This wedding theme is all about casual. About getting to basics and what a wedding is all about – the people and the love. It celebrates will all the enthusiasm and none of the drama. It says, “what you see is what you get.” Oh, and you like what you see. You love what you see…
Because it’s fun, wild, and flirty. A touch of tradition with a generous helping of vintage sass. You’ll probably see some tattoos and hot pink hair. You can bet everyone will be on the dance floor tonight…
An invitation suite that is simple and understated…
A tea-length gown with a shorter veil instead of the more austere traditional lengths.
For the bridesmaids, 1950’s prom gowns in various pastels…
Wildflowers add to the intimate feel…
While homemade or non-traditional decor features play up the fun feel…
For the menu, dressed up down home classics like blue corn fried chicken and biscuits with pink peppercorn honey butter…
So make it big – DIY features help keep costs down, so you can invite everybody but still keep an intimate feel. Think of renting a big hall or warehouse space. But most of all, have fun. After all, it’s your special day.
Do you like Retro fonts? For free? Me, too! Who doesn’t, am I right? So here’s just a handful of fun fonts circa the 1920’s through the 1960’s, from the classroom to the boardroom. Use them in your newsletters, blogs, invitations, posters, etc. (always check the licensing fine print regarding commercial use, if necessary)! Enjoy and remember, Google search ‘free vintage fonts’ and you’ll be busy for days…
What is cooler than old school visions of the future? Nothing. Nothing at all.
When I think about these often outlandish or over-reaching scenarios of human progression, Heinz Kiessling’s “Blue Blood” always pops in my head. Enjoy.
Beep-beep-boop-beep. This thing will call Mars but you get AM reception only…
I so want one of these. I love that it has the same steering wheel as a 1962 Cadillac…
Space cadet. You know this kid was popular.
Hold the phone, Martha! You’re telling me that’s not a real wood Frigidaire?? Faux – what now?
Why play polo or water polo when you can play both at the same time. Don’t be a chump – Buttercup the former carousel pony is waiting…on a motor boat.
For more Space Age visions, see my Pinterest page. Follow Me for this and more fun images…
What’s your favorite illustration of the future, c. 1920’s-1960’s? I’m sure there are some more real gems I’ve never seen, not to mention that that if we were to include the cinematic genre here, it could spark many a hilarious conversation…
So, as you may have guessed, 1950s Housewife Day has come and gone. It was a learning experience, one I hope to repeat…a long time from now. No, I have no pictures or visual documentation of any kind. Strike 1, I know…
Before I get into it, let me just say, the day was a bit doomed from the get-go. I had been suffering with seasonal allergies that left me fatigued and cloudy-headed and…uh…let’s just say my “monthly visitor” arrived unexpectedly that very morning. Thus, I started the day as a zombie. But it actually started well…pretty well, anyway.
5:00 – Alarm. Nope.
5:15 – Alarm. Not quite.
5:30…ish – Up. Coffee #1 in hand, I am ready to start the day.
6:20 – My eldest awoke. Perfectly content with some crayons and puzzles. Mother.of.the.Year.
6:30 – Out of the shower, coiffed, and ready to go. Dress, Spanx (my girdle for the day), heels, and hair…up (I realized I don’t own a curling iron or curlers a bit late). A note about Spanx: I was convinced the pair I had was too small. Getting them on required a wrestling match with myself that involved me hurtling myself all over the bedroom. Once you get them on, however, they’re actually surprisingly comfortable. I had gotten a mani/pedi the day before. Cherry-red fingers and toes? Check!
I started on breakfast. I was going to do a full-on spread, as was most common – eggs, potatoes, pancakes, toast, juice, bacon, sausage, ham – BUT, our family doesn’t typically eat much pig, nor are we big breakfast people. So I settled on eggs and toast.
I woke my husband in an apron with a sing-song voice that would have made any Disney princess envious.
“Sweeeeeetheart, breakfast will be ready soon!”
At least I thought I woke him. Twenty minutes later, he was still out cold, and my voice was suddenly much deeper.
“What?! You better get out here and eat this before it gets cold or so help me!”
Needless to say, moments later, the entire family was gathered at the breakfast table. The perfection of the moment was shattered when my daughter announced, “Mama, I no like it.” She doesn’t like eggs. At least not in this pure, beautiful form. She prefers them as a solid gelatinous round mass topped with a slice of cheese and sandwiched between a bagel. She concentrated on her toast and milk, while my younger daughter just dropped eggs on the ground.
“Can you get me my paper?” my husband barked, amused, motioning to his tablet.
“Yes, dear!” I sang, as I kissed him on the cheek. He read about the day’s events, ignoring me. Jerkface. Oh, the lonely 50’s housewife. I channeled the iconic goddess for strength as I cleared plates and started washing the dishes for the first time that day. Somehow, I was already starting to feel exhausted…Coffee #2, where are you?
