Tuesday, December 23, 2008

Merry Christmas & Happy Chanukah To All!


I am off to a dear male friend's yacht, the better to escape the frigid New York City winds (no names, you know I am the essence of secrecy, unless it's not about moi). Dear little Bucky tends to get a bit seasick, but as long as he vomits on the servants, that should not be a problem. I shall be gone until after the holiday at the very least!

Merry Christmas and Happy Chanukah to all of my beloved readers, far and wide. May your wishes come true in 2009, be they for health, happiness or something a bit more twisted. I am a woman of broad mind and loose morals, so I do not judge.

Joyeux Noël et Chanukah heureux, chéris !

Elisa & Bucky the Wonderdog

Thursday, December 18, 2008

Christmas Gift Ideas For Milady On Sale Now!


Not only are we feverishly working to list gowns, we are stocking our store with gift ideas for all budgets and tastes! Particularly if Milady loves vintage! (You can buy gifts for yourself as well, we won't tell.)

These items can be found at Elisa's Bodacious House of Style:

If you want to, as they say, "knock her socks off," give the gift of total luxury, including this spectacular sheared beaver jacket, listed at my Fashiondig store:


And much more! Back to scream at my assistant...a woman's work is never done, particularly when the help are such idiots.

Elisa & Bucky the Wonderdog

Monday, December 15, 2008

Plus Size Holiday Dresses Up Now!


Did you really think I would neglect my beloved readers in their holiday time of need? Perish the thought! We have been working feverishly in my atelier, readying a group of party dresses guaranteed to make you the woman every man wants to get to know! Here is a sampling of what will be going up this week at Elisa's Bodacious House of Style:

That is but a small sampling of delights to come! So go to http://stores.ebay.com/Elisas-Bodacious-House-of Style and revel in the selection!

Elisa & Bucky the Wonderdog

Tuesday, December 09, 2008

Lana Turner On Life, Death, and B.F. Skinner


Last night I was visited by my dear dead friend Lana Turner. Has there ever been such a gorgeous creature?

I should preface this by telling my readers about my activity earlier in the evening: visiting a friend whose aunt had died recently. She needed help in selling her aunt's belongings (no clothes, but vous ne pouvez pas tout avoir).

In her aunt's bedroom, my friend sobbed in my arms. I thought about how often I have been at scenes such as this, since my business is at least partly through referrals. One arrives at the deceased's apartment or house, and there is always a distraught relative or two who not only need to sell their beloved's worldly goods but are plunged in grief to boot. Not a good combination. Ideally one is brought in after the family has packed up what they wanted and there is no one there but a worker or two. However, the circumstances are rarely ideal. My heart (yes, I have one) ached for my dear friend and the pain she was in.

When I returned to my beautiful Central Park West apartment and Bucky, I picked him up, despite his snarls. And thought about how very sad it all was, and how draining. But if one does not provide this service, what then? Dumpsters filled with "old junk," as the lumpkins call it.

As I sat, wrapped in mink and thought, Bucky struggling in my arms, Lana appeared to me, as beautiful as ever. It really is a pity she can't appear in color, but that's why they call them "shades."

"Hiya, kiddo," she greeted me. "Say, what's got you so down in the mouth?"

"It seems rather an odd thing to say to you," I replied, "but death. Death is so very depressing. Mine can be such a morbid profession, Lana."

She put her hands on her perfect hips. A tiny frown appeared. "Quit it, will you? And put that poor dog down before he bites your hand again. Remember how last time you had to go to the emergency room? Anyway, yes, there's no two ways around it, death is no song and dance. I've seen it from both sides, kiddo, and I know. But you know the old saying, without death there is no life."

"I've never heard of such a thing." Bucky's growls were reaching a crescendo. Rather than have my petal-soft skin pierced by sharp miniature pinscher teeth, I let Bucky slide to the floor, where he promptly began gnawing on what used to be a stuffed toy.

"Something like that. You know, cycles, to everything there is a season, turn, turn, turn, gee, philosophy gets me all mixed up." Lana folded her arms. "It's like that question the guy asked in the Miss Universe contest a few years ago. He asked one of the girls: If you could live forever, would you and why? She came back with, I would not live forever, because we should not live forever, because if we were supposed to live forever, then we would live forever, but we cannot live forever, which is why I would not live forever. You get me?"

For once, your faithful correspondent was stuck for an answer.

