Pilgrimage to Good Goods

Our admiration of the antique is not admiration of the old, but of the natural.
– Ralph Waldo Emerson, American essayist, lecturer, and poet

Good Goods' 4,000-square-foot barn is filled with antique furniture and vintage and new finds.

Good Goods’ 4,000-square-foot barn is filled with antique furniture and vintage and new finds.

My cousin Janet introduced me to Good Goods (30924 Road 168, Farmersville, CA, 559.594.5765 or 559.280.2498), an antique store comprising a 4,000-square-foot barn, two-story Victorian house, tank house and bunk house spread across two acres outside of Visalia, CA, about eight years ago. Ever since then, whenever my family visits my hometown of Terra Bella and stays with my cousin and her husband Tim, Janet and I make a trip out to Good Goods. We always find unique treasures there.

The two-story Victorian house's kitchen boasts a checkerboard tile floor and this beautifully restored country store dry goods bin sideboard.

The two-story Victorian house’s kitchen boasts a checkerboard tile floor and this beautifully restored country store dry goods bin sideboard.

Romantic Homes (November 2006 issue) published a wonderful feature on Good Goods, so I won’t repeat Sandy and Jim Hall’s enchanted beginnings and their love of antique Americana and re-envisioned vintage furniture (but do read the article). I will mention, however, that they relocated the buildings, some of which were slated to be destroyed, and lovingly restored them on their property. That’s quite a labor of love.

To say Good Goods is off the proverbial beaten path is no exaggeration, which is why I included a map at the end of this entry. If you drive past two huge stone gates set hundreds of feet apart, you’ve missed the store’s only marker, though you can see the buildings on the property. In other words, there is no sign. And there is no website. Jim let me know that they don’t have a computer, either.

It's still Christmas at Good Goods, but Valentine's Day decorations will be up in no time.

It’s still Christmas at Good Goods, but Valentine’s Day decorations will be up in no time.

All this makes perfect sense. When you step into one of the buildings, you’re in another world and time period that compels you to want to settle in and take your time to admire the many details of the buildings themselves – the punched tin ceilings, beautifully painted hardwood floors sporting patterns of checkerboard and playful spots made with sponges, and creamy tin and lace-embellished window treatments.

Through the years, we have purchased an 1880s walnut dresser with a marble top and matching mirror, a vintage-inspired mannequin and numerous knickknacks, including a 1950s set of coasters and vintage-inspired fruit and vegetable signs hooks. A number of years ago, the Halls made innovative use of the thick planks of wood from a shuttered bowling alley and put them atop industrial bases such as school lockers and commercial-grade bins to make distinctive, beautiful tables. My cousin has one in her kitchen, and it’s the center of activity. Someday, somehow, I’m going to snag one of the remaining tables – when I can find a place in our house to put it.

One of the unique woodblock tables gracing the old barn. Note the hand-painted floors.

One of the unique woodblock tables gracing the old barn. Note the hand-painted floors.

Sandy, who was on the lawn mower when we visited this past weekend, energetically told us that when the weather turns warm in the spring, she and Jim will be able to refinish furniture currently under seven tents. I have another reason (besides baseball) to look forward to the spring. I hope you do, too.

There are a number of local antique shops in the area, especially in the wonderful farming town of Exeter, that together make for a worthy trip to the Central Valley. One of our favorite places to eat is the Wildflower Café (121 South E. Street, Exeter, 559.592.2656), which serves breakfast, brunch, and sandwich specialties. Be advised to bring a van or truck for the antique and vintage treasures you will find. Definitely bring your vintage-loving friends and make a great weekend of antiquing. There is plenty to see in this part of the state.

You can also correspond with Sandy and Jim at P.O. Box 3607, Visalia, CA 93278. And tell them I sent you down the path to Good Goods.

How to get to Good Goods.

How to get to Good Goods.

Wear comfortable clothes - stretchy leggings, soft jersey blouse, and downy faux fur vest - when going antique shopping.

Wear comfortable clothes – stretchy leggings, soft jersey blouse, and downy faux fur vest – when going antique shopping.

