The Jazz Age

Our beautiful Sorceress of the Cloth has done it again. What a beautiful post!

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Dahlings! Rene Rosso here, welcome to the Jazz Age!

Defined by writers, performers and artists of the time such as F. Scott Fitzgerald, Josephine Baker and Thomas Hart Benton, it was more than a Gatsby, Paris or New York moment. So let’s get the full string of beads from our glorious Art Director, Rebecca Budd.

Thank you, Rene! We know the Flapper dress was the cat’s meow and the Charleston was the hoofer’s delight. Still, we should acknowledge that Vionnet and Chanel were the first designers to get rid of the corset, defining the silhouette of the era. Palazzo pants made their debut, and the cloche hat was the keenest.

Here to show you what gowns were all about are the Art Gowns Models! First out on the catwalk is Gigi. Gigi wears a hand painted silk georgette dress, with asymmetric tiers, accentuated by hand rolled satin rattail. 

AGM Marina…

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Tinsel

Quadrille Monday for dVerse and I’m actually posting on the same day?  Will wonders never cease.  It must be because we had to use the word Tinsel…

 

 

Silent Night plays while
tears stream down her face
like tinsel cascading from the branches
of a Christmas tree

 

Where the silver strands hang on
hers roll off her chin
disappearing into her shirt
over her heart

 

It is but her yearly ritual
Remembering

 

 

 

 

OtherWorld Redux

Our beautiful Resa has done it again! Here is the next episode (I say next because I don’t want her to ever stop)

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Princess Blue Holly’s Tangle-Heart guided her to a back window accessing OtherWorld’s tower.

Peering out the only window facing onto OtherWorld, PBH could see DracGoth with Evilomlap Etagloc. DracGoth must have helped Evilomlap escape his imprisonment in a picture frame! Using super hearing, she eavesdropped.

EE – Hissss – This OtherWorld you made is a bit creepy, Drac. Hiss, cough, cough! It’s so dim and dank.

DG – I disagree, Evil. I find it very pleasant down here. I can’t stand all the light and colours up in the real world. That’s why I need SheyGoth to move down here.

EE – Why can’t you just be happy with the effigy of SheyGoth I made you? Hack, cough, hiss!

DG – We used it to crash the Art Gowns fashion show, and suck the colour out of the real world, but all she does here is sit on her throne…

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Fun Stuff

She’d been walking for hours.  It was time to stop and put her feet up and relax. It was Sunday after all!  Oh wait.  Look at those glasses calling her inside.  Wine. Yes, a glass of wine would definitely start her off on the right track.  She went to the door and pulled the handle.  Damn. Closed.  Sigh. She walked to her car, drove home and poured herself a glass.  Would have been nice to have been served… but this will do!

I’ve been working on a post going nowhere, so I left that and caught up on my inbox.  There was Robin’s post, inspired by Karen’s post.  Things don’t always have to be serious, do they?

 

 

Beware

Pam asked me to use my photo for an eventual post. So glad I said yes. This is so much fun.  Do please go visit Pam’s blog and let her know how wonderful her poem is!

 

Butterfly Sand

The witching night,

Will soon be here,

When the wise ones,

Know to fear.

The moon is full,

And the spirits walk,

Doing mischief,

They will not balk.

Near at hand,

Too close to breathe,

Evil spirits,

Begin to seethe.

Stay inside,

Your doors locked tight.

Draperies drawn,

Against the night.

Just in time,

The dawn will rise,

And all is safe,

Before our eyes.

But please remember,

In one year’s time,

On the witching night,

The ghosts will rhyme

The photograph of the moon that I used was with the permission of Dale over at adelectablelife.com. She has quite an interesting blog if you want to check it out. I would recommend it. The witch just popped on by.

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I Love You, I Don’t Love You, I Don’t Know

The title may make me look confused, but I assure you, I am not. Not really.  You, my faithful peeps, know that I am not really one to bitch and moan too often.  (My sisters, you are not allowed to say a word!)  I rarely rant, even.  Rarely.

However.  Today, I shall let fly some words.  I know most of you are Bots so I’m frankly talking out of my arse, here.  Still. Let me just get it off my chest.  Those “likes” you bestow on my last twenty posts and then follow me?  That all arrive at the same time?  There ain’t no way in hell you read a single word.  All I know is my inbox and notification panel get filled up.  Which means the legit comments can get lost in the shuffle.  Which is something that grieves me. Tremendously.