"Listen, dying stinks, no two ways about it. Having someone you love die also stinks. But being dead isn't so bad. You meet a lot of fascinating people in the afterlife. I met John Kenneth Galbraith. Didn't understand a word he said, but he was cute!"

"You think every man is cute, Lana dear." I could not help smiling. "And you are right, it is part of the eternal cycle. And my tiny--although integral--part in it is to keep precious objects from vanishing into garbage piles on tugboats, or being made into rag bundles." I sat up. "You know, I feel better already. Why don't we go into my sitting room and catch up on all of the gossip? Between the living and the dead, there is miles of territory to cover!"

"You're telling me?" she giggled. "Wait til I tell you about spending some time with B.F. Skinner--talk about peculiar! He kept talking about putting me in a box and giving me food pelletts. What kind of crazy fetish is that?"

"Most dead intellectuals are a bit insane, my dear."

"By the way, Bucky has an ear infection. That's why he's being such a little grump."

"Why thank you, Lana! Off to the vet first thing in the AM!"

We headed for the sitting room for a refreshing cocktail; at least, for moi.

I'm afraid the rest of our chat will have to remain confidential. Thank goodness for Lana Turner. For a dead movie star, she has an uncommon amount of common sense.

Elisa & Bucky the Wonderdog

Saturday, December 06, 2008

The Rumors Aren't True...Anna Wintour STAYS!


Imagine my relief when I read numerous rebuttals to the rumor thatmy darling Anna Wintour would be replaced at Vogue! Si Newhouse and even Roitfeld's daughter have said absolutely non to the proposed change.

Les mots ne peuvent exprimer mon secours.

My sincerest apologies to any French friends my previous entry might have offended, but I was writing (or dictating, as the case may be) out of pure emotion. A mixture of terror, grief, and a fear that suddenly American females would be expected not to wear lipstick anymore.

More later, mon chers -

Elisa & Bucky the Wonderdog

Tuesday, December 02, 2008

Mon Dieu! Terrible Rumors About Anna Wintour!!!


As you know, I am the last word in discreet. Far be it from moi to spread rumors, but possibly terrible news has reached my shell-like ears:

Anna Wintour may be replaced at Vogue!

Non! Il ne peut pas être! C'est un scandale, je vous le dis, un crime au-delà des mots! Je suis sans voix! Les mots me manquent! Non! Non!


I knew there had to be a reason she had gone blonde.

According to online sources, Condé Nast overlord Si Newhouse departed early for his annual three-week December vacation in Vienna. It seems that he needed time for a meeting with French Vogue's éditeur de femmes Carine Roitfeld! Oh, the humanity!

But how can the editor of such a small part of the Condé Nast empire fill Anna's exquisitely fitted high heels? No one loves the French better than moi, but let us be entirely honest, mon cher readers. During Spring Fashion Week, Roitfeld confessed to disliking business, to being a stylist first and foremost. The Français diable must have been talking out of the other side of her face, if you get my drift.
The woman doesn't even wear lipstick! Yes, yes, we all blather about how stylish the Parisians are, but do you think Roitfeld has what it takes to oversee a magazine that speaks to millions of American readers?? Next to America, France is a bit of a cow town, no matter how many books Americans write about Frenchwomen never being fat. (I've seen them, and I know what a base canard that is.)

This is like asking Sarah Palin to be President. Thank GOD it never came to that!

And what will happen to darling Andre Leon Talley? We've reconciled since his (ugh) friendship with Rachel Zoe. We simply have an agreement that he never mentions her name in front of me, or I will sic Bucky the Wonderdog on him. Where will Andre go? I simply cannot envision him hosting a show on the Style Network! Oh, how the mighty might fall!

The word is that this is part of a cost-cutting move by Newhouse because Mens Vogue and Fashion Rocks have flopped, and dear Anna commands a two million dollar salary. Plus perks and undying devotion from yours truly.
One hopes Anna can find comfort in the arms of Roger Federer. Failing him, Michael Phelps. Phelps will sleep with anyone when he's drunk enough, although you didn't hear it from moi.

Now, how on earth did I get into the topic of Michael Phelps's sex life?? I am sorry to be getting so exercised, I must go lie down and have the maid dab my temples with eau-de-cologne. Oh, the economy!

Elisa & Bucky the Wonderdog

Monday, December 01, 2008



Cyber Monday is here...now, will somebody explain to me what that is?