 

Transitions and Transformations Profile*: Laura Leventer of Personal Pizazz

Without leaps of imagination, or dreaming, we lose the excitement of possibilities.
Dreaming, after all, is a form of planning.
 – Gloria Steinem, American journalist and women’s rights advocate

Laura Leventer, proprietor of Personal Pizazz.

Laura Leventer, proprietor of Personal Pizazz.

I first met Laura Leventer three years ago at a New Year’s Eve party thrown by a good friend who has known Laura since high school. I was struck by her utter confidence and fashion style – a fusion of classic, vintage and glamour. It was not a surprise to learn that she was proprietor of a clothing store called Personal Pizazz (3048 Claremont Avenue, Berkeley, CA, 94705, 510.420.0704).

What’s interesting to me is that Laura, now 45, was a teacher for 10 years and then spent the following six years as a department chairperson, principal, and district administrator. Though she loved teaching, working in administration proved to be unrewarding, very political and extremely stressful, especially on her family, with her son being very young at the time. The idea of opening her own clothing store for mostly women but also men wasn’t far-fetched, as Laura had always loved fashion and owned a business license for her personal shopping gigs on the side. She had worked in retail in college and gained valuable knowledge about the entire range of retail processes, and attended a couple of shows and made a few connections in her capacity as a personal shopper. Laura took a district-level administrative position to start saving for her big investment. When her father passed away and left her with enough money to add to her savings, she felt comfortable taking the risk and made that life-changing leap.

Purple walls provide a vibrant backdrop to highlight the luxurious clothing and accessories.

Purple walls provide a vibrant backdrop to highlight the luxurious clothing and accessories.

Filling the fashion niche in Berkeley
When Laura was an administrator, she wore business suits that many admired for being original, different and the antithesis of the retail-chain business suit. “That was the niche I wanted to fill,” she explained. “That was my original direction when I opened – nice-looking business wear that was functional enough for work but interesting enough so you didn’t feel like you were putting on a boring suit.”

Inviting armoires full of stylish clothes.

Inviting armoires full of stylish clothes.

Although she has clients who come to her store for that very reason, they are few and far between. Personal Pizazz’s clientele are mostly women 35 and up, although the timeless styles she carries appeal to all ages, such as formal dresses for proms and bar mitzvahs. Laura has found that many women are no longer dressing in business suits and the ones who do, for whatever reasons, are sticking with the retail-chain look. It’s been a challenge to reach out to them. “I’ve had to evolve to who comes in and what people want,” she explained. Berkeley is already home to artistic, flowing, interesting clothing shops. “It’s done; there are tons of that,” she said. There are, however, very few shops that offer fitted clothing. “I have people come in all the time and ask me if this is a vintage shop because the clothing is more classic style,” she said. And with its purple walls, chandeliers, carved sales-register desk, antique armoires and curio cabinets, and velvet dressing-room drapes, the vibe is definitely vintage.

One-woman business
As the sole employee, Laura is at the store six days a week. “It’s just me doing everything,” she said. As such, being organized is extremely important. She does her own accounting and all administrative tasks, which she tries to complete during store hours to keep work and life in balance. That said, her priority is to always be available for her customers. Despite the creation of charts and graphs to identify trends and make forecasts, there’s no logic to traffic flow into her store. “When I unlock the door for business, I never know what to expect,” she said, which is another reason to be organized and to plan ahead.

Tidying up the winter scarves near the Personal Pizazz neon sign before the first customers arrive.

Tidying up the winter scarves near the Personal Pizazz neon sign before the first customers arrive.

Laura goes to Los Angeles for market week four to five times a year. “Since I’m here six days a week, I’m very organized about what I do,” she said. She flies down Monday morning, attends 20-minute, pre-arranged appointments all day, and flies home that night. The few times she flies back East for appointments with her New York City-based vendors, she takes the Sunday red-eye flight and flies back Monday night. She previews vendors’ digitized line sheets ahead of time, which streamlines her appointments. “I’ve learned to never buy at the show because you will make mistakes,” she said. “You never know if another company will offer similar clothing at a better price or different color.” Laura takes detailed notes and snaps pictures with her iPad, which help her determine what she will order when she returns home. “I am particular and I know what I like,” she said. “I know what works for my customers.”

