One of my favorite, favorite, favorite things at Maryhill is the Théâtre de la Mode exhibit. I am lifting the description from the Maryhill web site to explain what it is:
The fashions of post-World War II France are highlighted in this 1946 exhibit, which shows one-third human size mannequins wearing fashions created by the country’s finest designers. After their premiere in Paris they toured Europe then America. The last stop of the original 1946 international tour of Théâtre de la Mode was San Francisco where the mannequins remained until the early 1950s. At that time they were acquired by Maryhill Museum of Art. They went on a second world tour in the 1990s visiting Paris, New York, Baltimore, Portland and Tokyo.
Nine different stage sets create elaborate backdrops for the mannequins as they display both casual and formal wear of the day. Each year, three of the nine sets are on display.
As you enter the exhibit there are two life-size dresses you can pose behind. It didn't take much to persuade Gerrie to pose! She is always dressed in the latest fashion.
Our last stop, not counting the gift shop, was the sculpture garden, which was a joy to wander through on such a beautiful day. Suzy commented that this piece reminded her of her pilates class.
Today we went to see the movie, The Social Network about the beginnings of Facebook. Really wonderful movie! It was so well-made and a fascinating story. It was my treat for working hard all morning cleaning off my desk. I really am a terrible desk-keeper. It gets piled high and I occasionally go through the piles and get it in shape, but for a long time I have ignored my stacking file setup that was stuffed and overflowing. It collects all the things I think I need handy for—what? I don't know. Things to file. Information I might need. Letters that I'm not ready to throw away. Things that don't have any logical place to be. Newspaper clippings and brochures brought back from here and there. Postcards. Photos. Magazines. Instructions for nature scaping, operating my camera, planting bulbs. Envelopes with addresses I planned to transfer into my address book. Two years worth, I reckon. Amazing how little of it was worth keeping. A little aging of most paper renders it useless pretty reliably. I filed a few things and tossed most everything else.