Now Specialist Auctions Clothing section is not just about vintage clothing. The modern side can certainly hold their own with what is being offered elsewhere. Today we're promoting the sellers Gorgeous Me, Mirror Image Boutique (a branch of Born Too Late Vintage), and Artizania. One of the nice things about these sellers is that they have plus size items available as well as other sizes.


Gorgeous 100% Silk Butterfly Dress/With Silk Wrap


Sexy Chiffon Evening Dress/and Tennis bracelet



Frank Usher chic draped black cocktail dress B 34



Frank Usher sequinned blue halter neck dress B 36



Pink & Copper Metallic 3 piece Party Ensemble Plus Size 2X



Cocktail Dress Size 8Adrianna Papell Blue Silk Sequin&Bead


Come back again soon as we feature more vintage party and holiday attire from our other sellers! So whatever type of party or holiday attire you're looking for come check out

Check out the best in evening and party wear from our vintage shops at Specialist Auctions!

Our featured vintage sellers today are: MK Hopkins of Vintage Vineyard, Miss Jayne Vintage Fashion, MojoGeno Vintage and Bodaciously Yours Vintage!



Vintage 80s Red Silk Off
Shoulder Formal Dress




1950s Lace/Tulle Halter
Neck Prom Dress




Vtg Sweeping Psychedelic Paisley 1960s
Maxi Dress




Liancarlo Silk Bubble Dress S B 34 Tall


Come back again soon as we feature more vintage party and holiday attire from our other sellers! So whatever type of party or holiday attire you're looking for come check out

Let's talk holiday parties. Some people just don't understand the importance of having that killer outfit to wear. Let's face it. Not everyone looks good in the same thing. With that in mind Born Too Late Vintage and Mirror Image Boutique bring to you the best in holiday wear both large and small. So without further ado here's to party wear past and present!

Vintage 1960s Blue & Silver Brocade Gown B 34


Pink & Copper Metallic 3 piece Party Ensemble Plus Size 2X


Vintage 1970s Saks 5th Avenue Cream Lace Gown B34


Sexy Black Beaded Lawrence Kazar Rayon Dress Plus Size 3X


Vintage 1980s Sexy Brown & Copper Glitter Gown 14


Sexy Black Copper Bronze Sequin Sheath Plus Sz 1X


This is just a very small selection of what we have available vintage and modern so come on over and check out what's new at Born Too Late Vintage and Mirror Image Boutique!

Today is the fourth and final installment of our interview with Jenifer Klier, grand niece of Helen Bond Carruthers. I again want to thank all the Carruthers and Klier family members for their generosity in accepting our request for an interview. It has been a delight!

In closing our series of interviews Jenifer stated, “The other thing I would like to say is that, while I have come to realize that Auntie was a very savvy businesswoman and extremely busy most of the time, she always had time for my sisters and I. She never had any children of her own, but no grandmother could have been more devoted to us. We spent may a day (and night) at that house, and she would read to us, tell us wonderful stories about when our dad was little, and scratch our backs until we fell asleep. If she was sick for very long before she died, I was unaware of it. To me, it seemed to happen almost overnight; she appeared to be her strong, dynamic self right up until the end. I was devastated.” (Mrs. Bond Carruthers passed away in the summer of 1970). Jenifer stated, "As for the sweaters, again I am not really sure, but I don’t believe she ever stopped—although towards the end she was in more of a supervisory capacity."

In closing Jenifer and her family have graciously provided family photos to share with those interested in her Aunt Helen. Jenifer has provided the information of who is in each picture. The pictures span quite a bit of time so for ease of viewing we have listed them in chronological order as best we can.



















This is a picture of Bolivar and Helen Dean Bond, with their first three children (from eldest to youngest): Helen Thomas Bond (Auntie), James Edward Bond (“Jim Ed,” my grandfather), and Uriah George Bond (“Doc”). Auntie was born Nov. 15, 1894; Granddaddy Feb. 16, 1895; Uncle Doc Mar. 21, 1896 or ’97). My Aunt Jesse was not born until Nov. 3, 1911—so there is not a family picture of all of them.




















Helen Thomas Bond Carruthers—this is one of my favorite pictures of Auntie.





















Jesse Lillard Bond Boulton (Helen's sister)at the Derby—note the hat; it made the paper.





















Helen Bond Carruthers and Roy Carruthers on their honeymoon.















