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All Dressed Up And Somewhere To Go

Another antique mall pic with zero information. By her bob, I can guess it’s the 1920s. I love the clarity in this one, and their small smiles. They seem so relaxed and content.

This Guy

Today, I have three new Antique Mall photographs of indeterminate origin–no dates, no locations, no nada. But how could I pass up this guy with his Gomer Pyle eagerness? And, oh, how he is bookended! Evidently, they offered secret trial silicone lip injections in the 60s…

In the upper left reflection, you’d swear he was the living LBJ himself!

I can’t hazard a guess as to what this second image is, although I doubt it was a Communist Party or Black Panther meeting. Nicely crossed hands and legs on the taller one.

And this last one, I bought just for the lass on the left. Such chutzpah to don white glasses! What a Kanye move! Don’t you suppose the two in the middle are related, whatwith their hopeful eyebrows?

Fran’s Big Promotion

Come Hither

Did you do a double-take, too? No, that’s Sherry’s index finger, inviting you to watch her and fellow University of Texas dancers as they shake and shimmy in spandex and high-cut leotards. Such form! Such extension!

Something tells me that most guys won’t be put off by her 1988 bangs, even nearly 30 years later.

Grandma Was A Treehugger

One-Earring, Scarf-Clashing Meemaw

Well, there’s something I haven’t seen in awhile. An ashtray! Meemaws of yore loved to get their smoke on. Her hair is AMAZING. Do you think it’s a wig, or she spent all night with frozen OJ cans in her hair?

This little-banged Meemaw (I mean her bangs are little!) was only 37 years old, but look how the Camels aged her.

Just kidding. Someone knew how to accessorize.

I bet these two had the neighborhood dish. And I don’t mean the purple smoke billowing up out of that pot. Check out the red accent colors and heels!

Here’s one Meemaw I wouldn’t sassy backtalk. I bet she’d send you out back to the tree just to pull your own switch to beat you.

These two knew how to live it up in style.

And there’s their friend, Barbara, with the good teeth and high-quality Scotch.

But not THIS much Scotch.

Or THIS much.

God help us.

But most Meemaws have mellowed with age.

You go, gals.

Teamjimmyjoe.com has provided all of today’s fun images.

Sidelines

The Taste Of Silver City, New Mexico 1964

Keep Portland Weird

Natl Geographic Feb '68 — Natl Geographic Feb ’68

Nope, those aren’t creative trick-or-treaters; it’s a family of Colorado Indians in Santo Domingo de los Colorados in Ecuador. Evidently, a new asphalt highway had been paved across their forest home, and the value of their land gave them beaucoup spendin’ money. So off they went to score Dad more sheer yellow scarves, whilst donning the traditional tribal stripes–regardless of the fact that horizontal lines are not slimming. In lieu of mousse or gel, Dad styled his hair with achiote paste, scooped from the plant pod.

For a closer look, fellow Colorado Indian Felix Calazacon models the red-paste hairdo.

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