Lost my source (sorry!) 1862 Costume Ball. Photographer: Joseph Albert (Don’t know who originally found the source but cheers!)
2. Portrait of two ladies at Märchenball von “Jung-München” (one of the three great art societies in Munich) in costume. Photographed by Franz Hanfstaengl. c. 1862
3. Portrait of participant of the Märchenball von “Jung-München” (one of the three great art societies in Munich) in costume. Photographed by Franz Hanfstaengl. c. 1862
4. Anna Pavlova Dressed in costume for The fairy doll - photograph by Matzene Studio - c. possibly 1916
I know in the past few weeks I have gone quite a bit off topic and posted things about my personal life. I try very hard not to do this since the OB is primarily a blog about history and costuming. One of the best parts about social media is the fact that we can share things so quickly. I can post this from Tennessee and have someone on the other side of the world read it five seconds after it’s been published. I also feel that (and apologies to Stan Lee) with blogging, comes great responsibility. I’ve been so hesitant about posting this story, there have been so many times when I’ve had this story ready to post and clicked cancel. But Emma is not cooperating with her naptime and she has made me smile so hard that I think she deserves to be shared with everyone.
There are so many types of heroes in this world, I personally live with one. But I feel that this type of hero doesn’t often get the credit they should. This type of hero is the one who responds to the emergencies issued by man’s best friend. Today I would like to give back to an amazing company who has given me something that was missing in my life, my rescue puppy Emma.
18 days ago my mom and I walked in Petco in Germantown, Tennessee to pick up my brother’s rescue Lab Avery some yummy snacks, a new toy, and her food. I walked in and saw that a company called Guardian Angel Pet Rescue was visiting with rescue dogs for adoption. I was completely happy with my brothers dog until I saw this small bundle of black fur in a crate. She opened her eyes and I asked if I could touch her, then I asked if I could open the crate and pet her, then hold her, and then I asked my mom if I could keep her. When she looked in my eyes I knew with everything in my body that this baby was coming home with me, she would never want for anything. My mom started filling out the paperwork because I couldn’t let her go. She was so still in my arms, the most trusting little thing and I started telling her how she would have a bed and bowls and toys and would never ever be cold or hungry again and she licked me right on the cheek.
Her rescue mother came over and started telling me about how my little girl came into their care. Emma was found when she was about a month old wandering the streets in a bad, bad section of town. She was suffering with mange and when they took her home they discovered she had parvo.
Saturday I went to get the second set of Em’s shots and when we walked in everyone was in a state of complete disbelief, is this Heidi (the name they called her), was I sure? She was so big, is she really a full blood lab (yes she is!). When I asked why all the surprise a phone was passed to me with the most pitiful picture of a puppy sitting in a pile of filth, the skin showing on it’s chest, skinny, just I can’t tell you the nightmares I’ve had thinking of that photo. When they told me that was Emma I sat down in the floor, gathered Ems in my arms and cried.
I cannot put into words the amazing things this group does for animals. Most people would have looked at Emma and said ‘there is no hope’ and Guardian Angels is the type of group to reply ‘why not? She deserves a chance’. I wanted so much to find a way to say thank you to the Guardian Angel Pet Rescue for fighting for Emma and for every animal in their care. The hours they put in, the battles they wage war against, and for the many lives they have won back from the very jaws of death.
So please take a moment to look at their website, if you live in the Midsouth think about rescuing a homeless animal who so desperately wants a good home.
Saving one animal will not change the world, but the world will change for that one animal. Adopt a homeless pet…
- See more at: http://guardianangelpetrescue.com/#sthash.R6O9hecG.dpuf
And because I was asked: It was a rocky start for Emma and Avery (my brothers rescue lab who is nearly two) but they are the best of friends. We are still crate training Ems but at night Avy will lay down next to her crate and sleep.
My dad just asked me what I wanted for Christmas and I may or may not have forwarded him an email with my details and attached a membership form for the British Hedgehog Preservation Society.
I really like Hedgehogs plus it’s only £7.50 to join XD.
My swans had BABIES!!!!
