I truly believe that one of the reasons why I look and feel so well
is because I’ve very few inhibitions.
I don’t care about age.
Life is too short to worry about what other people think. ~Mamie van Doren
It is possible that blondes also prefer gentlemen.
~ Mamie van Doren
If she can get there she would like to take this Clare V. Denim Tote:
dievca regrets to tell you that she no longer looks like Ava — more like this sunbather:
Air Conditioning can be so artificial.
Time to squeeze into that bikini and be with the natural elements.
You may be hot, but your soul will feel better facing the Sun.
dievca is ready to run under a fire hydrant sprinkle shower if the FDNY would oblige…
Happy 4th of July!
Looks like Susan Hayward had the same challenges as dievca with humidity and wild-a** hair!
Enjoy your Day!!
Do you own an apron? Do you use it while BBQ-ing or baking?
dievca has never owned one. she’s not sure of what she is missing Her friends have laughed at her and asked what she does for dinner parties.
she cooks, changes, and hopes for the best afterward.
What about an Apron as a D/s Presentation Outfit?
Hmm, could be interesting but one might need to be careful when sitting or leaning against the countertop.
dievca found the apron she wants:
The RE/DONE | Levi’s Denim Apron is created from scraps of vintage Levi’s, reducing production waste and creating functional, machine washable, and collectible kitchen-wear. Each apron is upcycled using a waterless process from unique vintage materials and is completely one-of-a-kind.
The shades of indigo will differ from the product image due to each item being one-of-a-kind. Twenty percent of sales will be donated to the Restaurant Workers’ Community Foundation. RE/done
So maybe your back hurts
Sweat is dripping between your breasts
Insects are buzzing around your moist upper lip
Dirt is ground into your nails
High heels can irritate your back
Glitter lotion can cause your cleavage to shine
Lip plumper inflames your lips
Nail polish can hide messy nails
You would be in the same position body-wise and look a heck of a lot better, but….
you would be missing the natural glow gardening gives to a body and soul.
dievca’s hands are in the dirt!
dievca is behind the wheel and singing Willy Nelson while heading West.
she is wondering with people avoiding flying, will road trips come into fashion?
Is there a call for the vintage places of interest maps?
David Rumsey Historical Map Collection
Author: General Drafting Company
Short Title: Trip Planning Map Of The United States
Publisher: General Drafting Co.
Publisher Location: Convent Station, N.J.
The widest State on dievca’s trip is:
It might be worth it to stop and see something!
And Just for the fun of it:
The first railcar-style diners popped up in New Jersey in the early 1900s.
New Jersey essentially became “ground zero” for diners.
Railcar-style diners were modeled after rail carriages or sometimes converted from the original train cars into stand-alone eateries. Diners were constructed in factories and then shipped to their destinations, much like mobile homes, and were relatively affordable to purchase at just $1,000.
Once they arrived, the utilities simply had to be connected. Since diners, or “lunch cars,” had to be shipped using a truck or railcar, they were designed to be narrow.
At one point, nearly 95% of the shippable restaurants were manufactured in New Jersey.
And a “Thank You” to Insider.com
has to be regenerated, somehow.
dievca passed out early and hard, woke up late, and is re-energized.
Happy Sunday to you!
Corset suit by Jean Claude Jitrois
Red leather suit
Corset front closure
Two side pockets
Slight shoulder pad
Boning in the jacket to create the shape
Red leather skirt
High waist skirt
Zip and snapback closure
Made in France
26.5″ length (from back center to bottom hem)
***Click to Buy***
Sometimes something delicate is called for in a D/s or Vanilla relationship. A simple elegance that allows participants to drift and dream. Open windows let in the sun and a warm breeze, spring blossoms kiss the air. The soft-touch of sensual silk.
A vintage whisper.
Beautiful vintage pale pink/peachy slip c. 1940s. The nightgown is delicate and lovely. It features intricate embroidery along the bodice and butterfly sleeves with beautiful netted lace. Impressive vintage seam work throughout, with three delicate tie-backs on each side to tighten it.
SIZE ON TAG: n/a
FITS LIKE: fits small best
dievca is prepping late. she forgot about the Holiday.
“and on the 3rd day He rose again.”
So, will NYC rise again? Good question.
All dievca can do is keep hoping (hopping) and work hard.
she sends her best wishes to you for renewal and revitalization.
Stay Healthy or Heal Well.
The Census-Taker ~ Robert Frost
I came an errand one cloud-blowing evening
To a slab-built, black-paper-covered house
Of one room and one window and one door,
The only dwelling in a waste cutover
A hundred square miles round it in the mountains:
And that not dwelt in now by men or women.
(It never had been dwelt in, though, by women,
So what is this I make a sorrow of?)