Helen Bond Carruthers at unknown racetrack, presenting prize to Willie Shoemaker (very famous jockey).



















One of the many birthday parties I had at the Bond House—on my left is Auntie, on my right is my paternal grandmother, Henrietta Blackburn.



















Auntie with my sisters and I. That was her chair. She, Granddaddy and Jetti always sat in the same chairs.


Again I want to thank the Carruthers and Klier families for sharing Helen with us. This is my favorite picture of Helen Bond Carruthers.

Today in our third segment we are continuing our chat with Jenifer Klier, great niece of Helen Bond Carruthers about just how her great aunt actually produced her beautiful sweaters.

One thing in particular that I wanted to ask Jenifer about was where her Aunt Helen got her piano shawls. The crewelwork from these shawls was used to embellish the sweaters that Mrs. Carruthers made.

Jenifer answered, “None of us have any idea if any of the embroidery came from piano shawls. We really never saw them before the embroidery was removed. My dad thinks that a lot of the shawls come from a warehouse in Louisville which was purchased by my aunt before she ever started the sweater business. He seems to think that she discovered all of these shawls and then had to come up with an idea for using them. I don’t know if this helps, but I know I never saw one on a piano.”

Jenifer did ask if I would be interested in the process of making the sweaters and of course I said I would be, as I imagine anyone reading this would be.

Jenifer said, “#1. Constructing the sweaters is best described in two parts:
A) The embroidery.

This primarily came from silk shawls, but also from old-fashioned lace curtains and the like. They placed iron-on backing on the wrong side and then trimmed out the designs intended for use on the sweaters. This was a fairly tedious process, and everyone who could use a pair of scissors helped. I was even allowed to do this after a certain age. The cut out designs were placed on square, divided paper plates, and it was not unusual to see paper plates with embroidery pieces and pairs of tiny embroidery scissors lying all around the house. Any time someone had a few minutes to spare, they would trim embroidery. I don’t know if you can still get those scissors, but I still have a pair (there were originally hundreds) and will include a picture when I get to that point.

B) The sweaters.

As I have previously mentioned, these came from Bergdorf Goodman, and arrived without any ornamentation whatsoever, except for plain, matching buttons. The sleeves were shortened, and the ribbing around the bottom of the sweater was removed and replaced with grosgrain ribbon, which was turned up into the hem. Over this they placed her label. The embroidery (prepared as described above) was then applied to the front, back and sleeves. Originally, Auntie was the only one who did this, but later on there were at least two other ladies employed by her to do this as well. However, all their designs had to be approved by her. Once the design was approved it was pinned on, also a very tedious task, as you might suppose. After this the embroidery was sewn on by hand. The sweater was then lined with chiffon, and the buttons were changed. I remember a large cabinet full of tiny drawers, each holding different kinds of exotic buttons. There must have been hundreds of those drawers. The other thing I remember there being hundreds of were boxes of thread. Each box held maybe a dozen spools of the same color; but there was every possible shade of every possible color in the known spectrum. It was amazing.

Basically, that’s the process as best I remember it. I confirmed this with my Mom. At the time I was a school-aged child (roughly mid to late sixties), the sweater were selling for $150 each, which was incredibly expensive at that time, believe it or not."


When I asked Jenifer where her aunt came up with her design ideas Jenifer stated, “I honestly do not know where she got the ideas or themes. I wish I could tell you. There is probably no one alive now who could. My dad certainly has no idea.”


In talking with Jenifer I asked if her Aunt Helen had employees that assisted in the making of the sweaters. Jenifer said, “None of us are really sure exactly when she began hiring people to help her. I do know that there was a fire in 1954 or 1955 that damaged most of the third floor of the house, which was primarily being used for her business, and all that had to be restored. When I was a child (I was born in 1958) I can recall at least six women who worked on the third floor full-time. These women were primarily seamstresses who hemmed, sewed in linings and labels, changed buttons, sewed on embroidery and such. Also, the lady who ironed the backing onto the embroidery worked up there. Obviously, a large part of this work involved sewing by hand, but there was also quite a bit of machine work going on. There may have been as many as eight black Singer sewing machines up there. Most of the clothes we wore in those days were made by those ladies, and we used to “hang out” up there, and actually became quite close to many of them. They taught me to sew, and I have made many garments for myself and my daughter over the years. There were also several other women in the community who would work from home. They would pick up a sweater that had embroidery pinned on it, take it home and sew it on (all by hand, of course). My mom tells me they were paid ten dollars per sweater for this work.

