My 1930ish kitchen is very small. I use a breadbox shaped like a mailbox, with a rounded top, that opens at one end with a flip-down door. I never buy bread. With local Amish bulk food stores, I can get the price of a loaf down to about 30 cents so I make all the bread myself.
Counter space is...
This looks to be fantastic. A fat budget and all the right people involved.
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And he was right. The last few years, it's a few months between being able to scrape up $12 spare for a haircut. Shaggy hair, ragged cuffs, pilled collars, run over shoes with scrunched socks to hide the holes are the norm.
You must have a special issue, oversized driver's license, Esther. :)
Dorothy, Edith, Katherine, Grace, Clarence, Mamie, Oliver, Frank, Merle, Elden, Thomas-- all names from my family from people born pre-1930. They had nicknames like Tootle, Huntsley, and Poppy.
My uncle John Daniels, of...
I wouldn't want anything with that much evil juju anywhere near me. I have a white cotton circle with a black swastika on it, likely from the center of a red flag, that is the only piece of my dad's war booty remaining. And that is securely boxed up, well out of sight. I wonder sometimes if...
When my grandfather, Clarence, was born in 1898, that name was popular. By the time I was born it had fallen far from favor. My name, Scott, was given me at the peak of its popularity. Today, "Scott" is the Clarence of our time, with very few babies given that name today. When we named my...
Yes, but what happens now? When a turnaround (such as you've pulled off) happens due to the efforts of a driven individual, things tend to stall once that drive and vision is absent. In other words, should we be snapping up Stetsons before they're all dull cowboy hats again?
Here were are all this time later and I've just gotten my hands on this.
I'm really just trying to learn to drive the cars so far. Crash, crash, crash.
All the 1401P I've seen fit kind of bulky like that when unzipped, except an early production one our member Paddy had at one time. It will break in and get softer and drapier in time: all that bulk business in the back should mitigate somewhat and the collar will get less... prominent. The fit...
This coat isn't a match for the Casablanca version, as any even casual reader of The Fedora Lounge would realize at a glance. Still, the company is well respected and it's a nice coat, whatever it is.
In Mr. Rogers Neighborhood, King Friday XIII always celebrated his birthday anytime a Friday the 13th appeared on the calendar. Fred Rogers wanted to dispel the superstition among children so it became a day of happy celebration.
(As LizzieMaine alluded to with her image above)
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