Vintage Advertising - Postum

What beautiful colors advertising artists used to use.  This is from McCall's magazine, January 1911.  

Caturday!

Quote Of The Day

Any man that can make a living doing what he likes is lucky, and I'm that. ~ Charles Russell.

Grrrsday

Caturday!

Amuse me, hoomin.  I'm bored.

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Punting

Because I don't have anything of my own scanned today, I am offering a link to a French vintage enthusiast's blog.  Every Monday she posts scans from her collection of fashion, sewing and knitting magazines (click on Vintagerie for back issues).

Even if you don't parlez-vous, they're a lot of fun to page through.

Vintage Advertising - Kestos Swimwear

Image from patricia's wonderful site, posted because it has been snowing on and off all day and I'm a cruel person.

Caturday!

Quote Of The Day

It is in truth a most contagious game;
Hiding the Skeleton shall be its name. ~ George Meredith

Grrrsday

And in other news -- it snowed last weekend.  I spent this afternoon out in the back yard, wearing a tank top and pedal pushers.

According to an ominous email I got from the National Weather Service, it's going to snow again this weekend.

Doggie Valium, Maybe?

Since late Saturday afternoon Batdog has been acting as though he's trying to tell us that Timmy has fallen down the well.  We can't figure out what's bothering him and it's driving us crazy.

Vintage Images - Winter

image from thegraphicsfairy.com

Timing is everything.  Brian brought the patio furniture out this week and it snowed last night.

Caturday!

Grrrsday

An Orthopedic Status Symbol

image from www.glamis-castle.co.uk

You fractured a rib tripping over Aunt Glady's porch steps.   I fractured a rib because the Right Honorable Earl of Strathmore and Kinghorne needs to do something about that muddy bit between the gift shop and the coach park.

(Having a high pain threshold is not an unmixed blessing.  It didn't dawn on me that I'd broken anything until after I got back).

A Small Price To Pay

The Visa bill came Saturday.

Although (as you can see by Wednesday's post) I did buy a fair amount of yarn, the real big-ticket item was a cherry-red, crew-necked cashmere sweater.

Although I planned to visit some thrift shops while I was in Scotland I only made it to a handful, and none in Edinburgh. I just ran out of time.  

And wind.  It wasn't that I did so much walking (not nearly as much as in Italy, for example, where one tour member with a Fitbit clocked us at forty-eight miles in eight days), it's just that in Scotland everything is either at the very top or the very bottom of a hill.