And, I know it can be fun to get lost into an exchange between two peeps or more in the comment section.  You can’t help but be that proverbial fly on the wall… And that’s cool. Coz it’s a blog. Which means it’s out there for all and sundry to read and comment. It’s kinda the point, really.  I’ve done it myself.  Even ended up participating in said comments. And, again, all cool.

However, (yes, another ‘however’) when you start ‘liking’ each and every comment, having never even left a hello yourself?  All you’re doing is filing up my inbox and my notification panel!  See above note.  Never mind. I’ll repeat. It grieves me. Big time.

So, while I absolutely love exchanges – long, short, in-between, you, the fly just buzzing around, totes eavesdropping and not participating?  Can you do it without liking every single one?

Rant over.

And, since I wasn’t able to post this last night because I was too busy taking pics of the Harvest Moon and then playing with the images and then seeing it was getting late… here are a few that I really like.

A Carnival of Colour

The lovely Resa is at it again!
You must follow along the latest AGM’s adventure!

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Welcome, welcome all, to A Carnival of Color! I’m Rene Rosso 🌹, and I present to you the most colour you will ever see on any catwalk, anywhere.

All hail our dahling Art Director Rebecca Budd! Wearing bias cut faux tartan print palazzo pants, with coordinated accessories, she has earned the feathers in her hat directing “A Carnival of Colour’!

“I’m honored to be here, & what a great day for us all! Colour is a critical component of our lives, and I am thrilled to present all the AGMs resplendent in their favourite colours from the crayon carousel!”

“First out on the runway is AGM Holly! Holly wears a feathery gown in milky hues of magenta, yellow, green and teal.”

SUDDENLY …. black and white flashes engulfed the venue. As AGM Holly exited the stage, her gown turned black, white and grey.

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A Tangle of Scribbles

An outstanding job from our Sorceress of the Pen and Gown

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🌹Dahlings, welcome to “A Tangle of Scribbles”!  Rene Rosso here presenting Art Gowns’ third Tangle Tribute to Tim from Off Center Not Even, for his gift of pencils & other art supplies for One-Eye.

 I now hand over the mike to our Art Director Rebecca Budd. Rebecca has single-handedly brought back the fad of Palazzo Pants, aka, “the gown of trousers”.

Good evening! During the great pencil drought of 2021, One-Eye had no other course but to do a line of Art Gowns scribbled in black, blue and red ballpoint pen. It’s an exciting collection, so let’s check out the catwalk.

AGM Marina had the first fitting. Being the artistic type, she chose this wild “Why do I have to draw ballpoint scribble gowns?” venting style.

Although AGM Shey lost weight from all the DracGoth 3 am visits , it was good news during fittings. She was the…

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Weekend Writing Prompt #208 – Solitudinarian

Happy Mother’s Day to all the mom bloggers out there celebrating.  You Brits have already done so in March!

A word prompt to get your creativity flowing this weekend.  How you use the prompt is up to you.  Write a piece of flash fiction, a poem, a chapter for your novel…anything you like.  Or take the challenge below – there are no prizes – it’s not a competition but rather a fun writing exercise.  If you want to share what you come up with, please leave a link to it in the comments.  Boy, did Sammi ever go digging for this one!  Heck, WP doesn’t even recognise the word!

wk 208 solitudinarian

May 12, 1996, Mother’s Day.

Baby is due June 21.  “Sorry, you’re not a mother – yet!” was jokingly said.

May 25, 1996, son is born.

A joyous day that is filled with fear

All is not well with his heart and he succumbs

January 17, 1997, son dies.

May 11, 1997, Mother’s Day.

Still not a mother.

I feel like a solitudinarian ~ not physically ~ I am surrounded by loved ones

but in my heart. I might as well be elsewhere, alone

 

March 31, 1998, son is born

May 10, 1998, Mother’s Day

There is no denying this time.

I am still a mother.

My kids and me

 

 

A Word For Wednesday

I knew I could count on Marc to say beautiful words.

Be Sorry . . . Less

The dog is a gentleman; I hope to go to his heaven, not mans
-Mark Twain

I told Dale I would post today’s entry because I just do not want to let Wednesday go wordless. Not this Wednesday.

Zeke passed into the mystic on Tuesday afternoon. And as with any brilliant light, the end came much too soon. Because it is always too soon to say goodbye to such a cherished companion. She referred to him as a beautiful beast yesterday and a more fitting description you will not find. He lived a wonderful life as evidenced by this montage pieced together by the love of his life.

Good night, sweet prince.

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