Laura has learned to always be prepared for the unexpected. Case in point: The ceiling lights died last Thursday, on the day that her store is open until 8PM. While her husband was willing to replace them, the lease calls for professional servicing. “That’s money I didn’t plan on spending, but I don’t have a choice,” she said. Therefore, Laura noted: “Always give yourself wiggle room.” She’s learned from a neighboring business that anything can go wrong and when it does you need to know what to do and whom to call.

Despite the challenges of being a business owner and sole employee, Laura revels in her son’s assessment of her career – indeed, her life: “As my son says, now my job is my hobby and my hobby is my job,” she said.

Personal Pizazz finds - Tocca coat and Asian Eye scarf.

Personal Pizazz finds – Tocca coat and Asian Eye scarf.

Q&A: In her own words
Q: Describe Personal Pizazz in 10 words or less.
A: Classic, quality clothing with a twist.

Q: What are some of the challenges you’ve encountered?
A: I’ve lived in and near Berkeley my whole life, and I dress the way I dress, but there aren’t that many people who do. Even people who want to, think they can’t because other people don’t. There is pressure to not care about clothing. That’s a constant battle. If it [an article of clothing] makes you happy, then your outlook is better, you feel happy, and in turn you look better.

 

Q: What’s the best thing about being the proprietor of Personal Pizazz?
A: Not having to answer to anyone else. My previous boss was the school board and I was jumping through hoops. There’s a lot of bureaucracy – forms to fill out, things you have to do. I still have a lot of forms to fill out and things I have to do, but I don’t have to justify or explain it to somebody else.

Personal Pizazz find - Zelda coat.

Personal Pizazz find – Zelda coat.

Q: What advice would you give to women who are looking to make a career transition or transformation?
A: Do your homework. To be honest, I thought I’d be making a lot more profit by now. There are decisions you have to make along the way. You have to create a nest egg. I was saving and saving until I got to the point where I could say, okay, I can go this amount of time without bringing home any money. And I have this much that I can invest and don’t expect to be able to take out because you’re not going to turn a profit quickly. People have to discover you and they have to become faithful. Whatever the business happens to be, you’re going to make mistakes in the beginning until you figure out what your niche is and what’s going to work. You have to have enough exposure so people know you’re there.

Personal Pizazz is located on beautiful, tree-lined Claremont Avenue in Berkeley.

Personal Pizazz is located on beautiful, tree-lined Claremont Avenue in Berkeley.

Post script: If you’re a local and this blog has whetted your interest, make your way to Personal Pizazz and let Laura know that you read about her store here. If you’re not a local but find your way to the San Francisco Bay Area, make Personal Pizazz a destination point.

*My Transitions and Transformations profile series chronicle stories of amazing women, not limited to women 50 and above, who have made inspirational and creative transitions or transformations in their lives. The series will run bi-weekly.

Vintage love: The Victorian handbag

Victorian-era handbag treasure from the Brooklyn Flea Market.

Victorian-era handbag treasure from the Brooklyn Flea Market.

Life is easy to chronicle, but bewildering to practice.
 – E.M. Forster, A Room With a View

When I found out I was going to New York to give a business presentation this past September, I knew I had to take a day off and venture to the Brooklyn Flea Market. I’d read wonderful things about the market, and as my sister, who accompanied me for the long weekend, and I made our way to the Lafayette Avenue, I had visions of vintage jewelry and clothing in my head. I was not disappointed.

Ornate silver frame and textured pigskin leather.

Ornate silver frame and textured pigskin leather.

We strategized and did a once over of the Fort Greene grounds – the market is just the right size in that there is plenty to see and a wide variety of local artisans and designers but is not too big as to be overwhelming. We came upon a stall that had the most amazing vintage handbags by Britannia Antiques. I was instantly mesmerized by a black bag that looked like something Lucy Honeychurch might carry.

It brought me back to the 1985 movie, A Room with a View, based on E.M. Forster’s Edwardian-era novel. It remains one of my favorite movies of all time, full of romance and youthful idealism. But what I also love about that era is the fashion, especially the coats with fitted waists, flared skirts, covered buttons, and notched collars, and the mens-style shirt-blouses.

