Back when I was in the middle to high school era, the 70’s were making a comeback. The halls were filled with daisies and smiley face tops, platform shoes, and bell bottom jeans that looked like our spindly legs had been supplanted by dual Dysons made of denim. We even resurrected such phrases as “Groovy” and “Keep on truckin’” for god knows what reason. And as I’d traipse off to.. Read More
The shade in this 40’s yearbook is RILL.
It’s easy to forget things were way diff back in the year nineteen-typewriter-and-pincurls. Like, I try to consider (sometimes, when I’m bored, supposed to be working, or both) being Pleasantville style transported back to a retro-era. Pointy sweater breasts. Long skirts. Everything in reality transpiring through Instagram’s “Inkwell” filter. And no matter how many times I try to Delorean daydream myself into a pre-now era, I know the reality wouldn’t.. Read More
Vintage bras were a sin against tit-kind.
I never met my maternal great grandmother. But from what I heard, she was awesome. And from what history says, she was probably awesome because she went through a lot of hard times – like The Great Depression, little food, tight funds, and shitty bras…? Yes. You heard me. There’s a lot of stuff our lady ancestors had to deal with while playing Suzy Seamstress and Connie Cook. And while.. Read More
Retro-Rents – Ode to Mom & Dad through pictures.
Dear Mom & Dad Between Mother’s and Father’s day, I wanted to celebrate you both as a couple. Hallmark never made a day for that (likely so that they could capitalize on making money off two different days, spaced barely a season apart). Anyway, my blog is usually quasi-comical or current trendy events, but I wanted to add this ode-poem for you both after our visit the other day. I.. Read More