Please, Let’s Just Be Dashing and Fabulous

I’m kind of in one of those moods where I want to watch old films and drink black coffee and listen to Louis Armstrong and Ella Fitzgerald and pretend I’m tap dancing with Fred Astaire in the kitchen while I wait for the microwave. (I’m sure my neighbors are amused, because the window shades in our kitchen are always open and I never bother to shut them.)

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It’s got me thinking: can’t we go back to the glamorous days where women wore skirts and bathing suits didn’t look like bras?

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Back to the days when people played croquette and  families gathered around a newfangled television set together?d349e5666189e200906163a8b0558f89

When chic dinner parties were big and people didn’t realize smoking was toxic? (Well, okay, maybe not the smoking thing. Lung cancer is never glamorous.)

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Old Hollywood. Classic glamour. Coiffed hair.

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89f521d62297e72097456266308d771cBack when things were funny without being crude–yes, it’s possible! Lucille Ball manages to be clever, classy and one of the funniest people of all time. That’s quite a feat.

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I long for the days when women wore pearls in the kitchen. Julia Child, I’m looking at you.

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I think I belong in the era of the 50’s housewife. The era of Bewitched– uptown A-line skirts, elegant buttoning gloves and dashing winged eyeliner, and oh, the hair!

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While I do my best to enjoy the twenty-first century to the fullest, I’m going to continue to watch the Dick Van Dyke Show and enjoy Audrey Hepburn flicks like chocolate. (Roman Holiday, anyone?)

There’s a good chance I was born in the wrong era. I long for the days without auto-tune, the days where Superbowl halftime shows were family-friendly. (I’m sorry, Beyoncé, you’re fierce and all, but really?!?)

So, if you happen to see someone walking down the streets of Orlando looking extra-dapper with swingin’ black heels and big Breakfast At Tiffany’s-style sunglasses, do me a favor and postpone your judgment. There’s nothing wrong with a little fifties flashback every once and while. Feel free to join me, I’d love a little high-class company!

And, speaking of, for anyone in the Orlando area who might be interested in Dapper Day, on September 21 I won’t be the only one dressed in a dashing flashback array–a gathering of classy ladies and gents in their best Disney attire will be meeting at Hollywood Studios for a swanky, high-class time.

Stay classy, ladies and gents, and have a lovely Monday!

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