Today we’re taking a break from your regularly scheduled vintage marriage and dating advice to celebrate National Crochet Month! In the interest of full disclosure, I’m a knitter, not a crochet type – but we can all get along when it comes to yarn, right?
I’d like to tell you it gets better, son, but… well. You know.
Murphy Brown, meet Murphy Me-YOW! Here’s a little something for that journalist on-the-go! (Yes, I know MB was a woman. Hush now.)
First the all-crocheted items. Then the divorce. Even the clown doll is screaming.
Crocheted Cossack costume? Three-foot-high “jumbo sculpture”? How much weed was involved here?
Here’s a crocheted family who’s doing a little better. A lil’ lucky someone even got baby Voltron legs!
So, according to the Internets, it’s National Bathtub Party Day! I don’t know about you, but I’ll be celebrating with bubble bath from Lush, a drink, music, and a soggy magazine.
Let’s revisit another bathtub party! Does anyone remember the Bath Night Frolic?
“I refer to the custom adopted by the wise mothers of all generations of having the little children fo the family meet in the nursery at bedtime at least one evening a week in what some mothers call an “undress parade.” Others mothers call it a “bath night frolic.” The little boys and girls of the family ranging in age between two and seven or eight, enter into these frolic with the keenest and most unalloyed pleasure.”
She’s either thinking “Oh yeah, I’m going to slice the hell out of this turkey,” or “Oh yeah, I’m going to slice the hell out of my squabbling family.” Either way, you can be sure a lot of white wine is involved.
Recently, while doing some research, I spied this theater hottie. Something tells me that he’s a real hoot to drink with. And by “a hoot,” I mean a messy, emotional drunk with a severe case of the Look-at-Mes. Even so. Gotta love a man who can rock a bonnet.
It’s the third annual Hersteria Halloween costume guide! In posts past, I’ve shown you a number of exciting costume ideas, including Sexy Rollerskating Widow with George Washington EyesandSir Phoneface. This year I’ve drummed up even more thrilling and chilling disguises, sure to scare/entertain/allure/what-have-you. Let’s get to it!
“If you are a gentleman, never lower the intellectual standard of your conversation in addressing ladies. Pay them the compliment of seeming to consider them capable of an equal understanding with gentlemen. You will, no doubt, be somewhat surprised to find in how many cases the supposition will be grounded on fact, and in the few instances where it is not the ladies will be pleased rather than offended at the delicate compliment you pay them. When you “come down” to commonplace or smalltalk with an intelligent lady, one of two things is the consequence, she either recognizes the condescension and despises you, or else she accepts it as the highest intellectual effort of which you are capable, and rates you accordingly.