As to the other employees I remember, there were two ladies who did designing and pinning (all approved by Auntie). This work was done on the second floor, in my grandfather’s bedroom. He didn’t seem to mind; he really didn’t spend much time there—he had his own real estate business and was very active in the community; I seem to remember he served as a judge part-time. (This was “Jim Ed” Bond, Auntie’s brother. Her other brother, “Doc” Bond, was a famous horse auctioneer—he even did a Corn Flakes commercial!) As I have already mentioned, Auntie had a secretary to help her run the business. She had her own office on the second floor. I remember watching her take shorthand while my aunt dictated many a letter. I was fascinated!”

In closing this installment we have pictures Jenifer has provided for our viewing pleasure. We have pictures of another gorgeous sweater, tools of Mrs. Carruthers' trade, Mrs. Carruthers herself and of one very famous Hollywood legend, Elizabeth Taylor, sporting one of her ten Helen Bond Carruthers creations.



Helen Bond Carruthers



















Tools of Helen Bond Carruthers trade
















Elizabeth Taylor wearing one of her ten Helen Bond Carruthers sweaters (picture from the October 24, 1954 issue of the NY Sunday News)

Today I'd like to introduce you to my other love. No not DH, although he is a wonderful fellow. My other love is well made contemporary clothing. Having two daughters, my husband and myself to shop for I'm always on the lookout for the best that I can find for the least amount of my money.

I'm always keeping an eye open for that contemporary item that in the not too distant future will be considered a keeper as a vintage item. The trick is to find items made of excellent fabric, great construction and attention to the details.

For over a year now I've been offering items from designers such as Christian Dior, Salvatore Ferragamo, Oleg Cassini, Liz Claiborne, Rena Lange and Donna Ricci. I've also offered items from companies such as L.L. Bean, etc. However, those items have been languishing alone and unappreciated.

So I'm combining my stores Born Too Late Vintage and Mirror Image Boutique to offer you the best of vintage clothing and accessories from the past and also to offer you the best of the vintage of the future.

So come check out what we have to offer both past and present. You'll be glad you did.

Today we are continuing to explore the life and times of Helen Bond Carruthers with her grand niece, Jenifer Klier. So onto the second of our interviews!

Viviene: Did your aunt make the entire sweater herself (i.e. knit or crochet them) or did she purchase sweaters and then apply all the embroidery, appliqué work and beading?

Jenifer: No, she did not knit them herself. She purchased the un-embellished cashmere sweaters, if I am not mistaken, from a company named Bergdorf Goodman in a variety of colors. After the designs were applied (which was a multi-step process) she added a lining and her label, and changed the buttons. They also shortened the sleeves before applying the design. I can still see the vast amounts of boxes of sweaters, thread, fabric, buttons (of incredible variety of size, shape and color).

Viviene: Do you have sweaters your aunt made for you and if so would you be willing to share the story behind them and also photographs of them as well?

Jenifer: Yes, I do have six of her sweaters, but she did not make them for me, as I was only a child when she died. In fact, by the time I came along, she was more of an “overseer” of the whole thing than an actual designer. I have no doubt that any sweater made it past the design stage without her approval, but she did have several employees at that point to do the actual work (whom she personally trained, of course). I am a relative technophobe, so I’ve enlisted the help of my daughter (Kelly, age 22) in getting some digital photos to you.

Viviene: Knowing that your aunt started out making her sweaters as a hobby, did she ever feel pressured once the sweater making turned into a business for her?

Jenifer: As I mentioned in the beginning, by the time I came along Auntie’s business was well-established and she had a large staff, including a secretary, to assist her, and I was a child and would probably not have picked up on the more subtle nuances of running a business. My memories of her are of a happy, confident woman who was devoted to her family and community. My fondest memories of her are of her reading to us or scratching our back for “hours” on end, telling us stories about when our dad was little or when we were little, or designing beautiful dresses for her seamstresses to make for us (unfortunately, all three alike). She was an incredibly talented and dynamic woman, who made a name for herself in the days before it was “acceptable” for women to do that, and I still miss her, even though I am almost fifty years old—she was an extraordinary influence on my life in many ways.

Viviene: Your aunt traveled and did trunk shows. Were you ever able to accompany her on any of these trips?

