Category: History

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? 

Biding Our Time

This blog has offered up many a mid-century sorority pic–and today, we add to the pile. Excuse the descreening effect of the above image; I’m certain she did not have inordinately grand goose bumps on her forearms. (Or perhaps that’s why she looks so shocked! Poor Chicken-Arms Chelsea…)

These next ladies have fabulous forearms. One seems to be asking if she can get a what-what while she decorates.

The lucky four-eyed gal in the middle seems to be the object of engagement. Perhaps the other ladies should get in shape to snag a man, too! Bend your knees and touch your toes!

But in the meantime, snagging printed party dresses will have to do.

When I Pass Someone Wearing White Diamonds

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I know, I know–a lot of Baby Boomers love them some White Diamonds. There’s just something about the scent that makes me cringe. I could be innocently shopping at TJ Maxx or standing in line for coffee at church, and then WHOOSH! the stench of White Diamonds infiltrates my personal space and sticks to my clothes and hair, and nine hours later, there it is, wafting on the wind as I try to snack on cashews or flip through Southern Living magazines. It is in-escapable.

People often say the first thing they notice about Oprah is how great she smells, but you never hear anyone saying that about Liz Taylor. Why? No, not because she’s dead. White Diamonds, friends. White Diamonds.

CricketKitty wrote on http://www.basenotes.net:

I really wanted to like this fragrance out of respect for Liz Taylor, but try as I might, I couldn’t. I occasionally got whiffs of coconut, but it’s not listed in the notes. The rest of it is plastic and screechy synthetic notes.

Nukapai said:

This perfume has the odour of an old wig that’s been in heavy use, perfumed, powdered and seldom washed.

Debbie R. agreed:

This is one of the most vile fragrances ever created. Harsh, shrill and cheap-smelling. It’s for someone pretending to have money. 

I see I am not alone in my assessment.

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Talk About Transparency

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Can you imagine if your convenience store broke down their costs like this? It might help explain as to why it’s $2.25 in one one spot and $2.59 a mile away.

 

South Texan Sepia

Here we see the staff of the South Texan, the paper for the Texas College of Arts & Industries, hard at work. The ladies are donning mid-war bandannas a la Rosie the Riveter, and everyone is up to his ears in paperwork.

Check out the old phone and typewriter. Who knew one day they’d put a typewriter inside the phone?

Pictured above are the editor-in-chief (Bill) and the associate editor (Katherine). Doesn’t Katherine remind you a bit of Lily’s Tomlin’s Ernestine?

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