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#98: Simple Measures, Simple Pleasures

October 3, 2009

Simple times call for simple measures. Things weren’t so simple I suppose in the 1930’s and in the Great Depression, but the sensibility of the era shows through in each simple, clean detail of the clothes that the everyman or everywoman wore.

Three shirts from the 1930’s, each designed for a different type of person and personality, each perfect in their own simple way. And each replete with a perfect pocket or two. I love a good pocket (who doesn’t), and these are very good pockets.  A functional necessity and an aesthetic pleasure. What goes in your breast pocket?

(All a little wrinkled, but then again so am I on the weekend…)

Boys button-down shirt, with a homemade hem

By Kaynee, and California styled (ooh la la).  Kaynee is still in business producing nationally distributed school uniforms.  This may have been part of a young teen’s school wardrobe.

Mens two-pocket cotton button down in cream.  A soak in Oxy-clean took the rusty age marks right out of this one.  A perfect weekend shirt.   No label.

A little silky rayon blouse for the lady (oh, I guess that’s me…)

Precious flap pocket

Lovely ruching detail at the shoulder

Not a single detail overdone or gaudy, placed harmoniously within the context of the time.

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6 Comments leave one →
  1. October 4, 2009 4:30 pm

    hmm
    vintage is good.
    dont get me wrong though. i love retro also
    but thinking back to the styles of our forefathers and generations past is always nice

    • indiansummervintage permalink*
      October 4, 2009 6:25 pm

      oh you said it!

  2. October 4, 2009 8:45 pm

    love the top blue one. perhaps a good temporary replacement for chambray since it seems to be EVERYWHERE lately. ugh.

    • indiansummervintage permalink*
      October 4, 2009 10:01 pm

      yes but my love for it grows…

  3. sarah permalink
    October 14, 2009 8:32 pm

    My Great Grandma moved out to California from Missouri during the Great Depression with two blind kids, a drunk husband and her sick mother. Three generations later in the same town she arrived in, she’s still imparting little gems of wisdom to us youngin’s. My favorite? “You better hold on to that boy cuz he’s just about as handy as a pocket on a shirt!”

    • indiansummervintage permalink*
      October 18, 2009 8:01 pm

      You might imagine the size of the smile on my face after reading that golden nugget! Thank you for commenting!

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