Today I went to a Vancouver institution (cash only) that in a take effort to modernize now accepts debit cards. It is called Dressew Supply and it is on 337 West Hastings. I have been there often through the years but of late I had no reason to go.
In the 80s for many of my glamour photographs for Vancouver Magazine I would buy bolts of very nice satin. My secret weapon was my faithful makeup artist, Inga Vollmer who with pins here and there could manufacture dresses (that revealed just enough) in a few minutes.
It was always an adventure to go to Dressew during the boom in strip parlours in Vancouver. Lusty Leanne had promoted the custom of dancing on the exotic dancing bar stages on some sort of rug. This was the third phase of the dancer’s show when she would take it all off and do legwork on her back or stomach. Dancers (I knew many of them) would buy up al the fake leopard rugs they could find plus stuff to make their outfits.
Today I went to Dressew in search of a fabric called Dauphine. I am having my art deco desk lamp shade re-covered. This is the second time. My Rosemary wanted the textured strip ridge (cut in a bias) for this but the Victoria Lampshade Shop, 103-1926 4th Ave did not have that fabric and suggested I try Dressew. The Victoria Lampshade Shop is the last place left (they have a store in Victoria) where you can have lampshades re-covered. People now buy the whole lamps and when the shades look bad they buy a new lamp. Those days of finding and choosing from a myriad of lampshade stock at Sears, the Bay or Eaton’s are gone.
Rosemary at KOA in Mexico circa 1970
They did not have dauphine at Dressew but I found a very nice textured off-white silk that will do the job. I noticed many beautiful young women with very dark and precise bangs. They had very white faces and I know that at least a few of them were burlesque artists in search of inspiration for their costumes.
When I got home I became nostalgic for the idea of cloth, sewing, needles, etc. In some way that sort of thing has been part of my life since I can remember. I used to thread needles for my grandmother and mother.
Camile & Saffron Henderson
satin from Dressew
haute couture Inga Vollmer
By the time I was 15 I had learned to fry eggs and sew buttons. When I complained to my mother that she had broken the egg yolks of my fried eggs and told her I would not eat them, she informed that hence I would have to fry them myself to my satisfaction. Nagging her to sew a button or hem a pair of jeans led to the same reaction, “You do it.”
I was thinking about this only last week when we were talking about the verb to baste and I brought up the topic that it did not only involve turkeys. I drew a blank with everybody except Rosemary.
When I hem my jeans I baste them with a stapler. My grandmother would not have been horrified as she was practical.
In the picture of Rosemary here sunning herself in a KOA pool somewhere in Mexico you can see that she is not wearing a proper bathing suit. She did not own one. We then embarked on the project of making her a black latex bikini (alas I cannot find a picture of her wearing it). This was around 1970. I went to the Palacio de Hierro, a very good chain of Mexico City department store and bought a bra (Rosemary’s size) and a pair of low cut panties.
At home I carefully took those apart using small nail scissors and a razor. We then made a pattern with the different sections. We then went shopping for the latex, which somehow we found.
Then Rosemary, by hand, put a black latex bikini together. I do remember that the fittings became a terrible distraction which ended with long and languorous siestas.
The lamp will be fixed soon. Few of you might know that the lamp is very important for my plant scanning. I have thin, green bamboo stakes (the garden variety) which I clamp to the top of the lamp and then move the lamp near the scanner flatbed glass. I suspend roses and other plants from the tip of the bamboo over the glass so that the rose almost touches the glass.
the art deco lamp, left
centre, Yuliya Kate at my computer
I will and can do plant scans with the lamp as is. But I miss the pleasant soft light that only a good lampshade can provide. At the very least I can be thankful for the existence of Dressew and The Victoria Lampshade Shop. Meanwhile I can dream of the ghosts of dancers that haunt Dressew and maybe soon I just might be tempted to see some of those Betti Page types perform. None of course would dare to do anything risqué on the floor using a fake leopard rug. Some good things from the past are simply gone.
The pinking sheers we bought to cut the black latex &
my grandmother's traveling sewing kit with initials DG (Dolores de Irureta Goyena).
For the still life scan of the sewing stuff at home I found in one of our sandal wood Chinese chests (in the family since 1930) a Filipino party bag made of jusi which is a fabric woven from silk, pineapple threads and banana fiber originally used in he 19th. century and much of the 20th. In the bag was a carfefully folded jusi handkerchief with the initial N. My mother was called Nena, short for Filomena. Going to Dressew is almost at magically nostalgic as opening those Chinese chests, every now and then.
My mother's jusi party purse