Saturday, April 15, 2017

Spring and Vintage Go Together Like.....



On an overcast Sunday last weekend I boarded the Greyhound for my annual pilgrimage to Gadsden's Vintage Clothing Show held at Wychwood Barns (above photo) in Toronto every Spring and Fall.  The venue is a century old streetcar repair barn that has been transformed into a community arts hub with spaces live/work studios, not-for-profit organizations, and an event venue, where the Vintage Show takes place.

I was really happy with my outfit - It was very comfortable, and I felt put-together but still casual and funky - basically a quintessentially "Me" outfit.   The jacket is super soft vintage suede, made in New Zealand, that I found at Talize the day before; the pants are from From Mars, as are my Fly London shoes.

close up view of my Texas-themed necklace purchased at the Toronto Vintage Clothing Show a few years ago, and my silver sombrero earrings from The Sentimentalist.

As it was the Spring show, I was looking for lots of colour - bright, bold patterns and solids. The majority of the vendors did not disappoint.  Clockwise from left:  fabulous Kritzia print dress at Nouveau Riche Vintage purple and pink Miss Peg Palmer dress from Retrouver.biz;  statement jewellery from vendor from Montreal, who said he has no store and no website.

These blindingly bright pieces are from the Karen Jeffery Collection.   I was particularly drawn to the Marimekko tunic on the left.

J and J Antiques had a display of lovely pastel and floral print dresses, as well as colourful vintage textiles and linens, and some unique items like the rare carry-case for 78 rpm records in the bottom right photo.

Even though this wool poncho is more autumn than spring,  I loved the colour combination, and the fact that it belonged to the seller who wore it in the 1970's.  I thought I had picked up one of the seller's cards so I could mention the name of her store, but alas, it disappeared between the show and home.  If anyone knows what booth this was, please comment or email me.

I seemed to be drawn to all the orange at this show - here is another bold, cozy piece that could be layered over a t-shirt and jeans on a chilly night from What'll I Wear .

This spectacular hand-embroidered dress is from the early 19th century and was most likely made for a special ceremony.  It was available at Gadabout Vintage, which has an excellent collection of embroidered textiles.

Anther beautiful piece from Gadabout; the cuff and back detail is exquisite

Phoenix Vintage was packed with fabulous stuff. The owner, Madge Golleran, is in the photo above on the right, and the woman on the left was assisting her.  I first noticed the glorious dress that is on the rack between them - it has lacing down the entire left side of the dress.  Alas, it was too small for me, or else I would have tried it on.

The woman in the collage above is wearing a ballerina print cotton dress that reverses to become a solid yellow dress.  Above right is a Thierry Mugler jacket with beautiful corset detailing, and the fabric on the bottom right is a stunning, heavy cape.  All items from Phoenix Vintage.

These adorable gingham bra tops from Norma's Vintage Styling and Costumes would look great with a pair of high-waisted, wide-leg pants

I found what would be THE perfect prom dress for the right girl at Retrouver.biz.  The form-fitting, ribbon-embroidered evening dress had fabulous fluttery, pleated, chiffon scarves that flowed from each shoulder and it was priced at just over $100.  Why anyone would pay two or three times that amount for a mass-produced, cheaply made polyester dress when you could have something like this is beyond my comprehension.

You can always find a treasure trove of unique accessories at the show.  The lucite bags in the top photo are from McCool's, and the ones on the bottom were at a booth with no name, run by a woman who didn't have a card.

I picked up this lovely, made in Japan, beaded bag from Maple Glen Antiques.  It's a slightly darker shade of green than shown in the photo.

Yank Azman and his wife Pulver had an impressive selection of vintage compacts at their booth


As much as I enjoy looking at the stuff, one of the main reasons I go to the show is to see and talk to the people.  There are usually a number of vendors and shoppers who dress to the nines, and even though this show was rather sparsely attended, I managed to find a few worthy subjects.


 I saw several redheads at the show, and this one had the perfect outfit, right down to the accessories. 

I spied this young woman in pink several times but wasn't able to get a shot of her from the front

 I ran into another redhead - my friend and fellow Londoner, Linda - at the show, and she took the photos of me at the beginning of this post.

One of the vendors, Andrew Zegers, is known for his fantastic shoes.  The Prada shoes he was wearing for this show did not disappoint. 

I've attended this particular show enough times that I am familiar with many of the vendors and the show provides an excellent opportunity to catch up.

I look forward to seeing Samantha Howard, who brings the most stunning pieces of mid-century Canadian and Scandinavian jewellery to the show.

Instagram has proved to be an excellent way to connect with like-minded folks in the vintage community, and I had been following @retrouverbiz for quite a while, so it was a treat to meet the people behind the page.  Wendy, on the right, is the shop owner,  and Sherry, on the left, does the Instagram, and I forced (perhaps badgered is the right word) them to pose for a photo with me.

