I seem to start so many of these “retro” posts with the words, “When I was little…” that it was getting monotonous. So to break things up a bit–I’ll begin a bit differently. Here goes.
Back in my day–
Easter meant a couple of things. One, of course, was bunnies and baskets and tons of colored candy eggs. But what it also meant was a positively perfect pink or yellow or lilac sticky-out-y dress. They were fussy and stiff and scratchy, but that didn’t matter one tiny bit–because, as you can see, we also got a matching hat, and gloves and ruffly socks and a teeny, tiny, boxy, slightly ridiculous clasp purse to complete the ensemble.
But the down side was that back then, the whole wide world was entirely black and white.
Kind of a drag.
So glad this generation invented color.
Way to go.