Jenifer: Sorry, I think she had probably stopped doing that by the time I was around. My mom did find a few things, but no trunk show announcements. She did say that the shows were almost always associated with racetrack meets (all over the country). As you probably know, the tracks are only open for (live) racing for a few weeks out of every year, with the times depending upon what part of the country they are in. For example: Keeneland and Churchill Downs, here in Kentucky both have meets in the spring and in the fall (not concurrently, but one after the other), whereas Belmont Park in NY meets in June (and maybe another time—I’m no racing expert). I’m sure places like Hialeah, in Miami, are open in the winter.

Viviene: Did any of your family members apprentice with your aunt to learn how she made her sweaters?

Jenifer: Sadly, no, none of us were old enough to appreciate the legacy she left us at the time…although I believe my daughter has the passion and talent to carry on Auntie’s work, she never saw anything except some vintage sweaters…which she adores and has worn, by the way…

Viviene: Did anyone other than a family member ever apprentice with your aunt and then go out on their own to make custom sweaters.

Jenifer: I don’t believe there is anyone alive who worked with her.


So in closing this installment of our interviews we’d like to again share another beautiful sweater that Jenifer has inherited made by her grand aunt. Keep checking for our continuing blog about Helen Bond Carruthers.

Today we are announcing the running of a series of blogs about Helen Bond Carruthers, the name for vintage sellers and aficionados that brings to mind breathtakingly beautiful sweaters in all manners of colors, needlework and appliqué work.

We have had the pleasure of interviewing Mrs. Carruthers’ grand niece, Jenifer Klier, whom is embarking on an entrepreneurial endeavor of her own. Jenifer has been a registered nurse for 24 years working mostly in Labor and Delivery. She has recently become a certified legal nurse consultant (assisting attorneys to win their cases) and is working hard to get her business off the ground. Certainly the apple did not fall far from the tree as Jenifer states of her grand aunt, Mrs. Carruthers, “She was an incredibly talented and dynamic woman, who made a name for herself in the days before it was “acceptable” for women to do that, and I still miss her, even though I am almost fifty years old. She was an extraordinary influence on my life in many ways.“

To start us out Jenifer has kindly provided us a little background information about her family. Some questions can’t be answered as the people who could answer them are no longer living, however, I do believe there will be valuable information provided that has not been discussed before.

Jenifer told us, “Helen was actually my grand-aunt (my father’s father’s sister) and the oldest of four children. The only one of these four siblings to have children of their own was my grandfather (James Edward Bond or “Jim Ed”), and he only had one child (James Edward Bond, Jr.—my father, and no, I am not kidding about the name). My dad is, literally an entire generation all by himself! So Helen, whom I always called “Auntie,” never had any children of her own, but had three great-nieces (me and my sisters!), upon whom she doted, spoiled and helped raise.”

Another point that Jenifer made was, “You need to understand that Auntie passed away when I was about twelve years old (and I am the oldest of the three of us). So, although we spent a large part of our time with her and have lots of memories, they are mostly from a child’s point of view. That said, I can tell you that I remember every step of the process by which her sweaters were made, but failed to appreciate it at the time it was going on. I had no idea of their popularity—then or now, until very recently. Of course a lot of local people had them, but I thought it was just because they were close, were her friends or more likely, didn’t really think much about it at all. I certainly didn’t know that celebrities were wearing them! I grew up in the sixties and seventies, when material possessions were scorned and so were shoes, and I most certainly wouldn’t have been caught dead in one of those sweaters! My mother had a few, but hardly ever wore them, and I never owned one until Auntie’s last remaining sibling (my Aunt Jessie) died and my sisters and I divided what was left. I don’t think I even imagined ever wearing one; we just couldn’t part with them for sentimental reasons. However, styles and tastes change (thank goodness!) and I have actually started to wear them now and then and always get many complements and am surprised at how many people know exactly what they are! There was even a local showing of many of her sweaters about a year ago, which was highly advertised and that I managed to miss, if you can believe it! (I was working twelve-hour night shifts at a hospital at the time; I’m an RN)."

Of course we are closing this installment with a beautiful sweater created by Helen Bond Carruthers just to whet your appetite for more information on this inspirational designer of wearable art. All the sweaters that will be featured in my blog are owned by the Carruthers family members. Check back often as we provide more never before known information about Ms. Carruthers’ work.

