Sunday, February 15, 2009

Gloves and handbag

Easter Sunday, 1957. My first purse. I'm not sure I get it.

13 comments:

  1. Hee, hee. That expression! Too cute.

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  2. What a cute pic! We must be about the same age...29 right? (cough, cough).

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  3. Completely precious! Love it!
    Blessings, Shay

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  4. That's so cute, and hilarious. The look on your face is, "Ummm... what am I supposed to do with this thing?" I'm loving the socks too. :)

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  5. Precious picture....it doesn't take us long to start dragging around that bag like it was an essential though. In this photo you haven't quite realized that this "thing" will be the repository for all things important and un-important that need to be toted around!

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  6. That's like me and mine. I'm always surprised it's empty!

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  7. Oh my gosh! You are so adorable. I LOVE this picture. LOVE it like crazy. How cool.

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  8. That could be me. Gloves? What for? Several years later when I deigned to wear holey jeans to the Fillmore my mother informed me that "ladies" always wore hat and gloves to the City and not with dungerees. Oh, the rules we had!!

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  9. Ahhh looking who's this sweet adorable little Lady;) Did you know I ADORE these kinda photos, exactly they speak by theirselves. I got all the message just before reading your text, Glennis:)
    Thank you sooo much for sharing~

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