This past week, we lost one of the most talented stars to ever grace the big screen, Shirley Temple. In school we discussed the definition of “celebrity.” It used to be that being a celebrity meant you were notorious for being talented. These days being a celebrity is defined as just being notorious, and most often than not for something negative rather than positive. Shirley’s contribution? Entertaining generations of people. I say people and not just children because I’m pretty sure that I love her just as much if not more as an adult than I did when I was a child.
Perhaps your thinking to yourself, how is this an ode to Shirley? Umm hellooo! Vintage. Roaring twenties! I like to think the roaring twenties really gave birth to the free spirits of the world. The free spirits who encouraged smiles, laughter, polka dot dresses and animal crackers in our soup.
Shirley lived her life with grace and dignity. Which is not that surprising coming from a little gal who used to sing about animal crackers in her soup. Perhaps Miley should have sang more about animal crackers and could have saved us from the twerking epidemic which I truly believe led to the horrific version of “Achy Breaky Heart Part 2.” Ewww. She never had a scandal, and she led her life to do great things without ever having to enter rehab! Shocker.
Growing up one of the biggest treats was being allowed to play with my Grandma’s porcelain dolls. She had the best collection and then one day she got two Shirley dolls. At first we weren’t allowed to play with them and then one day miraculously my sister and I somehow gained that privilege. We were told we could play with her as long as we didn’t mess up her hair (it was perfectly pinned and netted) or change her clothes. All was well until one day my Grandma’s best friends grand-daughter came over. Insert the “dun dun dun” here. Chanel did not get the disclaimer of playing with Shirley because first thing she did was TAKE OFF HER HAIR NET! The nerve! Not only did she jeopardize my Shirley privileges but till this day I’m not really allowed to touch any collectibles that aren’t perfectly preserved in a box. I never wanted to invite her to a play date, ever again. And sadly, those Shirley curls have never been the same.
I’m disappointed in the media for not talking about this story more in detail. Where’s the E True Hollywood Special? Where was the AMC movie marathon? Does the world really only care about what stupid new antic Justin Bieber is up to? Well Shirley Temple, I care. And I really and truly thank you for giving not just me, but the world and generations something to smile and laugh about. The entertainment in which you provided us was rare. It was something that my Great Grandparents, my grandparents, my parents and hopefully someday my kids love to watch. Thanks for the memories Shirley.
Glasses and Shoes: Chloe
Pearl Earrings: Tarina Tarantino
Shorts: Free People
Top: Forever 21
Bag: Marc Jacobs
We’ll miss you Shirley.
Truth be told this lovely vintage esque bib is attached to my Haute Hippie dress. But I’m obsessed with statement pieces. Not only do they make me feel good about life (always get compliments wherever I go.) But I really feel as though they really do make a statement to the world just how I’m feeling at the moment. Wearing this today I was not so simply stating I’m in a retro mood, and ready to go vintage shopping.
For some strange reason, I have recently become obsessed with chunky, sparkly, vintage looking floral jewelry pieces. Ok, now when I stop and think about it, perhaps it’s not so strange at all. After all, I am a self proclaimed girly girl, and I think that it is my own way of rebelling against fall a season traditionally associated with leaves falling and most of mother nature decaying and ready to brace itself for the cold, and dreary winter season.
Don’t get me wrong, I love fall just as much as the next pumpkin spice/ peppermint mocha/ scarf wearing/ boot obsessed individual, but I am now starting to embrace fall with a new attitude, no thanks to my floral obsession.
While perhaps pastels are more suitable for spring according to fashion laws, laws are sometimes meant to be broken. Yes, I am a fan of winter white, and I don’t care what anybody else says about the belief that it should not be worn after Labor Day. Think about it, how lovely it is it to see soft shades of rose and gold amongst sepia tones?
And the best thing about floral jewelry in the fall, is that it’s usually on clearance because it’s considered “out of season.” My obsession has been satisfied recently browsing through the Forever 21 jewelry collection, which doesn’t go on clearance because it’s so cheap to begin with. But I’ve started pairing pieces with some statement jewelry pieces that have been a member of my jewelry collection for years, such as this gorgeous Betsey Johnson gem I got for myself as a Christmas gift years ago. I guess you could say it’s vintage.
Girly-ness knows know season, just how to be fabulous.