It was perfect! From the cotton candy pink poodles, to the round collar and the mid calf length skirt the dress was demure enough to lull Uncle Ian, Uncle Bob and Uncle Simon into thinking she would be safe from the clutches of all those young bucks. Of course her aged uncles had no idea about the hot pink corset she was going to be wearing underneath to make the most of her assets or the creamy white crinoline with the pink bows and lace edging peaking out from the hem of her dress.

To take the edge off her nervousness she snuck out to the kitchen and had a couple of sips of red wine. She was careful to bring the bottle back up to the same level lest her uncles discover her indiscretion and of course chewed some Sen-Sen to mask the alcohol fumes.



After a quick peck on the cheek for each of her uncles she flew out the door in her Capezio flats which Claire McCardell had made so popular and jumped into the back of her friend Sara's 1954 Chevrolet Belaire 2 door Sport Coupe.

Once inside the car she quickly slipped off the Capezios and donned her Ferragamo 4 inch high stilletos which her friend had hid in the trunk of her car for her. She arrived at the dance with her friend, Sara, and there she became the belle of the ball. Her dance card was filled within 2 minutes of arrival. The fast dances went by with a whirl as her dance partners snuck a quick peak at her legs that wouldn't stop which were showcased when she whirled in a circle. The young bucks all pressed against her while they danced to the slow tunes and the chaperones were kept busy all evening making her and her dance partners move further apart. She realized the age old power women have over men and in doing so also realized why her uncles were so concerned and why they were so protective of her. Understanding that made her cherish their love all the more.

It also made her more determined than ever to find out the exact facts concerning her birth, the death of her mother and the subsequent disappearance of her father, who had never married her mother. All she knew was that her three aged uncles had raised her from the time she was born. It was time to find out more and find out she would!

This lovely estate dress is available for your collection or for your vintage wardrobe whichever you prefer at Specialist Auctions!


Vintage 1950s Rockabilly Poodle Print Dress B 36 W 28

Here I am in another box. Seems the last couple of years I've been moved from box to box. I've been up and down the east coast several times already. I remember when I was new as if it was yesterday.

Once upon a time I was the well loved prize from a Manhattan shopping trip my original owner took with her daughter. My soon to be owner was hesitant to take the Greyhound all the way from Baltimore but her daughter didn't have time to make the trip back so off she went after cooking and freezing a weeks worth of meals for her husband and son. Looking at the world with excitement and a bit of trepedition my soon to be owner climbed aboard the bus in Baltimore. She rode for a couple hours to Philadelphia, home of the Liberty Bell and then on to New York City. Of course there wasn't enough time to see the sites in Philly and my soon to be owner would not have ventured off on her own as she had never traveled this far from home.

She really had not traveled. She was the daughter of truck farmers in Frederick, Maryland. She married the love of her life who first taught school at Middletown High School back in Frederick and then they moved to Baltimore for more opportunities. They had a nice brick row house in a nice neighborhood. The only thing missing was a big garden but she made due with a smaller version and grew for the most part tomatoes. It was a simple life and she knew where she belonged. She was the ultimate homemaker and a bit of a political hack. Her husband went to the Greyhound station in Frederick when they lived there and picked up the Daily News from New York so she could follow the news of the day and keep up with the politics of the world.

Her daughter graduated from Middletown High School and joined the army for a chance to see the world. After the service her daughter decided to go to New York City to try her hand at acting. For the most part her daughter had bit parts far far off Broadway and waited more tables than she ever thought she would. It became harder to come home for a visit each passing year as the parts became fewer and fewer and coming home meant admitting defeat.

Thinking her mother would never venture to New York my soon to be owner's daughter suggested a visit to the big city where she would take her mother to just off Broadway plays and shopping in Macy's bargain basement. Imagine her surprise when her mother, encouraged by her father, said yes. I imagine there was a flurry of cleaning and I'm sure when her mother arrived she gave up her own bed for her mother and used her sparse spare linens to sleep on the davenport.

Throwing caution to the wind the daughter called in sick to work and took her mother to the Empire State building and the Statue of Liberty. They ate lunch at the automat and then went to the Village to stroll through the boutiques. Her mother swore the saleswoman at Elaine Starkman's Boutique looked just like that folk singer, Mary Travers, but of course the daughter told her of course it's not her. What would she be doing selling suits in a boutique in the village!

