I love this image. The little collars and cardigans, skirts and mod flips, the coiled phone cord, the more mature, white-nosed woman whose fingers cover the “ic” so that it reads just Panhellen. I like to think that’s her name. Panhellen. Brilliant!
Category: Style
Sun-Dried Tomatoes As Accessory
Life Goes For The Jugular
Not only does this 1949 Life article on model Brynn Noring (aka Brynhild Andrea Johnson) dis her “simple outfit” as too pedestrian to help her would-be movie career, but offers a double dis to the diminutive, sphere-shaped fellow waddling in the background.
And who could argue the point? Heels, gloves, long skirt, necklace–it reeks of laziness. Like she threw it on just to go pick up skim milk at Wal-Mart.
And as to the patron of the Fat Men’s Shop, my mind immediately went to Oliver Hardy, pictured here with Stan Laurel.
And hey, you guys, did y’all know that Hardy lost quite a bit of weight at the end of his life? Yup. He went on a crash diet and died of a stroke the following year. Check out this last pic of the twosome.
Homecoming Mum On Freckle-Faced Football Fan
Wearing mums to homecoming football games is huge tradition in Texas. Mums are expensive and heavy and attention-getting, and I recall hearing ones adorned with tiny metal footballs jangling on tassles as various nifty mum-recipients made their ways down the halls. Like these feathered-hair, Jean Nate-smelling girls in the mid 80s, brimming with prosperity and popularity.
And what if you didn’t have a mum to tote around from class to class ALL DAY LONG on that relentlessly endless Friday of the homecoming game? Well, look in the mirror. That absence of three feet of ribbon on your chest spells L-O-S-E-R. It’s how they separate the wheat from the chaff.
And don’t forget about the male accompaniment. This fellow is sporting the matching homecoming “garter,” just for boys. He’s pepper to her salt. Maybe that “M” is for mum?
And it’s still a big deal now, my friend, as you can see down below. What you CAN’T see is what they’re wearing underneath all that mumminess!
In the words of Men At Work, I’d have to say these silvery white mums are “overkill.” Ten dollars says they’ll have nacho cheese on them by the third quarter.
High-Water Style 1938
Would you look at that? It’s my 1000th post!
No More Ladders
Dresses Made Of Magic Eye Material
Happy Mother’s Day to all you mothers! Here are some floral Magic Eyes for you.
Let me know if you are able to see what’s inside!
How To Rock A Polar Bear Sweater Like A Boss
Surfeit Of Style
The University of Colorado was a veritable hotbed of fashion in 1955, teeming with a plethora of clothing and accessories. (I did it! I used three vocabulary words in a context sentence.)
Here you see Olde Dick in a foxy graphic print, guaranteed to lure the ladies.
Next, Cat’s-eye Cathy sports the popular seashell skirt, purchased when she summered in Nantucket.
Nobody rocks a turban like this guy.
Or a parasol like these fellows.
And what woman wouldn’t like this lovely pixie cut to bring out her cheekbones and dark, manly caterpillar eyebrows? My advice? First, grow the hair out. Then buy the flatiron.
Punished pledges donned straw hats.
Stepping outside of the box (and back into it, and then back out) were members of Calico and Boots, in barn-dancing regalia.
And lastly, not to be outdone, we have the traditional tropical garb worn by Hui O’Hawaii, whatever that means.
Aloha!
Touch The Hair And I Swing My Purse Of Bricks Your Way
Waft This Way
Cuban Humane Society Opens New Wing For Stray Women
I Don't Get It 