Loves Liza Minnelli, Dudley Moore, The Beatles, The Who, The Monkees, Judy Garland, Frank Sinatra, Gene Kelly, Fred Astaire, Dean Martin, etc. Definitely born in the wrong era.

29 year old girl from the east bay area in California (read as: nowhere on the map) and also loves all things craft-wise. Is an avid cross-stitcher, knitter, crocheter, photographer, writer, loves drawing, and generally anything that involves making something pretty.

Also loves nostalgia. Both from the 60's/70's, from her own childhood in the 80's/90's, and some even older stuff. You've been warned.

Read the Printed Word!

My Crochet Tutorials

 

its-peter-tork:

Favourite Peter Tork outfits/clothes (4/???)
BEADS!!!! 
Just beads. Preferably with nothing else.

September 12th, 1966

nakedpersimmon:

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On this day, forty-eight years ago, four long-haired boys came barreling into living rooms across America. They gave millions of young people something to smile about, something to laugh at and to carry them away from their troubles, even for just half an hour each Monday evening.

No one could have known that this television show’s reach would extend far beyond its two short broadcast years. No one could have known that the Monkees’ story—a band that wasn’t a band, that ended up becoming a band—would be one told again and again, to the newer generations of fans that were to become legion as the decades passed.

To Bob Rafelson and Bert Schneider: Thank you for being the authors of the madness. For creating something that no one else would’ve dared to at the time. For pushing the envelope, inserting love and peace into the nation’s consciousness—all the while being subversive and expanding people’s minds without even knowing it. We all owe you a tremendous debt of gratitude…even if you guys did kinda end up being dicks towards the Monkees in the end.

To Don Kirshner, Tommy Boyce, and Bobby Hart: The Man with the Golden Ear, and the men who are responsible for us getting the funniest looks from everyone we meet. Thank you all for creating the soundtrack that brought the show alive. For your musical insights and knowledge, for being such hard-working individuals who translated songs into unparalleled success. We owe you all a tremendous debt of gratitude, too…even if you also ended up being a dick towards the Monkees in the end, Donnie K.

Last (but certainly not least), to The Monkees: Oh, boy. Where do we even begin? Thank you. Thank you not only for changing so many people’s lives, but also for saving them. Thank you for being the four friends so many of us needed when we didn’t have any, and the four friends we wanted when we did. Thank you for the joy, the comfort, the company, the lessons, and the love that you gave us. Thank you for being four pieces of the most delicious eye candy anyone has ever seen. Thank you for standing up, for fighting, for being true to yourselves even when everyone thought you weren’t a “real” band. Thank you for opening the world up and showing us what it could be, if only young people would work together for a common goal. Thank you for forging a connection that could outlast anything, even death.

Thank you for making daydream believers out of all of us.

HAPPY 48TH ANNIVERSARY TO THE MONKEES!