I believe one is supposed to trumpet one's merchandise on sale to drum up business. How this differs from all of the other times is beyond me, but since my email box is overflowing with emails screaming "CYBER MONDAY", I suppose I must scamper with the other lemmings.

First of all, as you know, in my (ugh) Ebay store, Elisa's Bodacious House of Style, I'm strewing bargains right and left! First, this enormous wholesale lot of over 100 items of men's and women's vintage in three huge boxes, described in an earlier entry:

Ending over the next two days,
a) this heavy wool tweed black and white vintage coat, XXL, with flecks of bright blue and red in the tweed:


b) This 80s acidwashed unisex jacket, with pearly beaded trim on the front and back yoke, back seam, and silver topstitching:

c) These blue satin pumps, size 12M, with rhinestone-studded bows on the toes, originally $135:

d) This glamorous nylon jersey Empire Waist evening gown, trimmed with silver pearl bead embroidery around the neckline and bust, XXL:

e) To smell like heaven, dust this Hypnotique by Max Factor dusting powder over yourself. Comes sealed, with powder and monogrammed satin puff!


Meanwhile, over at the Mad Fashionista's Plus Size Boutique on Specialist Auctions, you can find gems such as this elegant emerald Bill Levkoff off-the-shoulder evening gown, size 1X:


How about this vintage 30s gold lame' evening clutch, dahlings?


If you are willing to splurge a bit more, at the Mad Fashionista's Plus Size Boutique on Fashiondig, you'll find these treasures. We're still getting established over there, so the selection is not quite as large as at my other shops, but do go have a look.

What about this magnificent heavy silk jacquard gold dress, size XL, to go with your clutch?

There is this sheared honey beaver vintage custom made ski jacket, size XL, as soft as a cloud!


A glam-rock 70s silver faux leather floor-length coat, size M/L with rhinestone buttons and a back belt:


A vintage black/white cross mink beret:


Any item purchased from my shops can be gift-wrapped and sent to the recipient of your choice. Just let me know and I'll get one of my assistants on it. Not the one who got her hands all wrapped up in packing tape, of course.

Elisa & Bucky the Wonderdog

Friday, November 28, 2008

Black Friday & The Vintage Blow Out Sale On Ebay


It's Black Friday, and this week the vintage sellers on (ugh) Ebay are having a Vintage Blow Out Sale. Everything--clothes, jewels, accessories--is on sale for $19.99 or less, mostly less.

I myself have listed some things in my little shop. Do go have a look, won't you? Remember, it's cheaper and safer to shop online!

For example, this fascinating estate ceramic earring and brooch set, probably Japanese in origin:

Or this pretty sheer printed rayon 1940s dress with a gathered skirt and large pockets:

Happy shopping! Just type "VBO" into the search subject line and use "ending soonest" in the drop-down menu instead of the diabolical "Best Match". You'll be up to your eyes in bargains before you know it.

And if you are looking for a truly MASSIVE bargain, I'm selling over 100 pieces of men's and women's vintage clothing and accessories for less than $4.00 a piece. Hard to believe, I know, but there are Oscar de la Rentas, mint condition thigh-high stockings, and men's suits by Hart, Schaffner & Marx in these lovely brand new cardboard boxes:


Elisa & Bucky The Wonderdog

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

Bringing Beauty to Washington, DC!


With the upcoming inauguration of President-elect Obama, the media has begun squawking away about the impending "return to glamour" and "re-emergence of Camelot" and similar nonsense. Female politicos are panicking. Suddenly there is tremendous pressure about not appearing their best in the new administration. During the Bush administration one could look like a billy goat and it did not hurt one's credibility. In fact, it helped.

But with the elegant Michelle Obama becoming First Lady, suddenly all of the Capitol Hill femmes, particularly those of high profile and dumpy blue suits, are terrified that they will be scrutinized as closely as celebrities. That could mean appearing in the pages of "US" magazine in the "Why Did She Wear That??" section. And then how could you get your appropropriations bill passed?

So, your faithful correspondent and an entourage of assistants were whisked off to Washington this past weekend with a truckload of designer fashions! We were booked into several suites in the fabulous Willard Hotel on Pennsylvania Avenue, a mere block or two away from the White House. My hand still aches from signing all of those confidentiality agreements!

Our floor had to be "Secret Service Cleared" so that all of the luminaries could be fitted in comfort and safety. Several lady Secret Service agents requested their uniforms be tailored in a more shapely cut. My seamstresses had their work cut out for them (pardon the pun), particularly because of the body armor and holsters.

