did Rex would stand guard at the door, just in case.

Rex watched for the watchers of the night. These were the people who smelled more like predators than most folks. They were always good to Rex – better than most, but Rex knew to watch. He’d watch them because according to the rules of the dog one has to watch one’s back for larger dogs. The predators weren’t larger but they were more dangerous. But like some of the big dogs, Rex loved them. He saw them protect his master from harm that his master couldn’t see. There were evil forces that only dogs and other predators can see. His master and most people were not predators.

“One can love without complete trust if one is being protected.” Or at least that is what Rex made himself believe.

Rex had been with his master since he was a teen. Now his master was 25. He was a successful man, about to be married, on the edge of greatness. But Rex knew it was time to go to where all good dogs go.

Nights grew colder and fall came. Rex had a hard time walking. He was 14 years old. Not a young dog anymore. Then one night he curled on the foot of his master’s bed and fell asleep forever.

The next night his master, still devastated by the loss of his small and noble companion heard a quiet knock on his door. It tapped out a rhythm not unlike a popular song at the time. He went to the door and there stood a beautiful girl. He knew her. He knew her father and well-respected family. She looked so lovely with her blonde bottle curls and paisley shawl around her milky white shoulders. She wore a ball gown of pink and cream. What was she doing there?

He told her she needed to leave, it wasn’t proper for a girl of her age, and standing,  to be out alone at a man’s house,  but she talked her way in. The man should have lived a long life and joined his faithful dog Rex in Heaven. Instead he discovered the girl, and the two friends who had come with her were predators – some of the very ones who had fed Rex treats and thrown him balls.

Rex’s Master, to this day says that night he went to Hell. Dragged down by rogue Vampires. Rex would have warned him, or at least he thought.

He has had many dogs since then, but he’ll always remember Rex, the dog with more charm and spunk than 100 dogs put together.

That has been a favorite story for the Vampire kids for a long time. For Rex went away and the next day was Halloween night, the night his master unwillingly became a Vampire. 

My kids have often sadly commented that we can’t turn our dogs into vampires so that they can be with us longer.

Note: A dog turned into a vampire would not be a Werewolf Dog. We all know that. Werewolves and their dogs are an entirely different matter. OMG can you imagine a Werewolf Mini Doxie? But back to the subject at hand…