As I mentioned in my last post, I bought a booklet on Etsy the other day whose title made me snap it right up: The Charming Woman, published in 1957. Although I didn’t realize it at the time, this must have been one of a string of publications, because there are others referenced just inside the cover, and the articles within also refer to “so-and-so’s article on hats” and the like. Regardless of not having the whole set, this one booklet is an interesting glimpse into the past.

True enough, I found upon closer inspection that the articles are full of rather commonplace information that isn’t exactly enough to turn a shoddy mushmouth into a charming woman. The first article, for example, is about the skin. It goes through all the well-known skin categories — dry, combination, oily, and troubled — and makes observations about each. Did you know that problem skin results from the skin functioning in an imperfect manner? Huh. I know — I was amazed by the information too.

Apparently the booklet I have was designed to make women scrutinize every inch of their bodies and basically feel like crap. They have articles on face shape, which is followed by descriptions of forehead, chin, and lip shape as well. Then, amazingly, there’s a chart where a person can map out all the various attributes of their face. Really — who would? Most people who have thin lips are pretty aware of that fact and they don’t feel the need to put an “X” on a chart saying they do.

Anyway, The Charming Woman did attempt to familiarize woman with colors that would look good on them.   May I present to you the complimentary color charts of 1957:

I made the last one bigger so you could possibly read the text underneath.  Not that it’s very interesting, but if I know human nature, everyone would squint to try to see the text and then be annoyed that the picture wasn’t big enough.

Am I right?  :-)

Anyway, the pages following that article had some pretty bland-looking makeup color combinations.  Really, they all looked the same.  That’s why I didn’t include them.

Now . . . on to the discussion of heigh and weight.  If the booklet doesn’t make you feel inadequate because you have problem skin and thin lips, then at least it can berate you for your body type.  Here’s the article, including a height/weight chart that allows people to be a little chunkier than today:

Read that first sentence of the 2nd paragraph.  Good lord — if you said that in mixed company today, you’d get verbally flayed.

Today’s weight chart starts lower for each height and doesn’t go as high, which reflects today’s conceptions of what constitutes a healthy body.  At least this one allows for weight gain every so years.  Now THAT’S reality!  Anyone over 5′11″ is just not a woman at all, apparently.  Freak of nature!  Get on the circus train!

Like I mentioned before, the booklet does a lot of stating the obvious, and the best example is a lovely picture they put on the first page.  Let this be your mantra, ok?

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I’m 36 today.

I’m twice the age I was when I graduated high school.

The age itself doesn’t bother me so much; I’m not one to be dramatic about mere numbers.  The second revelation, however, is a little startling and it makes me think: I’ve spent half my life as an “adult” who was on my own and trying to make my own way in the world.

And here I am, 18 years later, having ingested a “birthday feast” of Pizza Hut pizza (in part to please my two little boys, in part to satisfy that internal monster that thrives on salt and greasy food), and I just finished watching the DVR’d version of American Idol.  Would my 18-year old self have imagined this life?  I mean, I knew I’d be married and that I’d have kids, but I think every 18-year old imagines that adult life will somehow be more glamorous than it actually turns out to be.

I also had no idea that I’d someday be watching Steven Seagal make a fool out of himself on his own TV show, far removed from the days when he was svelte enough to play the good-looking leading man in the latest action flick.  Hmmmm . . . irony of ironies: just as I was typing that, a promo for Seagal’s latest action movie (a straight-to-DVD feature) is coming out next week.  Should I eat my words?

Nah. I can’t.  I’m too full of Pizza Hut.