The biggest obstacle to my work was not the figures of the women--I believe there is beauty in every shape and size, as you well know. It was the mindset: rigid conformity to outdated fashion norms, fear of change, fear of appearing "weak" if wearing anything too feminine. Since you, my faithful readers, know that I do not appear "weak" in the least, even wearing a wisp of chiffon and stiletto heels, you also know that these fears were simply too maddening! Several times I had to retire to the hotel's Round Robin Bar for a quick mojito to quell my rising temper.

Difficult clients are one thing; but difficult clients with immense legislative power must be handled with tact and delicacy, something I could only manage with some alcohol sloshing through my system.

If I may opine for a moment, I believe that suits are detrimental to women in politics. For one thing, female politicians have to wave all of the time. And we know that suits bunch up and pull over to one side when a woman waves--particularly if there are shoulder pads. Now, we are used to men looking that awkward, but women should be spared. Hillary Clinton, if you are reading this, please do stop wearing suits! You have such lovely curves, why not a dress now and then?

Oh, and the Inaugural Ball gowns...MTV is hosting the Inaugural Ball, which also wreaked emotional (and public relations) havoc amongst the women. High-neck? Low-neck? Contemporary look? Conservative? (You try getting a Republican who isn't Sarah Palin to wear a fitted, low-cut gown...a recipe for blinding migraines, mon chers.)

However, I was flown back from Washington, the trunks empty, my coffers bulging, and my wrist aching. If I have just a tiny bit of impact on how women in Washington look, that is all I ask.

That, and a hefty fee.

God Bless America.


Elisa & Bucky The Wonderdog

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

Super-Sized Beautiful Clothes At the House of Style!


I've just returned from Washington, D.C., where my services were urgently needed (to be detailed in a later entry).

While I have been away some of my staff have been laboring to get some lovely pieces listed.

There are a number of new supersized garments just waiting for the fuller-figured fashionista in my (ugh) Ebay store. Such as this beautiful velvet minidress or long shirt in bright lipstick red, 6X:

And this glittery gold top, size 10X:

For dreamy, glamorous nights, this satin robe, also in lipstick red, 8x:

(Hint to the gentlemen: this is also in gold, and either would make a simply luscious gift!)

There is much more to come, dahlings, so keep checking back at Elisa's Bodacious House of Style. The direct link is to your right under my picture.

Elisa & Bucky the Wonderdog

Monday, November 17, 2008

Just In Time For The Holidays - A NEW Venue!


I'm extending my global reach yet again, with yet another fine shop! You might call it an outgrowth of my flagship store, The Mad Fashionista's Plus Size Boutique on Specialist Auctions.

This is The Mad Fashionista's Plus Size Boutique on Fashiondig, where the elite meet to spend money, even in the recession. Their approach is different from both SA and (ugh) Ebay in that they do the packing and shipping. Since my assistant is completely inept at both (have you ever seen a young woman break down in tears because her hands are wrapped in packing tape?) this will take some of the burden off of my perfectly formed shoulders.

Here are some lavish delights I have listed there so far, custom-made for a tall, buxom, elegant woman (like moi) in the 1950s and 1960s:

Sheared Honey Beaver Ski Jacket, XXL Tall, Near Mint!

Dazzling Gold Silk Jacquard Wiggle Dress with Matching Jacket, XL, Mint!

In addition, this beautiful beaded black and silver gown by Jovani from the 1980s:

And this super-chic Audrey Hepburn-style 50s fur felt velour platter hat by Best & Company!

Simply click on this blog entry's title to be taken to my new store! It is a shame this is the Internet, otherwise I would be there to greet you with a glass of champagne. But do go take a look round and pretend I am there, that will take away some of pain.

Happy shopping!

Elisa & Bucky the Wonderdog

Thursday, November 13, 2008

More About Tziporah Salamon And The Fabric Of Her Life


I am sorry this could not be posted earlier, but Ms. Salamon is a very busy woman and it had to be done by my least favorite form of communication, email.

One memory I had noted during our conversation was, that when she was a young girl, she would choose her outfit according to her Vera scarf for the day. Her long hair was worn in the low ponytail that was popular then (the early 1960s), parted in the middle, and she would choose the scarf of the moment. Then build her clothing around the scarf. That same rule holds true today, although the process is a bit different.

