The other night my dear friends (and blog followers)Tookie and Jack, left two tickets for the Killer Heels Show in my mail basket.
Today my friend Vincie and I used them to see the Killer Heels show right here in Pittsburgh.
We had the best time.
Here’s a gallery of Killer Heels and A link to the show Killer Heels Frick Art Museum and opening night party sounded pretty wild and fun. The show is there until September 4th. Post-Gazette story about opening party
Did you ever watch Sex and the City?
Here is an old Post with Killer Heels tag after I saw the show in New York with my sister.
In this second post, I mentioned the Brooklyn Museum First Night December 2014 But I didn’t photograph any of the Killer Heels show then- maybe photography was not allowed?
Today I asked the guard if I could use my phone camera without flash and he said yes
The visitor center had a display case of Mrs. Frick’s shoes
Thanks Tookie and Jack. We enjoyed ourselves tremendously.
Killer Heels: The Art of the High-Heeled Shoe is organized by Lisa Small, Curator of Exhibitions, Brooklyn Museum”
Meet Claudia Hart- People at Work Series- Artists’ Consignment Shop OwnerWatermelon Onsesie (tie-dye) by artist Susan. (yes, I bought two!)
There it is, tucked in the middle with the green awning. 1905 Carson St., SouthSide.
My friend Joanne sent me red, white and blue birthday party napkins, cupcake papers, glow bracelets, tiny fairie lights, and some fun hand-dyed sock yarn– labeled You’re a Grand Old Flag. Self striping. You know how I’ve been into sock knitting this year.
My being born (is that proper English?)on the Fourth of July inspires her selections. You might remember the cupcake tree she sent one year? That post has the 1-2-3-4 Cake Recipe .
How about those Red white and blue chocolate covered Sunflower seeds? Where do you find this stuff?
I’m back in Ohio and the kids are coming over to celebrate Monday. We will put the items to good use.
Thanks J. It’s going to be a happy birthday party. Can’t wait to knit the socks. And wear them!
Now I’m in my sixties!
Do you have one of these in a drawer or a jewelry box somewhere? I hardly wear jewelry nowadays. These were popular when I was in 7, 8th grade- freshman in high school. (1966-67). Charm bracelet definition and history
Maybe you’re sporting one of those trendy cable types with the bead charms? Each one a carefully chosen gift by someone who knows you or a gift to self, to commemorate an interest, travel or person in your life.
Funny, I have a guitar and a grand piano on mine but am not skilled at either. I taught myself on a Sears guitar the summer of 1964 and could strum Michael, Row the Boat Ashore but a charm to signify guitar playing is funny. And I took piano lessons, unsuccessfully.
I’ve seen gold charm bracelets in antique stores for a lot of money. You wonder about the owner and the significance of the charms collected. And a full charm bracelets can make way too much annoying noise, jingling in the theatre.
Wednesday afternoon, I was out with a couple of friends and admired one’s bracelet with holiday charms, a charm a month bracelet. I told her about mine. She asked me if it still fit! Hmmmm, how much bigger is my wrist now? It has enough links so yes it still does fit but I didn’t know until I got home, dug it out and tried it on. Ha!
The one charm is a typewriter with a tiny carriage that moves back and forth. Fancied myself a writer?
I think I remember which friend gifted me the Forget-Me-Not. There’s an enameled disk from a 1965 field trip to the UN.
When I came home and found my old charm bracelet and went to photograph it, I mistakenly pulled out a crystal dish I thought would look good under it. The dish towel was a better solution. No reflection.
It’s silver and unpolished. I remember you could have the charms sodered on so they wouldn’t come off. If I were to add a charm for my interests today it would have to be a skein of yarn and knitting needles and places visited would fill it up and then some. Charms for my life now could be so different.
Photographing jewelry is tricky, I forgot.
One aspect I wasn’t really aware of or considering is this- “The wearing of charms may have begun as a form of amulet or talisman to ward off evil spirits or bad luck.”.
Of course…….lucky charms! Duh!
Feel free to send a photo of your charm bracelet or a write about a specific charm. Initial pins were the rage in the late sixties, too.
Plastic charm necklace from the 80’s blogpost you might remember.
People at Work Series.
Meet Mark Wagner. The sixth generation of Wagner Shoes.
I needed some replacements for my tired shoes so I went to family owned Wagner’s on Butler Street.
(My mother said to never skimp on shoes, mattresses or tires)
I posted a blog about Wagner Shoes since 1854 in Lawrenceville – October 2010
Thanks for sending this wonderful Wordless Wednesday photograph, Shannon.
Today was the Pittsburgh Marathon. Admiration was abundant.
Anyone who sets out to run 26.2 miles deserves admiration. Here are a few highlights.
Laura and Charles were visiting from Columbus and Steve accompanied us down the hill to the 20 mile marker spot.
I started to photograph a couple of men is some crazy wedding gowns, which from a distance made me think they were togas.
As I photographed them, it turns out one was my good friend’s son. He recognized me first.
Tony told me they were wearing the costumes, running for a charity fundraiser Project R.U.N., (Reaching Underserved Neighborhoods) getting kids running shoes if they need them, providing nutrition education and transportation to the marathon and free registrations and “promotes healthy and active lifestyles”
I was filled with admiration. Nice job, men!
Running in costumes for charity fundraiser. This just in IT is not too late to donate to Project R.U.N. here is the linkDonate to Project R.U.N. until May 31
Waiting for another “bride”
A spectator with her sign
Volunteers give numerous hours to make the Marathon a success. Some on bicycles, offering assistance to runners.
And the littlest cheering squad They cheered as every runner went by, bringing smiles to their exhausted faces
A Handknit Sock There’s a math to it. The cast on. Count the multiples of four. Last year it was hats and cowls. This year, socks. I want to try the fish lips kiss heel. It’s a simple thing. How a sock is knit. You start with yarn. Needles as slim as toothpicks. Terms like toe and gusset and cuff. My friend says, "it’s too much work." There’s a rhythm in the repetition. The making. Clockwise circles. Some throw, some pick. Row after row after row. In time you get length and warmth. There’s the calm you long for, around and around and around. Turn heel for a path to Zen. You think of those you love. The grandmother who taught you. The wet squeezed out, pairs hang to dry. Later fold their softness, admire the colors, ignore imperfections. Find comfort, hidden in shoes. My squishy hand knit socks.