Ok so they aren’t my swans but I am quite fond of them. I feed them (fresh bread and lettuce don’t worry I’ve already read up on what to feed them) and I have lovingly named them Vickie and Bertie.
Anyway back to the babies! They have four cygnets named Alfred, Louise, Leopold and Beatrice (cookies if you get the reference to the names). The photo of the cygnet eating with his parents above is Alfred. I’ve noticed he hangs out with his parental unit more than his sibs!
This is the cutest thing ever and I adore the name of the breed!
This Chinese Crested Powder Puff dog can barely keep his eyes open as he’s buffeted by the gale force winds
Read more: http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-2036158/Hurricane-Katia-UK-Worst-storms-15-years-bring-blackouts-chaos.html#ixzz1Xoni2luf
Oh goodness. This doesn’t go with my theme but I had to share this story because it’s so touching.
“Our 14 year old dog, Abbey, died last month. The day after she died, my 4 year old daughter Meredith was crying and talking about how much she missed Abbey. She asked if we could write a letter to God so that when Abbey got to heaven, God would recognize her. I told her that I thought we could so she dictated these words:
"Dear God, Will you please take care of my dog? She died yesterday and is with you in heaven. I miss her very much. I am happy that you let me have her as my dog even though she got sick. I hope you will play with her. She likes to play with balls and to swim. I am sending a picture of her so when you see her You will know that she is my dog. I really miss her. Love, Meredith"
We put the letter in an envelope with a picture of Abbey and Meredith and addressed it to God/Heaven. We put our return address on it. Then Meredith pasted several stamps on the front of the envelope because she said it would take lots of stamps to get the letter all the way to heaven. That afternoon she dropped it into the letter box at the post office. A few days later, she asked if God had gotten the letter yet. I told her that I thought He had.
Yesterday, there was a package wrapped in gold paper on our front porch addressed, ‘To Meredith’ in an unfamiliar hand. Meredith opened it. Inside was a book by Mr. Rogers called, ‘When a Pet Dies.’ Taped to the inside front cover was the letter we had written to God in its opened envelope. On the opposite page was the picture of Abbey & Meredith and this note:
"Dear Meredith, Abbey arrived safely in heaven. Having the picture was a big help. I recognized Abbey right away. Abbey isn’t sick anymore. Her spirit is here with me just like it stays in your heart. Abbey loved being your dog. Since we don’t need our bodies in heaven, I don’t have any pockets to keep your picture in, so I am sending it back to you in this little book for you to keep and have something to remember Abbey by. Thank you for the beautiful letter and thank your mother for helping you write it and sending it to me. What a wonderful mother you have. I picked her especially for you. I send my blessings every day and remember that I love you very much. By the way, I’m easy to find, I am wherever there is love. Love, God…"
It’s silly but I sat here and I cried. I’m just so thankful that there are such beautiful and kind people in this world. Words can’t really express how I feel only that I needed to share this with you all. I feel honoured to be able to share this Earth with you all, especially the person who wrote Meredith back.
Much love to you all tonight and always.
This time next Friday I’ll be hugging my Mom and crying. I’m not ready to fly back, I’m not ready to go into second year and I’m not ready to leave.
To all the high schoolers out there wanting to graduate right now: stop wishing and live in the moment. You’ll look back one day and regret that you wanted to grow up so fast.
In McQueen’s Words “My friend George and I were walking on the beach in Norfolk, and there were thousands of [razor-clam] shells. They were so beautiful, I thought I had to do something with them. So, we decided to make [a dress] out of them… . The shells had outlived their usefulness on the beach, so we put them to another use on a dress. Then Erin [O’Conner] came out and trashed the dress, so their usefulness was over once again. Kind of like fashion, really.”
In McQueen’s Words
“My friend George and I were walking on the beach in Norfolk, and there were thousands of [razor-clam] shells. They were so beautiful, I thought I had to do something with them. So, we decided to make [a dress] out of them… . The shells had outlived their usefulness on the beach, so we put them to another use on a dress. Then Erin [O’Conner] came out and trashed the dress, so their usefulness was over once again. Kind of like fashion, really.”
Animalia: Latin; A life, a living being, living; breath; soul; mind