Mirror...mirror...on the wall.

I stumbled upon two rather fortunate mirrors as of late.  The first of which I will feature here today.  It was probably made in the late 60's to the early 70's from from a weird and somewhat miraculous substance called Syroco - a mysterious wood/plastic blend. Hmm...  I contemplated painting it but decided that I like it's worn gold sheen just fine.  It also casts a pretty dramatic shadow.

White Whimsy

Last Tuesday I ventured to the Distillery District to join a group of around 400 other diners dressed in white for Toronto's first Diner En Blanc - a flash-mob picnic of sorts.  We received a text message informing us of the secret location an hour before the meeting time, loaded our picnic baskets with delights and furnishings for our table and set out to dine al fresco with a group of strangers.  It was a lovely evening.   La plume de ma tante was able to lend a few items to the occasion.  I was very proud of how the table and the food turned out. Seems the Toronto Star agreed.

Ex Libris

la plume de ma tante's vintage spread is on display for the month of September at the Spadina Road Library in Toronto.  Many Thanks so Mariella for bringing me in for a wee stay.  Come by and visit.

Summer Scavenge

I've been lucky enough to run the roads a little this summer.  A couple of weekends ago I traveled to Port Elgin Ontario to visit with my dear friends Tom and Ali at Tom's childhood family cottage.  I was treated to numerous lake Huron swims, a canoe ride at sunset, the Keady Market, family feasts and a country road garage sale.  Above is a photograph taken by Ali on our way home from the sale (it wasn't much of a sale as everything had turned to "free" by the time we got there).  Ali suggested it might be nice to see me in action as I hunt down the trinkets and wares I collect and photograph.  I ended up taking away this lovely little serving bowl which we then filled with dark pickled beets for dinner.   

La Belle Epoque

This entry comes to us direct from the muddy banks of Granville Ferry, NS. (photography courtesy of my mom and dad)  On a recent trip to Ontario, my mother was able to collect her late sister Wendy's carefully preserved antique wedding dress.  Upon returning home, she put it on her Judy and sent me a few of the photographs as she knew I'd appreciate the detail.  My aunt had purchased the dress at a vintage shop in Toronto in the early 80's.  It is Edwardian and is all hand done - the lace to the overcasting.  Pretty remarkable really.  Directly above is a family photo from the wedding, circa 1983. You can see how delightful it was on my aunt, she reminds me of a Gibson Girl.  My mother is on the left, pregnant with my brother,  in a dress she made for herself.   I'm the wee lass in the front in my lavender smock dress.     

treat me with kid gloves...

I've been off for a month - recovering and reevaluating. I'm hoping to be more present over the next few months.  There are many summer antique and Goodwill jaunts to be had.  I thought these kid gloves that have traveled with me near and far since high school would act as a nice segue back into blog land.  I've missed it.

bloomers blooming

Wouldn't ya like to wear these in the summer?  A new/old age equivalent to the sundress?

travelin' case

I ventured to the Wychwood Barns vintage market yesterday afternoon and accumulated a few lovely little treasures - this amazing old leather traveling case in mint condition with decal and keys to fit.  Also copious amounts of lace and ribbon on offer so I thought I'd show you some of the other little gems I picked up in a grab bag.

My Bookhouse

Growing up we had a full collection of these My Bookhouse children's story books.  My mom and her sisters and brother grew up with them and they have been transferred down to all the cousins at various points over the past 20 years.  I think the collections lives in Ottawa now.   I stumbled upon Number 5 "From The Tower Window" in my ramblings and thought I'd pick it up for old time's sake.  This particular edition is  copywritten 1921.  I had forgotten how stunning the illustrations are. 

Explosion in a Paint Factory II

Growing up, I remember my mom had a dress that my grandfather had dubbed "The Explosion in a Paint Factory".  I think she made it for a wedding in the 70's and it was tailored to fit her perfectly.  For years it lived in our old dress-up trunk.  I loved the intricacies of the design of the fabric - terrific bold colours with gold and sliver threads woven in.  I remember sliding it on over my clothes, holding it up as I carried on (I think I usually transformed into a princess).  My sister is almost ten years younger than I am and despite being a rather feisty tomboy as a child, got it in her head that she had to be Glinda The Good Witch for Halloween (we were all seriously obsessed with The Wizard of Oz).  This is when "The Explosion in a Paint Factory" was quickly and cleverly remodeled by my mom - sliced and sewn into a magical gown for a three year old - wand and all.  This has always remained a fond memory for me.  A couple of years ago when I was on contract in Halifax,  I stumbled upon this little number in a North End vintage shop.  It instantly brought me back to my childhood and that whimsical dress.  I had to have it and have now dubbed it "The Explosion in a Paint Factory II"

Spring has Sprung...in my kitchen at least.

One of the things that gets me through these dreary days filled with what seems like an unbearable abundance of sleet, snow and taxes is that it somehow feels like it's spring in my kitchen.  I picked up this lovely pale pink dress the other day.  It fits like a glove and I can't wait to wear it when it's not just spring in my kitchen....but spring everywhere.

Peace Bell...

We had a lovely lunch yesterday with my brother and his lady who are just back from a six week jaunt in South America.  They said that everywhere they ventured there were amazing little antique and trinket shops lining the landscape.  Seeing many things that they thought might peak my curiosity, they settled on this lovely little bell from La Paz, Bolivia.  I love how weathered it is and the intricate detailing allover.  It also has a great little ring to it.

workshop weakness....

I've been madly puttering away at things over the past few days, my workshop/livingroom might look like this...

but...

 I've managed to finally open my Etsy shop, la plume de ma tante, of course.  I'll be listing my designs and vintage wares slowly but surely over the next few weeks.  It seems that my necklaces have been moved to the front burner over the last bit but rest assured I'll also be paying some keen attention to some other delightful vintage finds.

Lace and ribbons...the key to my curiosity

 I've been busy working away at these.  Thought I'd put up a few more examples.

bold black lace.....

wildflower vintage wide lace bracelet...

here's what it looks like on with my new denim skirt...

burnt rose detailed cord......

fiery red cotton lace....

Look what the cat dragged in....

My collection of antique skeleton keys.  Soon I will string them with ribbons and make necklaces.  They are so intricate and beautiful.