While wandering their way through the bargain basement of Macy's her mother came upon me. Sleek in gray marble patent leather I glistened and flashed in the fluorescent lighting. I was a little rumpled looking from too many weeks on display but her mother had to have me. She glanced quickly at my price and winced a bit. However, she decided just this once she would splurge as gray went with everything and she bought me. Once we made our way back to her daughter's apartment my owner's items were transferred from her old worn black purse to me. We looked right together and in the next 2 days of her visit we saw the sites of the city together.

We left on the early morning Greyhound bound for Baltimore. I watched in silence as mother and daughter said goodbye, the litany the same as it was each time they parted. "You know you can come home to live anytime you want." "I know Mom but I just need a little more time to make sure. "Okay honey but you know we'd love to have you." Silently they turned from each other and we made our way onto the bus.

Of course as soon as we got home to Baltimore I was emptied out, stuffed with tissue paper and a sachet and put in a box and up in the hall closet. For years in the early fall she would take me out and sit on her bed stroking me and thinking about that trip to New York. Then she'd put me away again for another year.

One fall led to another and another and several years went by without me being taken out. Then one day I was pulled from my shelf along with a lot of other long forgotten pieces of clothing. "We really need to clear the clutter and now is as good a time as any", said her son's wife. "Oh my gosh just look at this purse! It's like brand new. I wonder where your mother got it? Of course it's not my style at all. Best to donate it to the Salvation Army."

So I was boxed up with a couple pairs of shoes and a moth eaten cardigan and we were dropped at the local Salvation Army. I was cleaned and set out for sale. Another lady checked me out and grabbed me rather roughly checking out my frame to make sure I was in good working condition. From her conversation with her friend I deduced that she was an Ebay seller and I was going to go to a new home. Hope sprung eternal and I could not wait to see what was going on out in the world.

So off I went listed during a VBO sale (that's Ebay talk for Vintage Blow Out). I went to a buyer in Georgia. It turns out she was an Ebay seller too and bought me to re-sell. So off I went into a rubbermaid container with a bunch of other purses she was some day going to list. Another year went by and I was pulled from my rubbermaid tomb to be photographed and sold again in the VBO sale. So off I went to a new home in Pennsylvania. This seller was a little different. She liked to move her stores around. First l was listed on Ebay, then another auction site and finally I came to rest at Specialist Auctions. Before I knew it I had been sold to a wardrobe person for the musical "Jersey Boys." The seller was excited and so was I. Finally just like my original owner's daughter I'm finally going on stage right in New York, back to my roots!

It was a fight like no other in the history of the Carrington family. And all because of a mistake by the famed boutique Chez Cemetarian. It was all the fault of that new salesgirl, Rita. She'd been warned about the Carrington women and how competitive they were.

Krystle Carrington, sweet as you please came in for her appointment and Rita showed her the new line of jumpsuits in a plethora of colors. Krystle decided on the white jumpsuit with the rainbow sequins and pearl draped fringe. With her blonde hair and beautiful figure the jumpsuit would be a perfect foil for her glamour. Rita was over the moon for the jumpsuit was $1400 (two months salary for her) and her commission would be fabulous.

As Krystle went out the front door, Alexis came in the back door trying to ditch the stalker she had picked up along with a bad case of crabs the month before. She sashayed into the room looking down her nose at Rita and stated, "What did that bitch just try on?" Flustered and downtrodden Rita spoke in a whisper, "The jumpsuits." Without even admitting she had heard poor Rita, Alexis grabbed the same white jumpsuit that Krystle had just walked out with. "Hurry up you pasty-faced waste of a shop girl and wrap this up. I've got more important things to do!" With that Rita wrapped the jumpsuit up as quick as she could and Alexis sashayed back out the door and into her waiting limo.

It was a long day for Rita and finally around 9 o'clock she was able to close up the shop and limp home. While she was soaking her feet she suddenly recalled her boss' instructions to never ever let the Carrington women buy the same item or all hell would break lose. Rita wept into her foot bath as she tried to figure out where she could find a new job as her mistake would surely cost her her current one.

Meanwhile at the Denver Art Museum Krystle and Blake Carrington had already arrived and were sipping champagne cocktails while discussing the pros and cons of abstract expressionist Clyfford Still's paintings. With her back towards the doorway Krystle never saw Alexis sashay in and start holding court in the same room just a few feet away.