Technically, the handbag was not Edwardian, which covers the years 1901 to 1919. Its tag read “Late Victorian, 1880-1900,” and was described as made of pigskin leather with a silver-plated, ornamented frame. It was in wonderful shape. I was attracted to it, but it was beyond my price point. Moreover, I thought it was too precious to carry around like a real handbag. Rather it belonged in some museum.

My sister and I made our rounds again, narrowing down the vendors whose wares we were interested in, and I came back to touch the handbag three times. At that point, the proprietor, Yvonne Potter, noticed. She approached us and pointed out that the interior was solid leather, which meant it was of high quality. Lesser versions were lined in fabric. She showed me the marking on the silver plate on the inside to let me know that she’d researched and knew its time period. She then told me to make her an offer. I’d forgotten that such deals are made at flea markets. My sister threw out a number, offered to pay for half, and the handbag sits on a bookshelf in my library, waiting to be carried out on my arm, filled with the stuff of modern conveniences – iPhone, keys attached to car alarm fobs, and so on.

Again, as with all vintage pieces, whether they be jewelry, clothing or other accessories, I wonder who the owner was, where she lived and what she did. Maybe she took the handbag with her from her native England to a tour of Italy, where passions heated up and she fell in love.

Everything is made new again.

Mixing vintage accessories and contemporary fashion.

Mixing vintage accessories and contemporary fashion.

A close-up of mixing vintage and contemporary, and faux fur, rhinestone, suede, knit, and leather.

A close-up of mixing vintage and contemporary, and faux fur, rhinestone, suede, knit, and leather.

Fifteen years later: On becoming a writer

Celebrating with glimmering gold.

Celebrating with glimmering gold.

The highest reward for a person’s toil is not what they get for it, but what they become by it.
– John Ruskin, British art critic

In 1997, when I began researching and then writing my first novel, I could not have imagined that in 2012 I would still be working on the umpteenth draft. If I had known how much time would pass, I might have given up. Thomas Edison was credited as saying, “Many of life’s failures are people who did not realize how close they were to success when they gave up.”

The thing is: I did give up.

The first draft was 1,000 pages. It was easier to write when my husband and I didn’t have children and my job was not demanding. My son came, I changed jobs a few times, job demands grew, and sleep deprivation was my companion in the middle of the night when I sat in front of the computer screen, writing articles instead of fiction. I finished another draft when I went into labor with my daughter. In 2006, I was finally done and sent the trimmed-down (at 650 pages) manuscript off to literary agents, only to get rejected by 60 of them. One writer friend exclaimed, “I didn’t even know there were 60 different agents to be rejected by.” The manuscript was too long and there was no market for a novel about Filipino immigrant farmworkers, labor unions and grape strikes, I was told. And I believed them. I also believed that a more talented writer would have made the novel more compelling. I understood that I was not good enough to have made it work against any and all odds.

So I gave up. I put the manuscript away. I stopped reading fiction and book reviews. I didn’t go into bookstores anymore. I did other worthy and necessary things in my life. I had some inkling that I would come back to the writing, maybe to the novel. Every now and then, through the years, my two high school best friends would ask me when I was going to resurrect Fausto, my main character, and his story.

For anyone who has known the passion of creating, who has experienced the ecstasy of getting the emotion or moment right with the precise words in the only order that makes exquisite sense, who has stopped whatever ordinary activity she is doing because she has solved a niggling and bottlenecking problem with a character’s motivations or actions, the desire to create is never abandoned. Somewhere deep inside me, I knew that.

When we are ready on the inside, it may still take time for that desire to radiate outward and make us aware of its awakening. Sometimes it takes an event in our lives that turns the key or opens the window, and the desire is unleashed and demanding to be nurtured and given the tools to create anew. I took a week of vacation in April to start the next major revision of the novel, and my happiness was palpable. I did not want to lose it again. Getting stuck on a word or a sentence was a gift, not something to agonize over or dread as a tedious task. Carving out time to reintroduce myself to my characters was a gift.

Gold accessories on gold brocade - my own vintage early 90s tassel earrings and M.E. Moore reclaimed vintage bracelet and necklace.

Gold accessories on gold brocade – my own vintage early 90s tassel earrings and M.E. Moore reclaimed vintage bracelet and necklace.

