The background here is a dress I have from H&M with a painterly all-over flower print. I got no less than ten compliments the day I wore it; most of them were something about wishing it was spring and living vicariously through my clothing. Which is weird, but I'll take it.
And with my ever-present cup of coffee.
None of these photos is really color accurate. I'd call Cottage Stripes more of a dusty cornflower, but here it looks really bright. It's definitely more muted. This swatch is way more color accurate. The formula was watery and I needed three coats. It also only lasted about a day and a half before it started to chip, but that's par for the course with polishes for me lately. Maybe it has something to do with winter dryness? I'm not sure. I do like this color, though. But I have better cornflowers (namely Sally Hansen Pacific Blue and Essie Lapis of Luxury).
So my job at the museum in curatorial often requires me to go digging through old periodicals in search of esoteric articles. I enjoy this endeavor for a couple reasons. First, as with hard to find nail polishes, I enjoy the thrill of the hunt. I like feeling like I'll never find something and then finally getting my hands on it. Second, the advertisements. I'm working on material from the 1940s-1960s in the United States (my field is American art, but a bit earlier than that...c. 1860-1920ish. I don't think I've ever really talked about that on here!). Yesterday I got a huge bound volume of several issues of House & Garden from 1947. I took photos of these two adverts, so I thought I'd share.
I love this one because of the obvious implication of Lucy and Ricky beds. This is also what I call the twin beds in a room at my parents' lake house. Look at her, wearing red lipstick to bed and reading her book so comfortably. And her red nail polish! (see, totally relevant)
And this one I just thought was beautiful.
I really like looking at commercial stuff from the 40s and 50s. Sometimes I think I was born in the wrong decade. Confession: I also have this weird Leave It To Beaver-esque housewife fantasy where I can stay home all day, wear poofy dresses and red lipstick, and for some reason vacuum the house wearing four-inch peep-toes and pearls. Of course I know that there are all sorts of gender issues at work there, but I think it's something I semi-fantasize about because it's so different from the life I have now. I can't really cook, I clean when I have time (ha), and I'm not a great hostess. But I am a great researcher, writer, and compiler of information, so I guess we all have our skills, huh?
Well, that was a giant tangent, wasn't it?