"I loved hats and found that they completed an outfit," she recalls, "So I started wearing them and then realized that I usually started with the hat and worked my way down, creating the outfit to go with the hat - and most of the hats are small, brimless - they just suit me better. I am always refining the look and it still continues - it's just that now I pretty much know what looks best on me and stick to it."

Tziporah has literally thousands of hats in her apartment, both on display and in pristine white hatboxes throughout her apartment, carefully conserved in acid-free white tissue paper. As as noted earlier, it took a long time for her style to develop.

"It was a lot of trial and error. I loved the Japanese designers immediately - Yohji Yamamoto, Comme de Garas, Issey Miyaki. I would have worn them exclusively, but could not afford them so I turned to vintage. Because the stuff was unique, relatively reasonable in price and much better made than contemporary clothes. I learned that I loved to dress like a Middle Eastern boy - one from Egypt or Palestine or Morocco - Jewish or Moslem it didn't matter as they basically dressed alike. Then, I fell in love with Chinese clothes. The embroidery just made me so happy to look at it. So I came to realize that I loved ethnic clothes more than European/Western garb. They were more exotic and spoke to my heart and soul. "

Ms. Salamon considered a career in fashion, but thought better of the idea, although she works as a stylist and teaches classes on how to dress. The idea for "The Fabric Of My Life" came through a class she teaches at Parsons twice a year, Dressing As An Art Form. Which she certainly does!

Eventually she developed the class into her current one woman show, which she has performed to enraptured audiences all over the city, in theaters, gardens, and now the Off Broadway Boutique. Once again, here is the information:

The performance will be one night only at one of the most glamorous shops in New York, the fabulous Off Broadway Boutique!

Mark your calendars, readers: Friday November 14th at 6:00 PM.

Admission is FREE, and not only that, wine and cheese will be served. The audience is invited for an evening of fashion, fun and shopping. It is located at 139 West 72nd Street. The web address is http://www.boutiqueoffbroadway.com/, so you can take a look at some of what they have to offer. RSVP to: boutiqueoffbroadway@verizon.net.

After this, Tziporah Salamon plans to continue to nurture her blossoming career as a stylist and teacher of chic. If you wish to learn more, please do visit her website at http://www.tziporahsalamon.com/. As she herself states, "What I love doing is teaching women how to dress: how to develop their own personal style and dress for their bodies and lifestyles, how to be creative with clothes. I want women to have more fun with clothes, to be more daring and not be afraid to stand out and look different."
And that is marvelous advice for women of ANY size, dahlings!

See you tomorrow, dahlings!


Elisa & Bucky the Wonderdog

Sunday, November 09, 2008

Regarding Link Exchanges, Dahlings...


If you want me, you're going to have to pay for it.

Recently, your faithful correspondent has been deluged with request for "link exchanges." Some are appropriate for my site, others are obviously automatically generated by those things called search bots. The links I show are the links I choose to show because I enjoy the content therein. There are other worthwhile links, and it seems the only practical solution is this:

IF you want your site on this blog, you may place an advertisement linking back to it. Do not ask me for a "link exchange." Instead, contact my staff for advertising rates.

This is the new policy going forward, dearest readers, and I do hope it will keep my sidebar from getting too bogged down. And moi as well, of course.

Elisa & Bucky The Wonderdog

Friday, November 07, 2008

Tziporah Salamon Off Broadway November 14th!

Entering Tziporah Salamon’s apartment is akin to entering an opulent grotto, filled with tapestries, adornments, pictures…Asian, Turkish, 1920s: something to feast your eyes on everywhere you look. As Bucky and I lounge on a divan covered with a "suzani," a spread from Uzbekistan, and many cushions, gazing upon shelves of books, purses, and incredible hats, Tziporah enters her sitting room like a creature from another time and place.

She settles me in with a cup of green tea and a dish of figs and dates, and shows me pictures from her life. My eye had been caught by a student ID saying “Lynn Salamon.”

After the family moved from Israel to America when Tziporah was nine, “The other kids made fun of me because of my name,” she says. “The most popular girl’s names were Linda and Susan. Susan? No. I wanted something more sophisticated. So I chose Lynn. I told everyone, my name is Lynn now.” Tziporah uses the word “sophisticated” a great deal, and it suits her.

She handles her body like a dancer, wearing a black fringed tunic and matching fringed pants, barefoot with red toenails that match her red lipstick. Her brown hair is cut short, the better to go under the tight small hats she favors. Sitting on the floor, Tziporah shows me photographs as she narrates her life story, which will be explored in more detail in a later entry.

