So, by now many of you know how I tend to obsess over things, eras, and what have you. Because I'm such a giver, I thought you'd like to have a look at my latest obsession, the now defunct Pageant Magazine. Y'all know how I love the kitch of mid-twentieth century: the sort of housewife-glam. Well, nothing defines that like Pageant. It was a magazine that ran from the 1940's to the 70's with possibly THE BEST COVERS ever. And NO, it wasn't about pageants. Don't tell me you thought I was talking about actual pageants. And you think you know someone. So disappointed.
I'm thinking of framing the covers for my scrap office because they are equally glamorous and hilarious.
"What to do With the Leftover Booze" is one of my favorite titles of all time. And really, how many times have I wondered that while in my hammock wearing a beehive? If I had a nickel.
You know, you could test your psychic powers while husband hunting. Damn, if only I would have had the hunting guide before I met the hubs. And please — my psychic powers have been evident for years.
And if the hubs gives me any lip –I have proof, it's in print — American women are lousy wives. Thank goodness we're cute.
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