There is something about the 40s-60s that I find so effortlessly chic and glamorous. I know God doesn't make mistakes but we have chatted a time or two about why I wasn't in my youth during that era. The hair, the clothes, the intense cat-eye liquid liner, the fact that guys could dance well and couldn't text you/facebook message you to ask you out, the "it's ok to want to be a housewife and not always be the 'I am Woman, hear me roar,' type of girl." Here are a few lovely things to dwell on before the weekend commences. Just in case you were wondering, I am also writing this to remind Jesus why I would have been a wonderful candidate as a lady of leisure during this time:
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Because floral swimcaps were another beach accessory option.
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And crochet head-to-toe was considered demure.
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And girls wore red lipstick when they went waterskiing.
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When working on your tan was considered responsible.
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Relaxing meant you had a productive day.
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Men could wear floral prints crazier than yours and didn't care if your yip-yap dogs sat on their Rolls Royce.
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Cocktail hour started at breakfast. And it was normal.
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Big hair didn't conjure thoughts of bump-its or Snooki.
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Champagne buckets were part of your patio furniture.
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And most of all. It wasn't classified as animal cruelty to dye your poodle pink so it would match your pillows.
Bon weekend!