I worry about the future of smaller vintage shows like these.  Sunday's show seemed to have fewer people there to shop than I had seen previous years and as it was a nice day, the weather didn't seem to be a factor.  Is the audience for high end vintage clothing and accessories getting smaller, or are the prices driving away the younger shoppers who want to find something for $20?  Feel free to share your thoughts in the comments.

Tuesday, March 28, 2017

Rollin', Rollin', Rollin' on the Flat Track

I've been a fan of women's Roller Derby since I first saw London's Forest City Derby Girls play a match about 7 years ago.  I used to go to almost every home game, but I hadn't been to one in a while, so when The Timber Rollers had a game last Saturday night, I put on my red and black and headed to the Western Fair Progress Building to watch.   The Timber Rollers are one of three teams within the Forest City Derby League, and it happens to be the team that my bestie, Heather plays for.

In April 2011, I was getting ready to move into a new apartment.  I had only known Heather a short time, but she generously offered to help me move stuff in her car, and to thank her, I took her to a Roller Derby game.  She was familiar with Derby, but hadn't seen a match played live.  She was riveted, and right then and there she knew she wanted to play.  After the game she signed up for a "Fresh Meat" Training night.  The rest, as "they" say, is history.  From a kid with asthma, who wasn't able to participate in sports, to one of the strongest members of the team, the transformation has been incredible to watch, and I'm so proud of her.

That would be Heather, aka #42 Torque, on the left, exhausted and sweaty after the match, and yours truly, in my version of the team colours.

 

Roller Derby 101

If you've never seen a roller derby match, here are the basics:

A team consists of 5 players - 4 blockers and one jammer, who is the only player who can score points.  The jammers from the two teams line up next to each other on the jammer line, while the blockers from both teams position themselves in a "pack" in front of them.  When the whistle blows the two jammers fight their way through the other team's pack.  The first jammer to get through the pack is the lead jammer.  The jammers then circle the track and score one point for each member of the opposite team that they pass.  Each "jam" lasts for two minutes, or until the lead jammer calls it off.  Jammers need speed, stamina and strength, and must be able to negotiate turns and be knocked off balance without skating out of bounds.  Blockers need strength and strategy, and must always know where the other team's jammer is at all times, as it is their job to keep them from scoring points.

In the photo above, one of the jammers for the other team, the Frenemies (wearing black), identified by the star on her helmet, is trying to break through the Timber Rollers pack (in red and black).

Being small and fast are assets to a jammer, and Drop Dead Alice, wearing red and black, is small but mighty, and is able to push her way through the pack to score points.

Heather is known for her strength, stamina and solid skating skills on the track.  In the photo above, she has broken through the pack and is skating around the track to come up behind the pack again.

When she's not jamming, Heather often acts as a blocker.  In the photo above, she works with fellow Timber Roller, Lady T (in the plaid skirt), to block the opposing team's jammer.

The Frenemies' jammer (in the green sparkly shorts) has pushed through the pack and is racing around the track.   She jumped out of the pack and I was surprised I was able to catch a shot of her in focus.

Derby is not for the faint of heart.  Players frequently get knocked down, and sometimes seriously injured.  Players have received concussions, even while wearing helmets, and have broken collarbones, ankles, etc.  Heather had her nose broken last year and now wears a helmet with a visor.

Derby is not all sweat and pain.  Being part of a team and supporting each other on the track forges a bond between players leading to friendships, and occasionally romantic relationships off the track.  At Saturday's game there was a marriage proposal from one player to another.

Roller derby is an inclusive sport - women of all ages, shapes, sizes, races and sexual orientation are welcome.   Many of the players have tattoos and piercings - the inked legs above belong to #17,  Low Key.

From the silly and/or witty derby names of the players, to the undeniable appeal of watching badass women in booty shorts knocking each other down, Roller Derby is very entertaining to watch, and draws fans of all ages.  Many parents bring their kids to the games, and it is so cute to watch little girls ask the players for a photo or an autograph. 

Does your city have a Roller Derby league?  If so, check out one of their home games - you may find a new favourite sport, and leagues are always looking for new players.   If you're interested in joining the Forest City Derby Girls, you can contact them at info@forestcityderbygirls.com

Sunday, March 19, 2017

No Green Beer, Just Sleeping Ferrets, Lizards and Rat Kisses


 *Warning: readers with a phobia of snakes should just scroll to the end of this post, unless you are freaked out by rats too, and in that case,  just look at the middle*


While there is some Irish in my family background, I don't celebrate St. Patrick's Day, never have.  I'm not certain when this happened, but it seems to have become a National Holiday for University students everywhere.  They skip classes and start drinking at the crack of dawn, and by nightfall, the streets are littered with noisy, sozzled, green-clad 20-somethings.

