Wednesday, August 27, 2014

Vintage Patterns, Fabric and Thread! Oh My!

Back in the day when women couldn't find exactly what they wanted fashion wise or just flat out could not afford their champagne taste on a beer budget, they sewed. There were wonderful fabrics out there just waiting to be scooped up and turned into Pucciesque dresses and gowns. Women also made drapes, covers for their couches, dresses for their daughters, suits for their sons and even clothing for their husbands or boyfriends. While there are definitely women that sew in these times quite often it's difficult to make the time to do so and many women opt to have something made utilizing vintage patterns to get exactly what they want.

So regardless of whether it was back in the day or now, vintage patterns offer you the look you want now but can't always find ready made. So whether you are a home seamstress or have a shop of your own making custom clothing don't forget to check out the great vintage pattern selection at Mod Marys Vintage

Vintage 1940s Laura Wheeler Designs Filet Crochet Apron Pattern 696 Pansies


Vintage 1950s McCalls Pattern 9454 Misses Dress Shirt Pattern Size 16 B34 W28 with Mongram Transfer


Vintage 1950s Simplicity Pattern 1149 Childs One Piece Dress and Jacket Size 1 B20 W19 1/2


Vintage 1970s McCalls Pattern 4704 Mens Shirt Wardrobe for Stretch Knits Only Size Small Chest 34-36 Neck 14-14 1/2 Waist 28-30

Sunday, January 19, 2014

Are you ready for some excitement?

It was perfect. The cut of the dress was demure enough to pass muster with her parents but the figure hugging style was daring enough to turn up the heat under her slow moving boyfriend. They'd been going steady for 3 years now and she was looking for a commitment sooner rather than later. After all, at age 21 life was passing her by and she was ready for some excitement.

She looked one last time in the mirror making sure her lacy slip, garters and nylons were unable to be detected and wondered whether he'd even notice how sexy she looked. With a sigh she put on her coat and picked up her purse. Shortly thereafter she heard a knock at the door and her father saying, "She should be down in just a minute. Diana, Bob is here."

Ever the gentleman, Bob opened the door for Diana and then they took off. They spoke of the everyday mundane things they always talked about. Diana wondered if Bob would ever realize how much she loved him. It seemed the ride to the movie theatre was taking forever tonight. When Bob passed the theatre without a backward glance Diana wondered what was going on. The movies and a quick bite to eat at the diner afterwards had been their Saturday night date for three years running.

Bob kept driving, wondering when Diana was going to ask where they were going. Half an hour later they crossed the
Dingmans Ferry Bridge and headed down Route 209. Now Diana was really wondering what was up. It was dark with the Delaware River to the right side of the road and nothing but forest on the left side. Diana was starting to get scared. Bob was so quiet you could hear the beat of his and Diana's hearts.

After 30 minutes of travel on Route 209 they reached the little town of
Milford. Diana started to ask Bob where they were going but he put his finger to his lips as if to say "just wait, be patient" and Diana complied. Bob stopped the car and he opened Diana's door and brought her to the front door of a home. Just prior to ringing the bell Bob said, "We've done the same thing every Saturday night for three years. I think it's time we took the next step in our relationship." All Diana could think was that Bob had lost his mind.

Bob rang the bell and a man answered the door. "Come right in!" the man exclaimed. "You're right on time." Sheepishly Bob then said to Diana, "It's time to take the final step Diana. I got my selective service notice last week and I have to report toFort Dix in a week. I'd rather leave a wife behind than a girlfriend. Are you ready for a little excitement?"

With that Bob got down on one knee and placed an engagement ring on Diana's hand and showed her the matching wedding rings he had so carefully picked out. Diana was floored. It was true that they had been seeing each other for a long time and she had wished for some excitement but never in her wildest dreams had she imagined Bob was a romantic under that steady solid exterior.

Throwing chance to the wind Diana wed her Bob that night in a whirlwind
justice of the peace service. The newlyweds spent the next several days and nights at Babbling Brook Cottages in Dingmans Ferry. After several days they headed back over the Dingmans Ferry bridge to face the music. Like the good kids they were they had called their parents to let them know they were okay but no more.

Just outside her parent's home Diana looked at her new husband and thought, "I wonder if Mom and Dad are ready for some excitement?"

