Tales of Tomorrow

  Many years ago, while perusing one of my cool, older brother's British import music magazines, I came across a fashion spread influenced by the iconic 1968 film Barbarella.  I fell in love with the look, and filed 'retro space girl' as a costume I wanted to attempt someday. Campy, vintage sci-fi and B rated movies hold a special place in my heart.  Along with the lurid covers of trashy pulp fiction novels from the era, the female characters, while highly sexualized,  were often bold, brazen, ass kicking heroines.  This was really one of the few places that females were portrayed as anything other than a love interest or a damsel in distress.  
  Big hair, mod boots, and laser guns, f*ck yeah!

Outfit details:

Early 1960s silver dress: thrifted

underbust corset (modern): Ross

Laser Blaster: Ebay

Silver Steve Madden boots: thrifted and spray painted

Sputnik headband: made by me

Anne Francis in Forbidden Planet, 1955

Fashion designer Edith Head with her design 

for the Venusian Womens' Home Guard, 1953 

Moon bridal hat by Bettmann, 1956

Dyna Sputnik, 1958

1950s Air Vornado Advertisement

Worlds Within, 1950

Barbarella, 1968

Waking the Dead

  The blog posts have become a bit infrequent as of late.  I've been having what I lightly refer to as a major freaking life crisis! :)  I was enrolled in several online classes this semester so that I could apply for a nursing program, full time next fall. I had started this process after my eldest son was born, ten years ago.  I had loved the classes then, and it seemed like a practical, responsible decision.  In fact, even though my plans were put off for many years so that I could stay home and raise my babies, I always planned on pursuing nursing, and never bothered forming a plan B.   A couple of weeks into my classes,  I fell into a deep depression.  I loathed my classes, and couldn't fathom the idea that this was my future.  In fact, I started questioning everything in my life.  I realized how unhappy and unfulfilled I have felt, and how many of my decisions were based on the needs of other people and not the desires of my heart.  I dropped my classes and am doing some major soul searching to figure out my next course of action.  I started seeing a therapist, and have been journaling, and making long lists of things that I feel I need to explore.  I have literally been putting my life on hold for a decade.  It's time to be bold and maybe a little selfish.  We are only given one life and it's up to us what we make of it.  So here's to the death of settling, falling into old patterns, and not living up to our potential.

Outfit details:

1950s wool wiggle dress: estate sale

1950s black and red corset belt: Copper Alligator 

1940s black bird veil: antique store

black and white backseam thigh highs: Ebay

shoes: Poetic License

Ouija board brooch: Wacky Tuna Vintage

xox, Hannah