First day at the gym........................

Ok...so everybody knows that I gained about 60 pounds since I purchased my brick and mortar business in 2013. I'm chained to the machine or I'm always at my worktable pressing hats, decorating hats, sewing.....I haven't been taking care of myself.   Of course it doesn't help that I eat ice cream all the time, and I eat pasta and carbs....so today...today was the day. September 28, 2015.  I decided today was the day, so help me God. So...down the street from my house is Planet Fitness. It is 5.00 to join and  10.00 per month. GREAT!   I signed up and they gave me a free T shirt and a tour and I decided today was THE day!

So I dropped my hubby off at the bus at 4:10 and went right to Planet Fitness. Four people were using the facilities. Not bad. Not intimidating.  So I jumped on the treadmill and I thought...well...I'll just start with a 30 min  cardio and then do some machines for 30 min. Well...my 20 year old mind thought that, but my 53 year old body wasn't agreeing.  So I jumped on the treadmill with gusto ...headphones in place to listen to all the great music that I prepared to motivate me. Eye of the Tiger, , some old rap stuff and of course, Earth Wind and Fire. Midway through Eye of the Tiger, my eyes were popping OUT!. I was on the stupid machine for all of 2 minutes and I thought I was going to die! I persevered.....I was determined to stay on for 30 minutes, dammit!!!!  I was walking at 3.5 very brisk at an incline of 4.0 and I burned 414 calories. It took me 39 minutes to walk 2 miles. I feel very bad about it, but very good at the same time. It's really not about the losing weight part...it's about the feeling better part. I do feel better. After it was over, I thought...I can't wait until tomorrow! Tomorrow I will do better! and the day after that! with my new T shirt! YAY! The first cut is the deepest, right? and the first day at the gym is the hardest. Looking at myself in the mirror with my workout clothes on, hanging on to the handles of the treadmill for dear life......I said, "screw the machines, I'm going home."....but tomorrow...yes......tomorrow......as Scarlett O'Hara says, "Tomorrow is another day!" 

Fashion Week? more like EGO week

  As a creative person, I would like to express my sadness to see a wonderful tradition like Fashion Week lose it's luster.  It seems that everyone is entitled to have a 'fashion line' and everyone with enough money can be a designer. You know that I have written about this before...but it's becoming more evident as years go on, ( and I am in my mid 50's, so I have seen a few years) that the respect and class for the art is gone.

There are good and bad things about fashion week. One of them is, we don't always see emaciated models like we did in previous years. We are now celebrating the curves of a woman's body and because of that, 'real' women are now fashionable and accepted. Also, there is more diversity in culture and that's wonderful as well.

But it seems that anyone who has some bucks, can put their name on something and call it their fashion line. A musician, a tennis player, a basketball player, an actress and just this morning, Wendy Williams is announcing that she is dipping her toe into the fashion world. It pains me, because I see many many very wonderful designers, who pin, sew, cut and cry over many creations. Yet they can't seem to catch a break because their wallets are light. But anyone who is famous , can now put their name on something that they haven't even had a hand in making. They chose a design...that's nice. They chose a zipper and button. Congratulations. Do you know what it's like to be so tired that you sew something to your own pants? Do you know what it's like to have a deadline and yet you can't get that dart quite right?

I have a couple tailors that help me here in the shop. Their opinion, artistic view and concept matter just as much as mine.  And I won't be ashamed to say, that many of them who are academically trained, sew much better than me. I am self taught. I watched my mother and my grandmothers and I am determined, which makes my life a living hell sometimes. If I can't do it, I keep at it until I can.


This blog is dedicated to every person who created something from scratch. Whether it turned out or not. For the people who try. For every pin you put into your garment for every stitch that you had to rip out and do over.  We at RCMoore appreciate you...we appreciate your art and your love that you have for it.

Drink a glass of wine for me tonight and toast all of these designers that we will never see..........

Rose Ellen A. Moore

RCMoore for the Unique Millinery and Vintage

1729 W Tilghman Street

Allentown PA 18104

610-740-3820

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The Children are back to school.....HALLELUJER!

As we head back to school today, I thought about all the teachers that I had growing up. I must have been a little (*&%#$.....  and I would like to publicly apologize. :)   Not that I was a bad kid...I was mischievous..  always bubbly and full of fun.   Usually I was in the wrong place at the wrong time doing the wrong thing...  I hated to study and I hated to do homework.  I always did my homework 10 minutes before class, and that's if I did it at all. I had other things to do...I played in a band, I played my instruments all the time and I was all about music.

I had some great teachers. Teachers that I have passed away, and some still living.  Miss McClure, Mrs. Phillips, Miss Stahl, Mrs Smith, Mrs Davis, Miss Campbell, Mrs Warhurst, Mr Eddinger, Mrs Fowler, Mrs Blake, Mrs Dry, they were just in my grade school, Salem Elementary.

Then I went to Middle school which was Third Street in Berwick PA....now that building is the YMCA. I remember Mr Learn who taught me Algebra...I know he thought I was hopeless...but " HEY MR LEARN...I WAS AN ACCOUNTANT FOR 20+ YEARS!!)  I just want to let him know that all of his headaches were not in vain!  I had Mr Dunn for science, ...he forgave me when I wrote TESTICLES instead of TENTACLES on my science test.

In high school I had,  I think, THE BEST of the best....why? because they prepared me for life. It wasn't just about the subjects they taught. It was about encouragement. It was about learning to deal with failure...it was about persistence and determination. Thank you to Mr. Krothe and Mrs Krothe, ...he taught me Geometry...of which I failed miserably...but kept trying. She taught me the love of books and creative writing. To Mr Maneval...again my trigonometry teacher. Thanks for teaching me a bunch of stuff I never used, but you taught me to  be determined and to challenge myself. And all the while, you never got mad, or if you did, you never showed it. Mr Harwood Rhoades....ahhh....a genius. I can't say enough about him, so I won't even try.  and my music teachers.....where would we be without music?   Mr Scott, Mr and Mrs Bohl, Miss Voveris, Miss Geheart and Mrs Hindman....love love love them!

I know all of the kids that are heading to school today think that the teachers are the bad guys. But as you get older, like me, you realize that life is hard, and they are just preparing you for what you have to deal with on the outside.

Best wishes on this school year. I hope that it's wonderfully challenging, and I hope that things will be learned far beyond the academic curriculum.

www.rcmooreunique.com

Rose Ellen Moore

1729 W Tilghman Street

Allentown PA 18104

610-740-3820