A box of chocolates, old movies and maybe, just maybe, I’ll get around to dusting. Eventually.
It’s funny what unemployment does to you- after a while, it plunges you into the past. And how ironic, I’m sitting here, a loaf of homemade bread in the oven and a lazy dog at my feet while Myrna Loy plays a ball-busting judge on my flickering TV screen.
I could get used to it. Without, you know, the crushing, overwhelming fear that I’m going to be homeless soon. Still, I’m enjoying my morning of looking for retro housewives. Here are a few of my favorite finds, click on the banners to see for yourself. (Warning: The Vintage Housewife has audio so if you’re at work, hit Mute first).