Speaking of which, that life story is going to be PERFORMED by Tziporah Salamon as “The Fabric Of My Life,” which is described as a “sartorial autobiography in which she uses stories, anecdotes and costume changes to tell the story of her life in clothes.”

The performance will be one night only at one of the most glamorous shops in New York, the fabulous Off Broadway Boutique! Mark your calendars, readers: Friday November 14th at 6:00 PM.

Admission is FREE, and not only that, wine and cheese will be served. The audience is invited for an evening of fashion, fun and shopping. It is located at 139 West 72nd Street. The web address is http://www.boutiqueoffbroadway.com/, so you can take a look at some of what they have to offer. RSVP to: boutiqueoffbroadway@verizon.net.

You can trust moi when I say that Off Broadway has some of the most marvelous things in New York, including designer and vintage clothes and jewelry. I will certainly be in attendance.

Tziporah has (like moi) been profiled in The New York Times, and was the “star” of the April Manhattan Vintage Show (cf. my earlier entry) where we first bonded over her matchless style. She is also a favorite subject of Bill Cunningham, the street fashion photographer of The Times. Her website is http://www.tziporahsalamon.com/.

With her father a tailor and her mother a seamstress, Tziporah was born into a family where clothing was the focal point of existence. Another entry will be coming soon about her life and style evolution, and most important, the clothes! Oh mon Dieu, the clothes! I’ve seen them in person, and I’m still vibrating with desire. The coat shown in the last picture is from the Ottoman Empire. Among her enormous hat collection are hats from Dior, innumerable 20s beaded cloches, and many small ethnic embroidered hats from throughout the century.

Treat yourself to her matchless style and make sure that you come to "The Fabric of My Life." It is a chance to see a woman like no other in a setting where you can drink for free and shop as well. Can life get any better?

Well, George Clooney could be there, but a girl can't be too greedy. More to come about Tziporah soon!

Elisa & Bucky the Wonderdog

Photos by Carole Cutner

Wednesday, November 05, 2008

Barack Obama Elected President!


I held a gathering of selected friends, both Democrat and Republican, to watch the election results. As the evening went on (and the cocktail consumption increased), the Democrats grew louder and happier and the Republicans grew quieter. Finally they went into the corner of the room and started muttering amongst themselves. Ever the gracious hostess, I adjured them to return to the party, but "party" was definitely the wrong choice of words. "We did, and look where it got us!" one of my guests snapped at me.

I chose to overlook his rudeness and return to the center of the room. When Obama was announced the winner, there was an eruption of cheers both in my living room and out on the street. His speech was quite stirring (even if the occasional cutaways to Oprah Winfrey and her strangely drooping false eyelashes were a distraction). Even your faithful correspondent found herself smiling and brushing away a tear or two.

The only questions I have after last night are:
What was Michelle Obama thinking with that dress??

Here is a graciously stylish woman, wearing a black and red fright that made her look like she had what the tabloids love to call a huge "baby bump". Had she been temporarily possessed by Sharon Osbourne?

What will Sarah Palin do with those clothes? My guess is that they will be donated to the Palin Foundation For Empty Closets, located in Wasilla. Call it intuition.

Elisa & Bucky the Wonderdog

Monday, November 03, 2008

Remember to VOTE, Dahlings!


They are warning here in New York City that the lines will be long at the polling places. I did my level best to convince the local officials to allow me to vote from the privacy of my own home, or at the very least provide a chair for me to sit in comfortably while I waited, but no. I refuse to wear flats, even for my country. There is a limit to patriotism.

Of course, I could try to be there at 6 AM, when my local polls open, but really...! It's all I can do to arise before noon, how can they expect a woman to be there at such an ungodly hour? How bourgeois. Be that as it may, Bucky and I will be there tomorrow, ready to cast my/our vote. If I have to mill around with the great unwashed, so be it.

People who proudly proclaim they don't vote are beneath contempt, in my unhumble opinion. Perhaps nothing profoundly different will come of this election, but that does not allow one to remove oneself entirely from the democratic process that America was founded upon. (Having to think all of the Deep Thoughts I have had to in recent days has given me such a long-lasting, pounding headache I simply cannot wait for this all to be over.)

When it is, I can give myself over to the truly important thing in life: Fashion In The True Sense.

Unless, God help us, Sarah Palin gets into office. Imagine: one malignant carcinoma away from the presidency.

I shall see you at the polls...but please do not approach me.

