Marilyn Monroe week

Hello Vintage Dames and Dudes!

We should be saying Happy Monday - but we know we are rather tardy types; as hard as we try not to be!!

However, this is an important week on the blog though and we wanted to get it started with a playlist from this week's theme - the iconic Marilyn Monroe, who really needs little introduction. 

We'll be updating again later with more wonderful Marilyn-themed posts.

glam rock playlist

Happy Monday, Vintage Dames and Dudes!

We hope you had a glorious weekend.

It's a new theme for the week on the blog... we're looking at the fabulously sparkly Glam Rock era!

Here's a little playlist to start your week, with the Glam Rock giants T Rex, Bowie and Iggy Pop, plus Golden Earring and a song that Em loves, by Mud. Enjoy!

dances through the decades

Hello Vintage Dames and Dudes!
We hope you had a wonderful weekend.
It's a brand new week and that means a brand new theme on the blog. This week, we're looking at vintage dances through the ages and the fashion that went with them - things like 90's rave neon, 70's disco sparkle and 50's Lindy Hop getups! 
To get things started, here's a dance-themed playlist just for you.

vintage songs about summer

It's a brand new week and that usually means a brand new theme on the the blog! 
But we feel feel there's still so much to celebrate.
It's summer, for one. Ice cream, beaches, holidays, adventures, tan lines, flip flops. What's not to get excited about?
So, we're going to keep celebrating with more shimmer and sparkle. We'll be talking about more vintage costume jewelry designers and bringing you lots more pretty things to look at.
To get you in the mood for celebrating summer, here's a little playlist!
Have a great Tuesday,
~ The Dames.

a little retro psychedelia to liven up the work week

As you will see from an earlier post, I only have to take a little drive around in my Dad's car to let my mind wander back to the swinging sixties. It's the music I was raised on and yes, despite the fact that I did not even come into this colorful world until 1984, I still seem to have an overwhelming affinity with headbands and a secret habit of telling myself that I belong at Woodstock. 


This weekend, in my Dad's car, I had to skip through a few dubious and unexpected Annie Lennox horrors;  but sure enough, the familiar childhood sound of grainy, happy vocals blasted through the speakers. (And I do mean blasted - I swear the man is going deaf). Though this time, there were not the simple 4-chord riffs of the Beatles et al; but something  a little more experimental.