In May I submitted the manuscript to a local independent book publisher’s annual contest. I had high hopes, but my novel wasn’t chosen. I was disappointed to be sure, but undaunted. Last month, I heard from my undergraduate professor who, along with his partner, is an independent book publisher. I asked him to consider my manuscript, and while he didn’t accept it, he told me that he and his partner “enjoyed it and admired the sometimes quite lyrical prose” and that they “liked the rendering of the setting, at once exotic and universal.” This time I was ecstatic. He was one of the best creative writing professors I’ve ever had, and he gave me the gift of his time and his advice for the next and hopefully last revision. His response – the outside world’s response, so to speak – validated what I’d been feeling inside: I’m getting there, I’m on the right track.

In September I sent the manuscript to the Poets & Writers’ California Writers Exchange contest. Last week, I received an e-mail announcing the winning poet and fiction writer. I honestly did not expect to win, but there was an itch of disappointment. Yesterday, however, I received a letter, letting me know that I was one of 15 finalists whose manuscripts, out of a total of 609 fiction manuscripts, were sent to the fiction judge for his final selection. I was quietly happy. I felt a warmth growing inside of me.

Fifteen years later, this is what I know: In 2006, the novel was too long and I was not a skilled enough writer to make Fausto’s story resonate. I am a much better writer now and the novel is almost there. All these years of toil have made it thus.

A love of mixing textures again - thrifted embroidered purse, faux fur, Frye leather booties, textured tights, and bold jewelry by M.E. Moore.

A love of mixing textures again – thrifted embroidered purse, faux fur, Frye leather booties, textured tights, and bold jewelry by M.E. Moore.

My lola’s locket

My lola's locket and the ring my grandparents gave to my mother.

My lola’s locket and the ring my grandparents gave to my mother.

What’s past is prologue.
 – Shakespeare, The Tempest

A number of years ago – in truth, I don’t remember how long ago it was – my mother wanted to inventory her jewelry. I didn’t know why she decided to do so at that point in time – perhaps a relative had passed away or she sensed her mortality – but I willingly obliged when she asked me to write down the descriptions of the pieces that her parents had given to her when she was a young woman in the Philippines. She retrieved a round cardboard box from beneath her bed and showed me sets of matching earrings and rings. I couldn’t recall what the locket looked like that evening, but I always remembered the story attached to it.

Six months after my mother passed away, when we put her ashes to rest in June 2012 – the month of her birthday – my sisters and I spent a late night going through her list of jewelry and matching the descriptions to each piece. Before we took turns selecting the pieces that we wanted to keep, I asked my sisters if I could have the locket. It had originally belonged to my grandmother’s friend’s mother. My grandmother – my lola, in Tagalog – became the owner of the locket in a barter during the Japanese occupation of the Philippines in World War II. I was more intrigued by the story than the locket itself, though the Art Deco style has grown on me. Inside, were two small photographs of my lola and lolo, which were intact when the locket was given to me.

Pictures of my lola and lolo from my lola's locket, with the ring they gave to my mother.

Pictures of my lola and lolo from my lola’s locket, with the ring they gave to my mother.

I never really got to know my lola. She was only in my life three times: when my mother took my two sisters and me to the Philippines for the entire summer of 1972; when I was a junior in high school and my mother petitioned my lola and lolo to join us in the U.S., which ended tragically when my homesick lolo died enroute to San Francisco International Airport on his journey home; and when as a college graduation present to myself, I went back to the Philippines in December 1984 with my mother and oldest sister. My lola died not long after our visit.

Capturing my lola by her open front door, Baguio City, Philippines, December 1984.

Capturing my lola by her open front door, Baguio City, Philippines, December 1984.

I have few pictures of my lola. The last time I was in the Philippines, I tried in vain to take a candid photograph of her, but she would always catch me and strike a rigid pose. One morning, I snuck up on her, as she enjoyed her pastime of sitting on a wooden bench by the open front door and watching the morning unfold. The light was shining just right on her. It is my favorite photograph of her and hangs in my office.

