Please stop me before I've gone too Chico's. There is a fine line between bohemian/folky/ethnic chic and a full-blown Southwest nightmare - and I'm having to learn where to draw it. Not that there is anything wrong with Chico's; it's only that Mary is just barely twenty-two and not quite ready to ride off into that great sunset of Santa Fe-senior sophistication.
|Santa Maria in Mr. Tiny's Mexicali Folk Couture|
Nevermind the blue wristband...check out those cool, cowgirl gauntlets!
This past weekend, Tiny & Mary were thrilled to be part of the annual Santa Clarita Cowboy Festival where we shared the stage with our pals Deke Dickerson and the rip-roarin'est kings of the Hollywood honky-tonk, The Lucky Stars.
|File this under awkward family photos.|
Dan, Mary, Tiny, Russ, Sage, Pappy, Andy, Djordje,
with Deke front and center...but where's Wally?!?!!
As the event landed within a few days of Mary's birth, she was definitely entitled to one new outfit, one that would hopefully work for our performance. Ours was a daytime affair, so instead of going the rhinestones and fringe route, I opted for something a little more casual, a little more sultry, and a little more inspired by looks found south of the border.
|Our little Santa Maria is still "on the fence" as to whether this looks |
artistic or like the climax of an old-west melodrama. Or maybe both?
In the steadily-reducing fabric stash at Mr. Tiny's Workshop, I discovered a remnant of multi-colored, woven fabric of indeterminate origin (my best guess is Peru). The oddly shaped piece, garnered at an estate sale as part of a bin of fabric, had already been cut and used by its previous owner (a seamstress and lover of ethnic textiles); there was so little usable material left that I almost put it in the rag bag. Mary rescued the remnant and it became the top of this two-piece entry into Mr. Tiny's Mexicali Folk Couture.
Because I had only enough to barely eke out the bra-top, I began the hunt for fabric in a complimentary style. I drove to nearly EVERY fabric store in the Western Hemisphere, even perusing the stalls at that lovable, little tourist-trap known as Olvera Street, to no avail. I was not looking for a match. In fact, I was happy with the idea of an altogether mismatched set. Nothing I found, however, had the same weight, the same richness, nor the same quality as that damnable little scrap of fabric with which I began this whole mess...until I remembered that there was another, much larger, woven textile found in the same tub of fabric at the same estate sale, a piece I had looked at every day during my search but had tuned out because it was being used as a throw over a chair.
|Using every last inch of the material, I gathered it into a long, |
patio-style skirt, using solid black for the alternating tiers.
|But maybe the sun had sunk a little too low for this picture...|
Nevertheless, the view from the Hart mansion is 360-degrees of beautiful hill country.
|Justifiably unsatisfied with my pitiful photography skills, Mary |
set the auto-timer on her phone and captured this photo of herself.
|Happy to finally be standing next to a real cowboy/frontiersman, |
Santa Maria thought this guy was Jim Bowie, Davy Crockett, and
Buffalo Bill all rolled into one!
|Mr. Tiny & the wacky tacky adventure team say, "'Happy Trails,' until we meet again, Mr. Hart!!!"|
"Happy Trails" - Roy Rogers & Dale Evans