desert sunset

Heya buddies. Well, I’ve had another busy weekend slinging vintage (at my pop up shop grand opening and then at the Downtown Flea Market in Los Angeles). Even though I work all week at another job, I continue to sell vintage on my down time because I just love it so much (I love meeting new people). And because I find most of my vintage clothing at the thrift stores, I’m able to sell my loot at reasonable prices, and that’s something I feel good about.

This outfit was inspired by a desert sunset. I wore it to my pop up shop grand opening party. Sometimes I momentarily start thinking that perhaps I should start dressing more sophisticated since I’m in my 30s now, but I always end up wearing something fun and “youthful” instead.

Outfit: vintage pink beret (vintage store in Toronto, Canada), embroidered peasant top (thrifted), mohair vintage skirt (Lightwitch shop via Etsy, another gal who sells amazing vintage at reasonable prices), my new fave 60s grandma-chic-floral beaded purse (Can’t you totally see Prada designing a purse like this?) (thrifted), Born shoes (Nordstrom rack).

a Natchez home

The absurdly expensive home prices in Long Beach, California, have me seriously considering buying a home elsewhere, like perhaps in the small and quaint town of Natchez, Mississippi. Natchez instantly seduced me with her historic and preserved downtown homes (nearly every home is on the National Registrar of Historic Places), not to mention friendly people and beautiful landscapes (set just above the Mississippi River). Just check out this 4 bedroom dream home that is for sale for less than half the cost of a modest two bedroom in a modest neighborhood in Long Beach. Can you image the fun I'd have in this pastel faded beauty?

photos from Zillow.

Vintage Pop Up shop GRAND OPENING this Friday !!!!!

Howdy folks,

Nakedcowgirl Vintage & Fancy Disaster are having a Grand Opening Party for our vintage pop up shop at Flaunt Salon in Long Beach this Friday. If you're in the area, be sure to stop by. It's sure to be a rootin' tootin' good time. If you can't make it out to that, I'm also slinging vintage at the Downtown Los Angeles Flea Market this Sunday, August 25. You can bring your doggy along too, which is super cool in my book. Last month was the inception of the DT Flea Market, and I think it might be my favorite place to sell and shop. There's lots of local crafty goods for sale along with amazing vintage finds. Plus, there's several food trucks to enjoy.

I've been neglectful of this space as of late, but I'll definitely be posting a lot more real soon.

xoxo. 

buddies

Jesse loves to torture Stacy's cat, Pearl, with too much affection.

Pete & Elliott. Their embrace reminds me of that infamous photos of Jack Kerouac & Neal Cassidy.

Photos of my dearest male buddies taken by me with my Pentax K1000.

Delta morning

photo by Pete, taken with his phone.

Jessie Mae Hemphill (1923-2006)

photo by Steve Gardner

Let’s hear it for Ms. Jessie Mae Hemphill – a self proclaimed cowgirl, a pistol packing mama, a raw, gritty, talented northern Mississippi hill country blues singer and multi-instrumentalist. We hold her in high esteem over here at nakedcowgirl vintage. Though her commercial heyday was in the 1980s, Jessie Mae has played music most all of her life – she started her musical career when she was a young gal playing drums in a fife & drum band at local parties and picnics throughout the Mississippi hills. At around 8 years old, she learned guitar from her grandfather, Sid Hemphill, a blind band leader & multi-instrumentalist, who was renowned throughout the region, and was first recorded by Alan Lomax in the 1940s. He is certainly worth checking out as well; his rendition of John Henry is one of the best I’ve ever heard. Jessie Mae definitely inherited her grandfather’s raucous, happy, primal style of playing. The rhythm she establishes with her electric guitar (played in traditional Delta fashion) and a tambourine attached to her ankle, not to mention her distinct voice, is impossible to resist. Have a listen and see if you can keep from getting down.

Mississippi blur

blues trail marker for Charley Patton, king of the Delta blues. Read more about Patton's life here in R. Crumb's comic book retelling.

romping around Charley Patton's graveyard looking for his tombstone, which unfortunately we did not find. However, a friendly dog hung out with us the whole time, which made me wonder if perhaps he was C.Patton incarnate.

Chuck, Ma, Mikey, hanging on the porch. Clarksdale, MS.

 

our amazing wedding photographer and now lifetime buddy, Austin.

dang, it sure is hard to get a close up photo of an armadillo. they're faster than you'd think.

sunset on the Mississippi river

a replica cabin similar to Muddy Water's birthplace. Rolling Fork, MS.

Evidently the Mr. and I don’t know how to use a point and shoot film camera, as most of our photos taken with this camera turned out blurry.  Despite the blur, I can still appreciate (and actually like) these photos that convey those special languid moments spent in Mississippi - exploring old graveyards of famous bluesmen, watching the remarkable big red sun go down, trying to get a glimpse of the elusive Armadillo, and rocking on the porch. Is there anything more relaxing than rocking on a porch?

We haven't got our wedding photos back yet, which is too be expected since it was only about a week ago that we got hitched, but when we do I'll be sure to share with you our happy story.