Now that I have her locket, I’m beginning to wear it more. It does no good to be hidden, along with the rest of the vintage jewelry of my mother’s, in the black-and-white cardboard box with “Brownies, Brownies” written in cursive across the lid and in smaller print beneath it “and other sweet surprises.” Taking a cue from friends of ours, who inspire us to use the good crystal stemware and dishes for every day or casual dining, I wear her locket whenever I can and in so doing honor her memory.

Going neutral with mint brocade and brown maxi skirt.

Going neutral with mint brocade and brown maxi skirt.

The satellite accessories around the centerpiece locket.

The satellite accessories around the centerpiece locket.

 

Mixing Art Deco, 1950s brocade, and a splash of swishy navy.

Mixing Art Deco, 1950s brocade, and a splash of swishy navy.

 

Vintage treasure hunt: The 1960s faux fur dress

To change one’s life: Start immediately. Do it flamboyantly. No exceptions.
– William James, American psychologist and philosopher

1960s faux fur dress from Treasury (Washington, D.C.).

1960s faux fur dress from Treasury (Washington, D.C.).

A few years ago, I became interested in vintage pins when I spied a simple but striking rhinestone pin on a young woman’s sweater. When I asked her where she got it, she proudly told me it was a vintage piece. Thus began my love of all things vintage.

My neighbor, who scours garage and estate sales and flea markets, and then sells her found treasures on eBay, introduced me to the addictive world of bidding and buying collectibles. It was a short addiction from which I’ve fully recovered, but I’ve amassed a beautiful collection of pins, earrings and necklaces from the likes of Eisenberg, Miriam Haskell, Vendome, Weiss and Whiting and Davis as a result. For one of my Christmas presents, my husband David gave me Julia C. Carroll’s Collecting Costume Jewelry 202: The Basics of Dating Jewelry 1935-1980, which provided wonderful backstory to my icy rhinestone and aurora borealis rhinestone jewelry! If only, however, I knew the history of the previous owners. That would be amazing.

The love of vintage evolved into a treasure hunt to find one vintage store in any city I happened to visit, which is mostly, but not always, as a result of a business trip. In the last couple of years, I’ve happily discovered N. 3rd Street in Old City Philadelphia (home to wonderful stores such as Sugarcube); Encore in Portland, Maine; Twentieth Century Limited in Boston; the Brooklyn Flea Market; and the U Street corridor in Washington, D.C., home to Treasury, Legendary Beast and GoodWood.

I’ll blog more about these places in the future – because each store has its own charm and story – but I just wanted to put out there that the idea of a treasure hunt for whatever suits your interests in visiting cities adds additional excitement to any trip. Who doesn’t love the childlike pleasure of a hunt? What is especially enjoyable is leisurely talking with the owners and sales people and learning about their stores and the stories behind their vintage finds.

Circa 1930s traveling sewing kit from Treasury (Washington, D.C.).

Circa 1930s traveling sewing kit from Treasury (Washington, D.C.).

Today’s photos focus on finds from Treasury, which was featured by Refinery29 and is nicely curated. I looked around the store, eyed some vintage pieces, went on to other treasure-hunt destinations, and then returned to Treasury.  I spied an unusual necklace, which Ashley, the friendly salesperson, had just put out. It is a 1930s traveling sewing kit shaped as a walnut – with the original thimble, straight pins, safety pins, thread and mossy green felt lining still intact. What a find. It is in fantastic condition, which made me wonder about its owner and its 80-year journey – the care in keeping it safe and sound, or maybe it was put in a drawer or box and forgotten about for years.

Inside the 1930s traveling sewing kit - all original items still intact - from Treasury (Washington, D.C.).

Inside the 1930s traveling sewing kit – all original items still intact – from Treasury (Washington, D.C.).

The other find pays homage to the decade of my birth, the 60s, in the form of a faux fur dress, which is also in mint condition. Either the dress was well taken care of or never worn. I’ll never know, but this vintage dress – literally – has a new life with me. Referencing William James’s quote, how could one not be flamboyant in a 1960s faux fur dress?

Unsigned vintage screw-back earrings and brooch, and my mother's ring, given to her by her parents in the Philippines.

Unsigned vintage screw-back earrings and brooch, and my mother’s ring, given to her by her parents in the Philippines.