Elisa & Bucky the Wonderdog

Thursday, October 30, 2008

Sarah Palin's $150K Makeover: The Common Touch


So, is this what would happen if a hockey mom won the lottery?

The newspapers have been buzzing with the news that the Republican National Committee decided to play Rachel Zoe with Sarah Palin to the tune of $150,000. Although your faithful correspondent feels that the RNC did a better job than Zoe would—one shudders to think of Palin giving her acceptance speech, hair parted in the middle, in a swirling tiered oversized chiffon maxi dress. (But on the other hand, the question of Palin’s credibility would have been instantly moot.)

Despite her beauty queen past, Palin was perilously close to frumpy in the months before destiny descended on her vastly unprepared shoulders. She favored a frizzy upswept hairdo with highlights that seemed meant to blind oncoming moose at night. (Those Alaska roads can be so treacherous.) The woman wore fleece, for pity's sake; need one say more?

Over John McCain’s squeaky objections, Palin was selected to be the Vice Presidential nominee, and instantly the image machine went to work. In September and October make-up artist Amy Strozzi earned about $36,000 and her hair stylist Angela Lew earned $19,000. There are moments when one thinks they are trying to remake her into a younger, sexier Elizabeth Dole. (Who, by the way, now has blinding blonde highlights of her own.) Department stores were looted for designer labels: St. John, my darling Oscar de la Renta, and Escada. Palin’s hair was darkened, smoothed, and she was even convinced to wear it down around her shoulders. (Cf. my earlier entry: "Sarah Palin - A Man Made Woman?")

Her clothing is carefully chosen to show off her trim figure, which GOP consultants feel “appeals to white male voters.” We already know she does not need to actually wear glasses, but without them she would look so generic one could not tell which politician’s fashionable wife she was.

For her acceptance speech she wore a beautiful silk shantung Valentino outfit. Many of her outfits feature belts around the waist or an hourglass cut, and she is often seen striding about in boots. Perhaps that appeals to “white male voters who long to be spanked.” Stranger things have happened in politics.

However, it does dent Palin’s image as a hard-working middle class mom (toting around her tot helps…personally, I think it is either kept heavily drugged or she is carrying a large doll. What sort of child never cries or throws up on the person carrying it? That is why I never handle children, myself).

She claims she will give the clothes to charity after she is elected. That’s a bit like saying vous donner la cher de vol de steak après avoir mangé, for lack of a better metaphor. The woman has even been reduced, in interviews, to cataloging what does and does not belong to her whenever she steps out fully dressed. (At least that way she doesn’t have to answer any hard questions about foreign policy or who Henry Paulson is and why she should care.

Now, a confession. I think the RNC does have quite good taste in clothes, if a touch bland. Certainly better than poor Cindy McCain, who always looks like she just put her finger in a light socket when she’s on the public stage.

Michelle Obama has beautiful taste in clothes as well and always has. For that she has been called “elitist.” Apparently it’s “elitist” to buy your own designer clothes, and “common” to allow rich white men to buy them for you.

Which, upon reflection, seems oddly appropriate, don’t you think? One supposes that appeals to "white male voters who wish they could afford a trophy Vice President."

Elisa & Bucky the Wonderdog

Tuesday, October 28, 2008

More Pretties At The Bodacious House of Style!


In my few spare moments, I have been listing some lovely pieces at Elisa's Bodacious House of Style on (ugh) Ebay. Despite my dislike of the place, you can still find luscious merchandise presented by moi.

This lovely blue rhinestone front vintage maxi dress, size L:

A New Without Tags black velvet stretch dress, size 22W


This exquisite necklace made of platinum over sterling silver, with a 14k gold accent on the front and a genuine amethyst pendant:

And much more to come!

Elisa & Bucky the Wonderdog

Friday, October 24, 2008

The Economy Is Vintage As Well!


One simply cannot turn on the radio or television without hearing some "pundit" proclaiming that our economy is in the worst shape since 1929/1930/1931/1932/take your pick. So very depressing, even to someone whose portfolio is solid as mine. In other words, I feel your pain, mes amis.

That makes this simply the ideal time to find vintage bargains online, be they at my little shops, on Specialist Auctions, or even on (ugh) Ebay. Sellers have to make a living, you know--present company excepted--and now you can do your best for our economy by shopping!