Blake frowned and Krystle knew that meant only one thing. She slowly turned around just as Alexis clenched her fist and swung as hard as she could. Krystle's drink went flying from her hand and landed all over the latest abstract painting by Clyfford Still. A hush fell over the room as Alexis draped herself over Blake's arm and purred, "Why do you waste your time with her Blake when you could have a real woman?" Alexis never saw Krystle grab the painting and swing it overhead and barely felt the impact on her head as the painting pinioned her arms at her side. Blake snapped his fingers and two bodyguards appeared out of thin air to pick up the now pinned Alexis and Blake said, "Take out the trash gentlemen." A stream of blue air trailed behind Alexis as she shouted, "It's not over! It will never be over you bitch!"

Now you too can own not one but two of these gorgeous white jumpsuits with rainbow colored sequins from Chez Cemetarian. Bid early and often or you might just find yourself outbid by a Carrington!


Twin Vintage 80's White Sequin Dynasty Jumpsuit Costume

It was totally out of character for her. First the bob at the local beauty shop. Then buying the cigarette holder and pack of Gauloises. As a final touch she purchased a gorgeous jazzy sheer Lame ostrich Feather Robe from Henry A la Pensee to wear out for the evening and in her boudoir. That would show Jean-Luc that no wife of his was going to sit on the sidelines while he was having it off with that tramp from the ballet troupe!

Oh how he charmed her on that trip to Paris on the ship. It was a whirlwind of romance from start to finish when he asked for her hand in marriage. Unfortunately he made it so easy to forget she was to inherit her father's millions and already had quite a healthy allowance which would only increase upon marriage and the necessity of maintaining a home of style and substance. Jean-Luc was smooth as only a Frenchman can be wooing her parents even as he wooed her. Her friend, Hermione, warned against Jean-Luc's debonair appearance and romantic nature but Edith just assumed her London born friend was jealous of Jean-Luc's attention to her and wouldn't listen.

Edith down but not out made her own plans now that she decided to adopt the jazz attitude of partying, mingling and dancing the night away in the Paris nightspots. If Jean-Luc wanted to waste time with that tramp from the ballet troup then it was his loss as his wife in name only painted the town red and made a name for herself.

As sometimes happens, Edith's wonderful jazzy sheer Lame ostrich Feather Robe from Henry A la Pensee somehow made its way across the Atlantic and is available from the chic store of Chez Cemetarian. Who knows the travels this robe of passion has taken to get all the way to Sherman, Texas. Ah, if only clothing could speak the stories it would tell. So if you're up to making a little history of your own you have got to start by getting this robe. It is truly the cat's meow!

If you are Jennifer Leighton please contact me again with an alternate email address as messages I am sending you are bouncing back! Thank you!

Now you know that Born Too Late Vintage has the best that a vintage clothing store can offer but did you know that our sister store, Mirror Image Boutique offers the best there is in contemporary clothing. I thought not so we'd like to take you on a little shopping trip through our boutique.

First we have this


NWOT Christian Dior Maize, Cream and Khaki Striped Suit Size 4

and these scrumptious

NWOT Easy Spirit Tan Leather T-Strap Shoes

or maybe you need something for colder weather. You can't go wrong with this

Sweater Dress Size M NWOT Yarnworks Red, Black and White

and these wonderful

Ferragamo Black Patent Leather Pumps Shoes sz 8.5C

Need something for a dressy occasion? Then take a look at this

Cocktail Dress Size 8 Adrianna Papell Blue Silk Sequin&Bead

and these beautiful

Shoes Deep Navy Blue Suede Pumps size 9N US

or perhaps you prefer the classic little black dress like this

Sexy Sultry, Lipsmacking Liz Claiborne Black Crepe Halter Dress Size 14

and these

NWOT Naturalizer Black Patent Leather Peeptoe Shoes Sz 9.5 M



No matter what you need we have a great selection of dresses, sweaters, designer shoes and lingerie just waiting for you at Mirror Image Boutique!

So what are you waiting for?

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Today we are pulling out the stops at Specialist Auctions to show you what we have available in our Fall into Fashion promotion. We have a lovely group of sellers both in vintage and modern items! So check out our sellers and their wares!

HERE!

Today Born Too Late Vintage is proud to announce the addition of a preview page on our website for our Australian and New Zealand customers. Australia and New Zealand mirror the United States seasons so while we are winding our way into fall with winter not far behind Australia and New Zealand have just begun their spring season with summer not far behind.