I came as census-taker to the waste
To count the people in it and found none,
None in the hundred miles, none in the house,
Where I came last with some hope, but not much,
After hours’ overlooking from the cliffs
An emptiness flayed to the very stone.
I found no people that dared show themselves,
None not in hiding from the outward eye.
The time was autumn, but how anyone
Could tell the time of year when every tree
That could have dropped a leaf was down itself
And nothing but the stump of it was left
Now bringing out its rings in sugar of pitch;
And every tree up stood a rotting trunk
Without a single leaf to spend on autumn,
Or branch to whistle after what was spent.
Perhaps the wind the more without the help
Of breathing trees said something of the time
Of year or day the way it swung a door
Forever off the latch, as if rude men
Passed in and slammed it shut each one behind him
For the next one to open for himself.
I counted nine I had no right to count
(But this was dreamy unofficial counting)
Before I made the tenth across the threshold.
Where was my supper? Where was anyone’s?
No lamp was lit. Nothing was on the table.
The stove was cold—the stove was off the chimney—
And down by one side where it lacked a leg.
The people that had loudly passed the door
Were people to the ear but not the eye.
They were not on the table with their elbows.
They were not sleeping in the shelves of bunks.
I saw no men there and no bones of men there.
I armed myself against such bones as might be
With the pitch-blackened stub of an ax-handle
I picked up off the straw-dust covered floor.
Not bones, but the ill-fitted window rattled.
The door was still because I held it shut
While I thought what to do that could be done—
About the house—about the people not there.
This house in one year fallen to decay
Filled me with no less sorrow than the houses
Fallen to ruin in ten thousand years
Where Asia wedges Africa from Europe.
Nothing was left to do that I could see
Unless to find that there was no one there
And declare to the cliffs too far for echo,
“The place is desert, and let whoso lurks
In silence, if in this he is aggrieved,
Break silence now or be forever silent.
Let him say why it should not be declared so.”
The melancholy of having to count souls
Where they grow fewer and fewer every year
Is extreme where they shrink to none at all.
It must be I want life to go on living.
Happy Valentine’s Day!
from Your dievča
Big February Birthdays!
Dad, he’s still hanging on.
Brother? It’s a big one.
(But in all honesty…dievca is dreading the trip.)
It’s a pity nobody believes in simple lust anymore.
Yoga fiends have their morning “sun salutation”.
dievca has her morning “back resetting” flow
which includes the pigeon pose.
(sometimes in the nude)
How does one’s a** get so tight while sleeping?
An absolute mystery.
Paperback Sex Novels –
what Kindle manages to hide.
The Artwork is Classic.
dievca is not too sure about the storylines. If you are humored here is the link to the website which has documented these …. lost classics.
Wishing you good health
and happiness for the New Year.
Graphic: Al Moore, pin-up
dievca has a Luncheon to attend. It is not her normal scene – she doesn’t own a great suit…she’s out of practice on the ‘lunching’ circuit~ Yes, she did quite a bit while growing up. Mother/Daughter events, but not so much in recent years.
Ladies Who Lunch is a phrase often used to describe well-off, well-dressed women who meet for social luncheons, usually during the working week. Typically, the women involved are married and non-working. Normally the lunch is in a high-class restaurant, but could also take place in a department store during a shopping trip. Sometimes the lunch takes place under the pretext of raising money for charity.
Looking for a
costume, uh hem presentation outfit, gah – just ideas for something to wear!
One outfit option…thinking about other options. Trying to shop the closet. XO
“If I do demoralize an audience, as some people say, then I’m glad I do it. People need a loosening up. Most of the people in this country are hypocritical, too many put on a front of being shocked at certain kinds of behavior. It’s a joke to think I could demoralize anyone with this little act. If one has morals, then they can’t be taken away by me or anyone else.” ~ Lili St. Cyr
For a sample of Lili St. Cyr’s striptease, click here.
Some things are lost in translation…
dievca was looking to be inspired for Presentation Outfits: she ran into this video and it made her smile and think about options for Master. It seems like the most ‘ladylike’ outfits are from the 1920s, 1930s, 1940s, 1950s and 1960s.
The 1910s are too covered and too involved for finding clothing pieces, the 1970s seem like novelty outfits – Disco-oriented, dievca lived the BIG HAIR era of the 1980s (she has a vintage Norma Kamali red satin dress…), the 1990s are back in style – now.
Ceil Chapman was an American fashion designer who worked in New York City from the 1940s to the 1960s. She was noted for creating glamorous cocktail and party dresses and for working with celebrity clients including television and movie actresses.
It was a long, arduous Saturday.
Please refer back to Saturday’s post
for where dievca’s mind has stopped.
(Does anyone have wine and all-ready-made chocolate cake for dievca?)