My OBT

What if you spent every day looking for One Beautiful Thing?


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The Real Glitteratti

Logan Hardcore is even good up close!

Logan Hardcore is even beautiful up close!

On September 6, all the professional sometimes-ladies put on their best finery and walked the runway at the Ice Palace at the Cherry Grove Hotel in Cherry Grove, Fire Island, New York, and once again, my camera and I were there! Continue reading


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Etsomnia™ Volume XII: Things to Hang* Yourself With

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Fantastic skill combined with atrocious taste.

*Please don’t.

et·som·ni·a (/etˈsämnēə/), noun, 1. a sleep disorder caused by obsessive Etsy browsing. 2. the surprising arrival of weird handmade merchandise ordered in one’s sleep.

During my search for the Etsy disasters and desirables in last week’s Fail Edition, I came across such an embarrassment of tragic neckwear, I decided they needed their own Etsomnia™ post. Continue reading


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Retro Snark:

 

judge 9 Judge was a weekly satirical magazine published in the U.S. from 1881 to the mid forties. Its covers have long been avidly sought by collectors for their gorgeous, lush illustrations and witty content. Started by a group of disgruntled former Puck Magazine writers and artists, it served as the launching pad for quite a few notable careers, including Harold Ross, who used his experience on Judge to start The New Yorker in 1925. The New Yorker eventually became its main competitor, and Judge finally lost the circulation wars in 1947. Continue reading


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Etsomnia™ Volume XI: Fail is in the Air?

et·som·ni·a (/etˈsämnēə/), noun, 1. a sleep disorder caused by obsessive Etsy browsing. 2. the surprising arrival of weird handmade merchandise ordered in one’s sleep.

Okay, I might have doctored this a little. However, the sideways kidney was already there.

“No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal face.” ― John Donne, who should prepare to be disappointed

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You’ve Got (Snail) Mail!

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Janice MacLeod

This started out being a post about a great idea, some very appealing art, and a lovely gift that my mother would have loved. But the more I read about Janice MacLeod, the more interested I became in her story.  Continue reading