At Born Too Late Vintage we value our customers all over the world so we'll be showing vintage fashions from all seasons all year long.

So without further ado check out our spring into fashion preview page

Here

and our fall into fashion preview page

Here

Today we're continuing our visit of fashions for fall. Light weight coats for the fall are always right and of course heavier coats for the winter ahead. No matter what you prefer or what climate or country you live in. Don't forget hats in all shapes, sizes and colors as well! Born Too Late Vintage has it all for you! Check out some of our latest additions.




Vintage 1970s Bonnie Cashin Trench Coat size 18



Vintage 1960s Black Felt Rhinestone Spray Pillbox Hat



Vintage 1970s Count Romi Trench Coat w Fur Collar



Vintage 1960s Black,Tan,Light Tan Velvet Clip Hat



Vintage 1980s Anthony Richards Rain coat Sz 16 NWT



Vintage 1960s Gibbe' Military Inspired Pillbox Hat



Vintage 1930s Harris Tweed Overcoat Size 46 US



Vintage 1960s Dobbs Fifth Avenue Admiralty Saber Grey Oval Fedora Hat Size 7 1/4



Vintage 1970s Pendleton Red Plaid Cape Poncho



Vintage 1940s Black Velour Bowler Hat w Decorative Buttons

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Today my daughters start school again. While the summer has been fun with lots of swimming, trips to the library, picnics and Friday night movie night at home the girls are ready to go back to school.

I keep hearing that things are so different from when I was their age and that kids are a lot more advanced than we were at that age. Well, I beg to differ on that score.

I remember back in the 1960s when I was their age being measured by my mom and then my school clothes were ordered from the Sears catalog. It was always chubby girl dresses for me (we weren't allowed to wear pants back in the stone age). My mom would take each of us out separately on the Saturdays leading up to the start of the school year (Mom and Dad had one car and Dad used it for work during the week). We'd go to the Buster Brown shoe store and get our school shoes and then Mom would take us to the Woolworth's lunch counter for a hot dog, fries and a coke. My Mom would take out her small pair of scissors and cut my straw so I didn't tip over my glass of soda. Going out with Mom was a major treat and I had real one on one time with no outside interruptions (being the oldest of four kids there were always plenty of those).

Sunday evenings were spent at my Nonna (grandmother) and Nonno's (grandfather) house where we would have dinner. Then Nonna and Nonno would take us out to the yard where Nonno would cut either forsythia branches, peonies or lilacs for us to take into our teachers the next day at school.

Then on Monday off you went to school. We'd walk up Main Street in Cold Spring from Market Street up to the Haldane School in Cold Spring, New York. All the teachers knew my Uncle Charlie. They'd ask me if I was Charlie Nobile's niece and I'd say yes but my Dad is Joe Nobile. The same comment came back every time. "We don't know Joe but we know Charlie."

We'd spend the day reading Dick and Jane and it was when learning to read that we discovered I needed glasses because I couldn't read at all. Once I got those cats eye glasses, though, a whole new world opened up for me and I was on fire with reading. At Christmas time I'd bring in a plate of cookies for my teachers to thank them for all their hard work.

For my girls it has been very similar. I measure them and instead of buying clothes from the Sears catalog we shop at places like the Burlington Coat Factory. Instead of Woolworths we go to the local Subway and get a sub and a soda (they're old enough now that I don't have to cut their straws but I still carry those scissors in my purse). We talk about anything and everything and there is plenty of one on one time (which is a little easier when you only have two kids). We buy backpacks and lunch boxes, crayons, pencils, erasers and glue sticks (no library paste for my girls to eat).

Throughout the school year we send in irises, daffodils and peonies to their teachers. We discovered that our girls needed glasses when they started reading (however, no Dick and Jane books in school now), although my dear MIL bought the girls the entire series of Dick and Jane stories which they enjoyed immensely. And true to form after getting their glasses they were and are on fire with reading.

At Christmas time we send in trays of homemade cookies to thank their teachers for their hard work.

So even though 38 years have passed since I was 10, the age of my oldest daughter, things really aren't so different in school. The teachers are still there working hard hand in hand with parents to prepare our children for the future.

While most families have two working parents and there are times when it's hard to be there for every school function, if you really make the effort your kids will pass on those special times to their own kids in the future. Instead of buying lots of things for your kids try spending more time with them. You'd be surprised what they'll remember 38 years later. They might even write a blog about it.