Month: February 2018

That Trashy Joanne Keeps Ashing On The Floor

She thinks she’s doing it on the DL, but these Rotary Club ladies weren’t born yesterday.

Paulette smells a skunk, but leaves those lips pursed and those hands clasped. No worries, Paulette. That halter dress and necklace are FAB-U-LOUS!

And don’t think Eileen is fooled either. That side-eye says everything. Nobody smokes Viceroys anymore, Joanne. That is so basic.

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Independence Dames

This image is another score from the Antiques Mall last weekend. All it said was “Galveston,” so that doesn’t give me much information. The clothes looks 70s, so I’ll hazard a guess of 1974, based on the eyeglasses. Of course, one can’t fully enjoy all 22 ladies unless you can zoom in.

Right off, I can see that three ladies have their eye closed, and the one at the table seems to be silently saying, “This, too, shall pass.” The three right rear clearly purchased their specs at Lens Crafters on discount (and probably busk doing Andrews Sisters covers at dusk).

And how about the shade the left rear is throwing to her friends? Like Barney Fife, she wants to nip it in the bud. The lady with flowers on her collarbone looks like the Virgin Mary, resigned to sadness. Not my will, but Yours be done. And how about Peach Suit, warmly putting her hand on her friend’s shoulder? I think she’s gauging the pin curls of her perm. Come to think of it, if it WERE the 4th of July, wouldn’t they all be wearing red, white, and blue?