Pandas I often feel very strongly about the fact that I was born in the wrong era. Well, I’m torn to tell you the truth. From the one hand I really do love technology but from the other, I think I could give that up tomorrow if they invented a time machine so I could transport myself back to the 1950’s.
The women knew how to dress didn’t they? It was an era of glamour and class. Sure, it had it’s societal flaws but I still think it was a time where men were still gentlemen and women were decadent ladies. Have you seen what we look like nowadays? I look at myself in the mirror every day and sigh with disdain at how unladylike I truly am. It’s appalling to say the least. I get up and strap on some odd mismatched underwear. Then opt for jeans with the inner thigh being that of almost transparency because of being worn too many times and my hair is usually up in a ratty old mess of a blob, that’s blobbing around with too many stray hairs. The modern world has broken me down slightly into thinking that it’s okay to present myself like this. Because, if everyone around you isn’t really making much of an effort than it’s totally acceptable that you join in the merry mess of it all. I fit in. Plus I live in a big city where I have become invisible.
All I can say is, that my grandma would be cursing in her grave if she saw me now. She would say, “Is this the girl I raised?! No sir it’s not!” You see, she was one of the glamorous ladies back in the day. She would always have a new frock, pearls and a fur coat. Her hair would be put into curlers from the night before and her skin and nails were always flawless. She would remain like this even with 3 kids and a huge extended family who she cooked and cleaned for. Not to mention tending to all the chores of a rural farm life in Ohio. Did I also mention that she could sew like it was no one’s business? Yeah… She could whip out an outfit and make it seem like it was a classic Dior or Givenchy. And what traits of her’s did I happen to inherit? Absolutely none of them. I regret that now. Even though I say I don’t regret anything in life. I will open up and lay it out there and confess that I do regret that. That, and me not writing her recipes down before she past away. That is a major regret of mine.
Anyway, enough of me yapping about my regrets. This post is to celebrate the simplicity of the 1950’s. Where women were deliciously curvaceous and flawlessly put together. Where love seemed more attainable. Where a kiss was held in a long passionate embrace between two souls who saw the universe in each other’s eyes. Where the day seemed to go by a little slower in order to enjoy each and every second. Where children would play out in the street instead of playing video games indoors. Where people actually connected in a real way instead of hiding behind the veil of the internet. To me it seemed like the place of more possibilities. I guess because the boom of the modern world was just starting it’s steam engine back then. Every photo that I laid my eyes upon told a wonderful story. A story of laughter, hope, mystery, intrigue, real unedited, un-photoshoped life. I truly don’t know what kind of story we could know by today’s selfie nation. A nation who is obsessed with shredding pounds and having millions of admirers yet not really knowing any of them. Have we become narcissistic? Does our life only have meaning with the amount of likes we get? Who knows. But one thing I can’t get out of my head is how the modern age has hindered us slightly. I suppose I just wanted to take the time out to celebrate an era that had a lot more promise for the future than we do now.
Before I sign off, can I just take the time out to address this last Marilyn Monroe image. Here was a women, despite all her flaws, was the envy of all the world. And just look at her, taking a photo in a bikini, not ashamed one bit of the womanly curves that she had. And by that I mean it wasn’t the flattest of tummies. Yet women wanted to be her, and men wanted to conquer her. Can we have more of that nowadays? I understand all the washboard abs that are flying around. I get it. But can we celebrate the fact that we are all beautiful just as we are. This photo, was real, unedited and not a touch of photoshop in sight. Obviously it wasn’t invented then but come on! You know what I mean. There is way too much touching up, filters, effects, and blah blah blah in today’s analytical world. We have dissected ourselves so much so that we have forgotten what real human beings are. I am not one to talk on this one. But I feel like it’s the pressures of society that have made me so harsh on my outer beauty. I scrutinize every detail, every flaw and quite frankly I’m getting really sick and tired of putting such a backbreaking burden upon myself.
So here’s to the simpler times…
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(if you want more info on the photos then check out my Pinterest Board: 1950s Inspiration)