Glamourous stuff from VintageChristine's boudoir collection. I actually used some of this way back when I cared more about how I looked. I was going to say "back when I cared more about how I looked AND SMELLED" but then I realized that I still do care about whether or not I stink. Silly me, I know.
Too bad the price sticker person stuck the price sticker on the front of this box. I made the seller take it off in front of me so HE was the one who ruined it. I got it for half-price.
Whenever I buy old powder boxes like this one by Aquamarine, I always throw out any remaining powder and OF COURSE the puff. I mean, YUCK. You can buy brand new puffs in pretty colors on eBay (like this one).
This April Showers powder box got a new puff, too.
I have a soap fetish and I have so much now that I will never, ever, EVER use it all. So every once in awhile I go out to the shed, open the soap boxes and inhale the lovely vintage-y fragrances. April Showers was one of my favorites. I especially like the smell of the ones that were stuck in the back of an old lady's closet for 50 years. You get floral and musty, all in one!
Three bars in a pretty box. Fabulous!
Estee Lauder "Lucidity" compact. I'm an Aries so I had to get this one.
Pretty floral compact from England.
Beautiful Richard Hudnut compact.
I can't imagine actually using this beautiful set of mother-of-pearl brush, comb and mirror. Once upon a time someone did, though, since they do show some wear.
My gorgeous hairspray cover! Covers up that dollar store can of Suave perfectly!
Even though I currently use the little square boxes of tissue (hidden in a pretty Rachel Ashwell Shabby Chic container) I really do adore this beautiful gold container. It's just too big for my small bathroom counter.
A final splash of "Jolly Night" perfume before heading out for a night on the town. Say a cocktail at "21", dinner at a small romantic spot with a table for two, then after-dinner toddies at the Copa?
Then tossing her last tissue into her fabulously glamourously beautiful and gorgeous (because you just can't use those words ENOUGH!) lucite trash can ........ oh, good grief, after all this, we end by using the words TRASH CAN?!
Let's try this again: Tossing her last tissue into her fabulous lucite WASTE BASKET (much better, yes?) she danced from the boudoir, down the staircase and into the arms of her lover, both ready for a night of drinking, dancing, and adventure!
Hope everyone has a great weekend planned, but remember not to eat too much--we're fast approaching Thanksgiving. I just learned an interesting factoid--the turkey originated in Mexico (called "guajolete" there) and migrated to the U.S. over time BUT it wasn't called turkey until the British
came over for a little conquering, saw the guajolete and said, "Oh my lord, Jeeves, that ugly bird looks just like the guinea-fowl that we import from Turkey! Of course we have no intention of using the word for it the local savages use, so we shall imperiously (since we're so damn good at imperiousness) call it a turkey!"
One more factoid: Benjamin Franklin desperately wanted our national bird to be the turkey--ole Ben did love him a big honkin' turkey leg and a keg of beer! But the rest of the Founding Fathers decided the bald eagle was the better choice, but at least we still get to eat turkey instead of eagle for Thanksgiving!
So that, boys and girls, is today's history lesson courtesy of your pal, VintageChristine.