When we've looked at homes in South Carolina, I'm drawn to the mid-century houses. I even nicknamed one the "Bewitched House" because the crown jewel was its Frigidaire Flair electric range. I am NOT kidding.
I think it's an addiction.
My parents have often said that I was born during the wrong decade. Granted, there was nothing any of us could do about that little hiccup - what with my conception taking place the winter before the Summer of Love (by two people my parents never met). Adoption makes for interesting family trees - a bit like roses that are spliced together in a greenhouse. Besides, I wouldn't have become a mom if it weren't for the advances in diabetes care, BUT -
- they do have a point.
I spent today:
- searching on eBay for mid-century modern ANYTHING (dishes, wall decor, Christmas ornaments)
- listening to Frank Sinatra on Spotify
- and making meatloaf for Sunday dinner:
. . . all while wearing a dress. On Sunday. On purpose.
We didn't even leave the house. I wasn't June Cleaver in the pearls and crinoline, but it was a dress.
|"Ward, dear, wash up for dinner. I made your favorite!"|
Photo courtesy: www.muffintopmommy.com
(How brilliant is THAT name? I read her latest post - and she makes me laugh, which is ALWAYS a good thing.)
Oh, and I baked cake mix cookies.
|Photo courtesy: www.cookiesleuth.com|
I highly recommend, especially in Spring. :)
So, here's to today's technology that let me travel back in time for just a little while - and work on a day of rest.
In a dress.