Blustery Day
Category: 1940s
It’s Beginning To Feel A Lot Like Autumn
A cold front is sweeping through Central Texas today, with a predicted high of 79 degrees!
Don’t Let Me Be Lonely Tonight
Blowing Kisses In The Wind
Totem Time Tuesday
Remember last week when you said you were just itchin’ to find a way to fashion a totem pole out of empty spools? Well, consider yourself scratched.
Imagine how thrilled your husband will be, when he comes home to find this decorative display as a testament to your nine hours of productivity. Dinner and ironing be darned. Look, if you can’t pursue your dreams in a career, you can at least assure yourself that there’s still a trace amount of creativity left in that post-baby body. Remember how good you were at 3rd grade art? That girl’s still in you! And the process could not be easier.
In fact, if there’s still wine in the bottle if you have extra energy, you can make this little Mexican hombre with a sombrero and a pincushion butt–sure to delight any visiting friends and family. Hijole! he says, each time you prick him. What a fun conversation-starter!
Giant Bi-Racial Maraca Hovers Over Darning Housewife
Nope. Not familiar with a darning egg. But I am familiar with eyestrain, and if she thinks she knows eyestrain, oh, honey–just wait until they invent portable phones!
As if post-war needlework wasn’t complicated enough, this next “novel idea” suggests hooking a window shade to a sewing machine to serve as an extension table.
Screw eyes and hooks? My sentiments exactly. Forget that. And this last one? Oh, dear. I have no words.
Looks Like I Picked The Right Decade (in which) To Be A Housewife
This just broke my brain. That is not a flat iron. That is not a Chi. Drying clothes happens inside a house, not near trees. Serious planning and diagramming was involved to just DRY CLOTHES. The woman on the right looks quite vexed, like an angry cat. She needs a box of wine.
And check out the master of coat hanger origami.
Oh, my poor grandmothers! I haven’t hung stockings/hose to dry this century. Does anyone wear pantyhose any more? Is metallurgy required? Does anyone even USE WIRE HANGERS? I sure as H do not. I saw Mommy Dearest. I’m no fool.
And what on earth is this? I can do both the Mashed Potato and the Twist, but not in a bowl of pajamas.
What kind of female McGyver was the housewife of yesteryear supposed to be? She was too busy making avocado melon Jell-O molds to dabble in repurposing kitchen utensils. Ain’t nobody got time for that.
P.S. this looks safe.
Kyra Sedgwick In Cigarette Girl Days
A rare shot of Sedgwick in 1948 when she donned a French maid uniform working as a cigarette girl, just prior to scoring her role in the movie Singles. Perhaps you only know her as Kevin Bacon’s better half, or you may be completely unawares, but Sedgwick is descended from serious stock.
On her father’s side, she is a descendant of Judge Theodore Sedgwick, Endicott Peabody (the founder of the Groton School), William Ellery (a signer of the Declaration of Independence), John Lathrop (American minister) and is the great-granddaughter of Henry Dwight Sedgwick III, and thus the corresponding niece to his brother Ellery Sedgwick, owner/editor (1908-1938) of The Atlantic Monthly. Sedgwick is also a sister of actor Robert Sedgwick, half-sister of jazz guitarist Mike Stern, the first cousin once removed of actress Edie Sedgwick, and a niece of the writer John Sedgwick (wikipedia). Bet you didn’t know any of that.
Inspecting For Lice
She Knows How To Use Them
Back in 2008, He Pingping and Svetlana Pankratova posed in Trafalgar Square in London for the Guinness Book Of Records. The world’s shortest man was just 29.37 inches tall, while her legs measured 51.96 inches. I would hope that he did not look up.
Sadly, He passed away two years later at the age of 21. But Svetlana is going strong at age 43, proving what we’ve known since 1942–that giraffe legs can be sexy at any age.
God Is Great, Beer Is Good
Mother’s in the kitchen washing out the jugs
Sister’s in the pantry bottling the suds
Father’s in the cellar mixing up the hops
Johnny’s on the front porch watching for the cops.
–Prohibition Song
Before There Was Daylight Saving Time…
…young men set their pocket watches to pin-up time. Witness this lad trying to get the minute hand just right. Men who did not hang pin-ups in their rooms usually found themselves tardy to important appointments. Even on Saturdays.
Sadly, campus buses did not run their routes on weekends and fellows were forced to hitch.
Pin-up time has gone the way of the dinosaur, but a new time has risen in popularity.
And according to my watch, that’s pretty soon.
I Don't Get It 
