I was speaking with my friend, Tab, earlier and the topic of the 50’s came up. This is a topic that’s been coming up a lot around my house lately. You see, I’ve always felt as though I was born in the wrong decade. While I adore my computer, CD player, DVD player and all that jazz, I truly feel as though I would have thrived as an adult woman in the 50’s.Things back then were so much more innocent. Yes, a lot of the same stuff happened back then and was simply not spoken about…but still. I can totally get into the whole idea of being the 50’s Mom. First of all, the clothing was amazing. I can’t even tell you how much I love the dresses from that era. I was just telling Lonnie the other night how much I wish I could wear dresses like that every single day. He said, “Do it! Just do it.” I looked at him like he’s nuts and explained that if I were to do that, people would stare at me everywhere I go…and the last thing I ever want is to be the center of attention like that. Of course, he argued with me…saying that they would be staring because I’d look beautiful…etc., but that was just Lonnie being sweet.

Anyway, in addition to the amazing attire, I could totally handle the whole routine of daily life back then. The Mom took care of the house, the kids, her husband….the husband went to work every day and then came home at night at which time the family enjoyed a freshly cooked meal together. Ahh…doesn’t that sound just lovely? I can totally see myself being SO happy back then. Wearing my pretty dress…baking cupcakes while the kids are at school, my hubby’s at work…prepping dinner while listening to Fats Domino singing about Blueberry Hill. I suppose that’s not so much different from how things are now…except for stress level of daily life is astronomically higher now than it was then. Maybe I’m wrong about that…I dunno. It just seems to me that things were so much more cut & dry back then. There weren’t all these annoying details fogging everything up.

Like I said, I would miss my computer, camera…everything. It’d probably drive me nuts after not so long at all…but it’s my daydream. I adore the whole dream of my life the way it would be back in the 1950’s.