Seriously, though — has anyone seen that show?  Does anyone think of a 1977-model of Elvis when they watch Steven?  (Remember, I’m an Elvis fan, so I say that with the greatest respect . . . to Elvis, that is.)  I don’t know who Seagal thinks he’s fooling, but I’m pretty sure every member of that Louisiana police force hates his guts for coming in and usurping all the seniority they have on him.  While he was making millions in film, they were patrolling the streets.  Now that his film career has slowed to a crawl, he decided to exploit his “reserve” status to try to make himself look like the head honcho who has all these great vibes about the criminals he drives by.  I watch the show out of pure fascination.  It’s interesting watching an attention whore be totally oblivious to the fact that he’s being a self-absorbed twit.  The ultimate episode was when Seagal decided that all these officers (who had been working the streets as their real jobs, mind you) needed to develop that “second sense” that Seagal had gotten from being a big, bad martial arts dude.  Those poor men were dragged into a training session with Seagal while he babbled about how he’s found his zen, thus being more in tune with the real world than the rest of those folks who had actually BEEN in the real world far longer than Seagal.  Gosh, it’s great when Hollywood dorks create shows that merely reveal themselves to be the shallow fools they really are.

I apologize to my visitors, as this post had absolutely nothing to do with retro or vintage anything.  Unless, of course, you consider Steven Seagal to be a vintage Hollywood star.

I did get a great pamphlet from Etsy the other day called “The Charming Woman”; it contains articles about how women in 1957 can keep up their appearances and, as the name implies, be charming.  I’ll be sharing some of that with you this weekend when I can take a little breather from this chaotic week of school. Stay tuned!

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Captain 11 has signed off for good.

If you understood what I just wrote, then you must be from South Dakota or a bordering state. I grew up around Sioux Falls, South Dakota, and we knew a man named Dave Dedrick as “Captain 11″ – the host of a kid’s show of the local television station, KELO. The Captain 11 show rain for many years — 1955-1996 — and was modeled after a similar show being broadcast out of Minneapolis. The ultimate honor for kids in the area was being able to be on the Captain 11 program; most kids have a memory of either being part of the show for their own birthday or tagging along with a birthday party group. I was on it a couple times, I think, although the memories are now so faded that they have become a composite of all I remember about the show in general.
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In a post last year, I was feeling rather lustful for some vintage items I saw in a 1958 John Plain catalog.  Lustful?  Is that the right word?  I suppose so — if that word can be used to describe how much one wants an item, human or not. I remember admiring some vintage electric razors that were made just for women.  Here is the shot from the John Plain catalog:


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I love browsing through all the different crafters on Etsy and marveling at the creativity of some of those people.  I’ve always considered myself a creative person, but I have severe limits when it comes to creating something that people would want to buy.  Every day, Etsy will feature random products on its main page, and I frequently find interesting products through that method alone.
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Just spotted this beauty on Etsy.
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Happy birthday, Elvis

He’d be 75 if he were alive today. Whether you’re a lover or a hater, one can certainly appreciate how incredibly unhealthy he was at the end, yet his amazing voice prevailed. Read the rest of this entry »

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As I typed the title to this post, the song “Jukebox Hero” played in my head.  Let’s see . . . “I’m a Py-rex junk-ie . . . with stars in her eyes?”  Somehow I doubt it’d be a hit.

But alas, it is true: I have found myself scouring Ebay and Etsy listings, looking for the perfect Pyrex to adorn my kitchen.  The days leading up to the new year found my husband and me majorly “mucking out” our kitchen — making way for the new Blue Heaven dishes and getting rid of stuff I just didn’t use.  You know what that meant — an excuse to fill that space back up with new stuff.  Or should I say “new” stuff?
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Another item I received for Christmas immediately took me back to my younger days as soon as I saw it; my mom gave me a Kitchen-Klatter cookbook from the early 70’s.  Mom might not even realize how much Kitchen-Klatter is ingrained into my early memories, but she knows I like old cookbooks, so the gift fit.
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Oh, it’s been a busy couple of weeks!  Semester tests occurred the last 3 days before Christmas break started, and then as the break grew closer, we in the Midwest became aware of a humungous snowstorm that was headed our way — the worst one in years, the chatter among the locals said.  Indeed, as December 22 came upon us, it was painfully evident that yes, there was a storm on the way and that traveling might be a wee bit tricky.  Freezing rain occurred on the 22nd, making things interesting right off the bat, but we knew more was coming.  Lots more.
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