To avoid witnessing all that, after work on Friday I decided to head to the Western Fair District, where Little Ray's Reptile Zoo, Animal Ambassadors, and Little Tracks Petting Zoo joined forces to present "Diversity of Living Things" during March Break.  I thought that if I went over the dinner hour it wouldn't be as crowded with parents and their kids - after all, I was going so I could pet "all the things" and when you're a woman of a certain age, you don't want competition from some adorable little tyke when you're waiting in line to pet a lizard.   Upon arriving, I saw that I was the only adult there without a child in tow, which meant I spent a lot of time chatting to the volunteers who were very accomodating to my many requests  of "can I touch that??".

I wasn't a big fan of reptiles (snakes, lizards, etc.) when I was a kid, but as an adult, I conquered my fear of snakes after being able to touch them in controlled environments, and have become quite fond of them.  (I borrowed a small boa constrictor for a burlesque routine when I was in my 30's - remind me to tell you about that some time).  There were several snakes, lizards, a scorpion,  a Pixie Frog (which looked like a large wet green pancake with eyes) , as well as chickens, goats, bunnies, llamas, etc. 

Just look at this sleeping beauty!  He (or she) is a Savannah Monitor lizard, native to Africa, and the smaller cousin of the Komodo Dragon.  They are around 40 - 50 inches in length.

I am fascinated by the intricate patterns and colours of reptile scales

These are the scales of a Carpet Python, a native of Australia that can range in size from 5' - 16'

This handsome guy is a California Kingsnake, native the the West Coast of North America

I asked one of the volunteers from Little Ray's Reptile Zoo if I could touch one of the pythons, so after a bit of a tussle (the snake was not keen on leaving his enclosure), they brought this one out for me.  For those of you who think snakes feel slimy, let me tell you they most certainly don't.  They are cool to the touch and their skins feels almost like plastic.  There's no doubt that they are very much alive, as you can feel the powerful muscle that is their body underneath their skin.

A volunteer was carrying this Nigerian Uromastyx around and when I got out my camera to get a shot, he was ready to show off his posing skills. 

He had the coolest spiked tail - a subtle reminder of their dinosaur ancestors

Every 15 minutes there was a live show for the kids that featured some of Little Ray's reptiles, or some impressive birds of prey.  I missed the Birds of Prey presentation, but watched one of Little Ray's staff talk about tarantulas (he is holding one in his left hand).

Having had my reptile fix, I headed for the cuddlier critters...


Like this guy, a four year old Red Kangaroo.  He was in a large, fenced area in the middle of the floor with a few tortoises (to keep him company, I guess...).  I was disappointed that the volunteer who was in his enclosure didn't provide us with any information about him, and looked bored as she tried to interest the kangaroo in what I assumed was a bit of food, which he politely ignored.  I imagine it had been a long day and being surrounded by kids for hours can be draining for anyone, but it would have been nice to see some engagement and learn something about this little guy.  I wanted to yell out, "for heaven's sake, you are hanging out with a kangaroo - show a little enthusiasm!"

The kangaroo didn't seem to be stressed or nervous, and came close to the wooden fence so we could get a closer look at him.  As part of a touring animal exhibit, I'm sure he's become used to this sort of thing, and while I have mixed feelings about petting zoos, and zoos in general, this is quite likely the only chance that most of us who were there are going to get to see a live kangaroo. 


The tortoises that were in with the kangaroo

This goat from Little Track's Petting Zoo was enjoying a scritch from an accomodating bystander

I was fascinated by this bad-ass chicken with the toe floofs.  It's a Silkie, a breed known for its unusual fluffy plumage and their gentle, friendly personality.  I was making soft "buck buck" sounds (I am the kind of person who talks to chickens) which captured its attention.

More Silkies, in different colours

A shout-out to this lovely volunteer who was friendly and informative, and endlessly patient with the adults and children who crowded around her while she held a sleeping ferret.

The little guy had been petted into a stupor, and stayed sound asleep while multiple strangers stroked his soft fur.


There was a pen containing about a dozen adult rats, and as it was pretty quiet I asked the volunteer who had been holding the ferret if I could pet some of the rats.  I told her I previously had some as pets, and missed them very much.  She brought out the girl in the photo above, who was pregnant, and you could feel the little baby bumps in her belly.

I spent a lot of time at the rat display, talking to the volunteer and sharing stories about Ginger and Ruby. and she graciously allowed me to hold one of them (touching and petting was fine, holding was not permitted).  As you might be able to tell from my blissful expression, this was my favourite moment of the night. As much as I love my cat, there is nothing like whisker tickles and ratty kisses.  I wish I would have got the name of the volunteer who made this happen, and was kind enough to take a photo for me.  It was a good thing I saved the rat display for last, as I was pretty teary afterwards.  If you happen to see this, thank you so much.

I felt a bit guilty after showing sharing my affections with unfamiliar critters so I made sure to give extra attention to this guy when I got home, shown here with his current favourite toy, a piece of velvet ribbon.