For instance, this silky 1920s black dress, XL from Wyoming Vintage on Specialist Auctions:

Or this 1930 vintage farm feedsack dress from Voodoo Vintage, also on Specialist Auctions:

And from my favorite SA seller, Born Too Late Vintage, this beautiful black derby hat:

Remember, reduce, reuse, recycle -- wear vintage!

Elisa & Bucky the Wonderdog

Saturday, October 18, 2008

A Letter From Some Colorado Doctors...


At first I resisted, but then I felt I simply had to bring this letter to your attention. It is was sent to me by a dear friend from the past, and I have reprinted it from http://squarestate.net/diary/6932/#35532. Your faithful correspondent has never been in Colorado, nor does she ever intend to be in Colorado, but as the old saying goes, "it could happen here."


A 62-year-old man, who we'll call Joe Smith, came to the emergency room for the third time in 2 weeks. He had no other place to go. Two weeks before, at another hospital, he had been diagnosed with cancer. Only he didn't have health insurance, because neither of his two jobs offered coverage.

Joe couldn't afford to buy an individual health policy and was too young to qualify for Medicare. Now, because of his cancer, no insurer would accept him. It was an all-too-familiar American tragedy. Joe needed his cancer treated, but without insurance the cost of treatment threatened to bankrupt his family. To date Joe's cancer remains untreated.

LindaB :: A Message from Colorado Doctors
As physicians in Colorado (see our signatures below), we see a case like Joe's every day. As doctors, we see it as our ethical obligation to advocate for the interests of our patients. In this year's presidential election, John McCain and Barack Obama offer two starkly different visions of what is wrong with our healthcare system and two different prescriptions for "change".

Sen. McCain's plan focuses on an unregulated market for health insurance, makes no commitment to provide insurance to all U.S. citizens, and doesn't address the health delivery system. His plan uses the $360 billion/year of new taxes generated by eliminating the current employer/employee pre-tax exclusion for health insurance benefits to create credits for buying individual health insurance in an unregulated market. The consequence for Colorado could be fewer employers contributing to health insurance, increased taxes on workers, fewer people able to afford insurance and growth in the number of uninsured.

Sen. Obama's plan provides access to guaranteed, affordable insurance. His plan allows those who like their employer based insurance to keep it. For those without good health insurance his plan creates new, affordable insurance options by pooling them into larger risk pools. In each case, premiums and direct costs will be made affordable, and people will not have to fear losing their coverage or entering bankruptcy if someone in their family becomes ill.

America's health care system is broken. A privileged few can get extraordinary health care. However, compared to most developed countries, the overall quality of our healthcare is poor; management of chronic illness is limited; and investment in health information systems that improve care is minimal. Our system is the most expensive system in the world, but in Colorado alone we have almost 800,000 men, women, and children living without health insurance. An additional 500,000 Coloradans are underinsured. This lack of insurance is associated with early death and disability. It leaves thousands of Coloradans one illness away from personal bankruptcy.

For Joe and all of our patients who are uninsured, underinsured or will become newly uninsured under McCain's plan we are speaking out. We believe Sen. Obama's plan can lead us closer to an affordable, equitable, and accountable health care delivery system that secures our patient's future.

Suzanne Brandenburg, MD
Laura Donigan, MD
Daniel Jamieson, MD
Danielle Loeb, MD
Joel S. Levine, MD
Judy Zerzan, MD
Agreed with and signed by an additional 96 physicians and 21 medical students from Colorado


My goodness, I really have to stop this political jag I have been on, dahlings. I am actually starting to watch CNN over my assistant's shoulder, and after the season finale of Project Runway I watched the last part of the presidential debate!

Has anyone noticed how oddly assymetrical Sen. McCain's face is? His consultants should only have him photographed from the right, so that you don't notice that odd little bulge on one side. And besides, it's only fitting that he be photographed from the right, don't you think?

Elisa & Bucky the Wonderdog

Friday, October 17, 2008

Soon To Be Listed In The Bodacious House of Style!


As you well know, (ugh) Ebay is not my favorite place on the planet, however, one must make oneself available to as much of the vast, panting public as humanly possible. So here for your delectation is some of the truly dazzling jewelry I shall be listing in the coming week. Some of it is already listed!

Vintage 1950s cats-eye glasses brooch with genuine rhinestones on the ends:

Vintage 1950 high-end rhinestone necklace and large earring set, still in the original box:

Vintage 1960s hippie bohemian "evil eye" bead necklace:

Vintage faux amber necklace:

So do take a look, dahlings!

Elisa & Bucky The Wonderdog