Wednesday, October 09, 2013

Life goes on......


Working steadily she had managed to clear 4 closets of their assorted junk. She had piles of report cards, band concert flyers and assorted birthday and anniversary cards her parents had saved over the years. The clothing had been dispatched to a large contractors garbage bag and was in the back of her car ready to be donated.


She just had one more closet to check out and then she could make her trip to the clothing bins and get rid of 50 years of stuff that neither she or her siblings wanted or needed. They all knew that this day would come and had dreaded it for their parents had been proverbial packrats, saving everything and anything, afraid to part with memories from the past. She just didn't understand the point in saving all this "stuff." Better to donate it and be done with it.


She decided to gear herself up with a cup of strong black coffee and sneak a cigarette. Memories of puffing away in front of her mother who was horrified by this first sign of rebellion spread through her brain. She'd been an obedient child and teenager, a wind-up child, who was wound up every morning and performed as expected.


Then she started college and picked up smoking, more for effect and to piss off her mother, trying to shake up the calm her mother always projected. When low on funds from her part time job she strategically placed an ad from the local paper advertising payment for blood donations and the next day found a 20 dollar bill in her wallet. She knew her mom had placed it there, not wanting her daughter to sell her blood for cash.


Coffee and smoke break over, she sighed and attacked that last closet. This had always been the forbidden closet, the one her mother kept under lock and key. She never understood what could have been so important that it had to be locked away, but knowing her mom for the mundane slightly overweight woman she was, it never crossed her mind to jimmy the lock and check things out.


She found the key for the closet in her mother's jewelry box, buried deep beneath her mother's costume jewelry. She inserted the key in the closet and opened the door. Inside she found garment bags filled with clothing that would have made Twiggy ooh and ahh with delight. Paisleys, brocades, silks, chiffons and crepes from the 1960s cut expertly to show off a beautiful young figure.


But of all the beautiful dresses contained in her mother's secret closet, she could not help but fall in love with the most stark of all. It was a 1960s Leon Haskin cream and black crepe cocktail dress. It was a simply cut cocktail dress, but oh the gorgeous shirred cream crepe at the bodice shoulder and lower dress was just delicious. Carefully she slipped the dress on for she had managed to keep her figure while her mother had not. The dress fit like a second skin and made the most of her curves. She wondered how her mother had found this fabulous dress and what occasion she had worn it for.


Unfortunately when she had asked her mother about her life before her marriage to her father, her mother had never offered more than a perfunctory "well now that's not important and what's important is the future."


So she never knew that her mother modeled for her living in Melbourne and had been the toast of the town for several years running. It was on a fashion shoot that her mother had met her father, a gofer for the fashion photographer handling the shoot. Their passion had ignited after just hours and in a matter of days they were wed. She left Melbourne for the simple life in Des Moines, Iowa where her husband went back to work at the family business making pork rinds after his photography career fizzled.


"Oh well", she thought, "Time to get down to business. I'll just keep this one dress since it would be a sin to waste it and donate the rest." And so the paisleys, brocades, chiffons and crepes went into the contractor garbage bag ready to be sent to the nearest thrift store.


Monday, September 16, 2013

Vintage Patterns Galore is now open for business!

We've been very busy working behind the scenes to set up our vintage pattern store


                                                 http://vintagepatternsgalore.com


We stock vintage Advance, Butterick, McCalls, Newspaper, New York Gold Seal, Simplicity and Vogue patterns for men, women and children. Our patterns range from the 1940s to the 1980s and beyond.

Over time we plan on adding a notions section for vintage buttons, zippers, and buckles of all kinds.  So make sure to check back often for all your vintage pattern and notion needs.




Sunday, June 16, 2013

Well, we just could not stay out of the vintage business. We tried really hard but it must be in our blood so we are now open on Etsy as Mod Mary's Vintage. Here are just a few of the items we have available for you!

Friday, May 17, 2013

Bank of America for god's sake have a heart!

 Bank of America for god's sake have a heart!!!  Please read the following blog and then share it with all your friends, families  and acquaintances.  Maybe if we apply enough pressure they will do the right thing.

http://activerain.com/blogsview/3730265/boa-have-a-heart-

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