Jun 23 2008
Me and My Wardrobe
Ahh, Woolslinger, (by the way, Eddie is in Portland on July 15th) if you ever find yourself around these parts, stop by for some (okay, lots) of wine and a stroll through my closet(s). I practically live in a textile museum. Back before the hubs and I jumped the broom we went to a lot of parties, the kinds of parties where most of the guests had stylists. I prided myself on having cooler clothes than the professionals. Also, I worked for a design firm where one of my co-workers insisted on keeping the place at a median temperature of 48 degrees. Coffee and a mindboggling collection of jackets were the only ways I staved off hypothermia. I also wore really tall boots and had not yet chopped off my hair. Picture Adam Ant, basically, but with a lot more hair.
I knew J.Peterman way before Seinfeld and spent a sizable chunk of my income there. Every day was my own personal costume party. British navy officer’s coat? Yes, please. Tallulah Bankhead tea gown in champagne or black? Oh, why choose? Vintage top hat with velvet band and veil, circa 1908? Bitch you are coming home with me! (you’d be surprised just how many times I have worn that, actually.)
In a past life perhaps I was a Belle Epoque man of fashion, or a silent screen movie extra? More likely I was the kleptomaniac sexually confused valet who dressed up in cast off evening wear in my cold furnished room under the eaves. Eddie could totally play me in the movie.
9 Responses to “Me and My Wardrobe”
Um, at the risk of freaking you right the hell out, I also knew of J. Peterman before Seinfeld and used to own some of their fine clothing.
Like Cake or Death, I consider it a barometer of true coolness.
I knew of J. Peterman and while in the deep south heard a Pinkerton man say in a public place that this is where the “communist” got their clothes.
Put the clothes outlet right at the top of my “cool” list.
Getting Eddie Izzard’s inseam…I’ve just added another item to Do Before I Die List.
Communists shopping at Peterman? Socialists maybe…but socialists with really good taste.
What a coincidence! In a past life I was a cantankerous scholarly gentleman of leisure, wrapped up in tweedy woollens and reading dusty books by people long dead. The husband won’t let me start smoking a pipe, so I have to settle for drinking lots of cream teas and often exclaiming, “Well I never!” and “Poppycock!” If I’m ever in your area, or you in mine, we’ll certainly get together and be outdated old men together.
PS. July 20 is my birthday. Eddie birthday present?!?!?
The word communist in the late sixties was code word for “shit” ..these little pinko guys in their suits did not fool any of us …we knew their night activities included sheets.
The push/pull word then was communist…you could get the sheriff out of his tv chair to go check out something called a communist.
Because J. Peterman was a catalog from the OMG North…we would know from the postmaster if any one in town was “associating” with these commies.
Being a “Feral Kat” married at 14 they always told me they were watching me.Creeps actually could see in the shower window…ahhh. good times
They fostered a love in me of all things Northern and Jewish…Jews as was explained to me were blacks in white mens clothing.
Now you know why I joined the Tribe.
‘ A quick note on the sheriff
He had the unfortunate timing to have a kid in high school when He got carried a way while watching the show “Gunsmoke” He shot the tv trying to out shoot the main character. You just can not make this stuff up. god it was funny
PS……
LOVE THe new picture!
When I look at your work I can see my angels playing in between the colors with you. It seems so oddly familiar.
Love ya
Seriously Kat, write the autobiography already. At the very least it’s a Lifetime movie, hell, you have lived through enough stuff to do a trilogy.