About Beth Beverly
I am a State and Federally licensed taxidermist who graduated from the Pocono Institute of Taxidermy in 2010 with high marks. I have a deep respect for this craft and those who strive to preserve it.
It is my pleasure to work on any trophy mount, be it a shoulder, life-size, rug, or fish.
I accept custom orders for fantasy mounts, wearables, and bridal hair pieces.
Sculptural mounts and hats are available for rental provided they are in stock at time of inquiry.
Contact me describing your wish and I will be delighted to make it so.
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Tue, May 22 2012 11:44 | booze, cuba, fashion, fun, hats, horses, islands, look at me, philadelphia style, philly chit chat, Radnor hunt, red, spodee, susan scovill
The annual Radnor Hunt Cup was this past Saturday, and an exceptional day it was, as one might expect. This time around I didn't take any pictures since I'm not really on speaking terms with my phone. I think my new modus operandi is to just be photographed as much as possible and then hunt for those images online. It's fun and I highly recommend it for any fashion conscious gals and guys out there who hate carrying cameras and prefer to leave their hands open for cocktails and shaking other hands.
One tip: Wear the biggest, brightest, loudest thing you can find. This vintage dashiki I'm wearing is like a brightly burning light, attracting shutter-bugs to my flame.
[caption id="attachment_1634" align="alignnone" width="300"] That's my agent Erika to my left and our body-guard who shall remain nameless a few steps behind. photo compliments of Malvern Patch.[/caption]
The theme for the Radnor Hunt was "Islands, Large and Small" so I went with Cuba. I basically channelled my inner Santeria Priestess and also this woman:
Sure a dashiki is an African garment but there are plenty of Cubans of African descent, and isn't that where it all started anyway? I hope my loose interpretation of the cultural melting pot isn't offensive to anyone; I just want a piece of it all.
World Clique, y'all.
My hat is a series of rooster wings and tail feathers gathered around a visor with a vintage cat brooch and other embellishments. A millinery masterpiece by no means, it was a last-minute confection whipped up just for fun and FUN IT WAS. I rolled in four deep with some polo friends, old and new and upon entering the Philadelphia Style tent dove headfirst into the oyster table, forgetting that whole 6 days of food poisoning that ravaged my internal organs just two weeks ago. We had already enjoyed some Spodee (have you had it yet? Le duh. Try it!) and now it was onto the race-themed cocktails. I enjoyed a Finish Line with champagne and berries.
Soon enough I was chatting away with all my pals who I hadn't seen since last Summer and watching the races. They got off to a rough start, with several riderless horses running the course after having thrown their jockeys, In another entry I'd like to explore my thoughts on the complicated world of horse racing when I can articulate it better, because it's much more emotional and complex than on might think from first sight, but for now I will focus on the fun stuff.
I bet on a horse named "On the Corner" for the second race but he mostly stayed on the corner and didn't win me any money. No matter; just being there enjoying my health, my friends, the food and sunshine was all the winning I could have asked for.
My friend Jaun, who plays polo, is also apassionate photographer. He is the best as covering these events, photo-wise. I ran into him and the lovely Sharilyn, plus their wonderfully engaging daughters, under the tent but didn't have much time to chat- saving it for the Brandywine Season Opener next week, suppose? Can't wait. Anyway, I can't steal any of his pictures to post on here so please go to his site and check them out. He's got it call covered: Juan Vidal Photography.
Other folks who have the Philadelphia social scene on lockdown are Susan Scovill who is a perennial delight and one of my fave rave folks to run into at these venues; (check her out here: Susan Scovill) plus Hughe from Philly Chit Chat who never remembers my name but gives me love nonetheless. In fact he threw me some of that on yesterday morning's episode of Good Day, Fox 29's morning news show. I took the liberty to upload a video of just the segment relating to MOI. Turn up your volume for the chuckles:
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We had to wrap it up and head out a wee bit earlier than last year (no rest for the wicked Mole Street crew) but it was just the right amount of fun and revelry. Oh! The hat contest. By the time I mosied up to the judges stand, the women were piling into a gold cart to hand out the prizes to winners whom they'd already determined. One shot me an exasperated look and I just shrugged. Another one managed to hand me an "honorable mention" ribbon as a consolation prize. Familliar scene? Perhaps, except this time around sans heartache. I've realised that sometimes it's best not to be judged.
Tue, Jun 28 2011 11:20 | birds, booze, chickens, fashion, fun, good life, hats, horses, ladies who lunch, polo
I've met Kathy. She really is the patron of whatever team she's playing for. Super classy lady. I wonder if I can be the Tanqueray of taxidermy?
Sure, why not. One of the players complimented our headwear during the lap; you can hear me thanking him.
In case you couldn't tell, yet another Sunday was well spent by yours truly taking in a match at Brandywine Polo Club! I gathered up two of my favorite gals and tried out two new fascinators on them.
Pearl is sporting a piece fashioned from one of the vintage hats recently gifted to me; I used a chicken of the frizzled breed with spiky, featherless feathers. Perfect for holding jewels!
I attached a quail head-piece I've been working on to the "muppet" fascinator from the vintage set. None of these pieces are finished quite yet; this was a test run on some works in progress. I'm not entirely happy with this one.
This was the first time that I lazed about on my blanket during halftime, opting out of the traditional divot stomping. My belly was full of black licorice, champagne and happiness. AS you can CLEARLY see from this photo there was a horse-drawn carriage on the field, complete with a heralding trumpet player announcing its arrival. That carriage actually seems to show up at every match; I think I need to start rubbing elbows with that lot.
If I could only get up.
Here is Maria trying to cut the end off a particularly sharp spiky feather vein that kept poking Pearl in the neck. I had no intention for the hat to be so dangerous.
Did I mention she's using the serrated-edge mini-blade on a wine opener? After two bottles of champagne that can be hazardous.
Alas, all ended well. We stuck around and I talked hats with some of the club members; we nibbled on strawberries and called it a day.
A very, very fine day.