What do you think this young homemaker from the 1950s is thinking about?
“I wonder if that gold refrigerator I bought will look dated in a few years?”
“Should I hang that horse and jockey wallpaper in my kitchen?”
“If only I had a portable stereo in here!”
Write your own caption for her in the comments and tell us what you think she’s got on her mind.
(I’m working through the weekend on a project deadline, so I hope you guys will come up with some good captions to keep me entertained while I’m slaving away. Come on–don’t fail me now!)
Photo via DarkRoastedBlend.
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She’s thinking, “I wonder…if I substitute soymilk for regular, will my husband still eat it?”
That’s a good one, Maya. This photo does in fact resemble what I probably looked like, standing in my kitchen yesterday and pondering whether I could substitute natural, organic peanut butter for the usual Skippy without my kids noticing.
And, as all the moms out there can probably guess–they DID notice that it was different–and neither of them said, “Yum! Thanks, Mom, for helping us make healthier choices!”
“I’ve heard that too much butter is bad for the figure”. Check out the amount of butter in that dish!!
Janet
Oh, you’re right, Janet! There’s like, three or four sticks of butter crammed in there!
Playing off #3:
“Hmmm, did I get that Lipitor prescription refilled?”
Hmmm, now let’s see….have I had two cocktails today or three?
Now let me see. If I use all that milk can I get Mr. Holmes to come back tonight and deliver me another quart before supper. That cake is not as good if we don’t have milk to drink with it.
Jodi W, I’ve been trying to come up with a way to work “valium” into a caption for her, and your cocktails caption came closest to what I had in mind. Ha.
Irishof–that’s a good one! You always make me laugh.
Class of 56–I wish I had a milkman to deliver some a bottle to us this weekend. We’re always running out!
“Whatever possessed me to combine this many shades of yellow, cream, and gold in one kitchen?! Maybe I should ditch it all and go with blue and white…”
“hmm… is it our first date anniversary or is it the anniversary of our first fight…”
Is it milk or eggs that gives my mother in law horrible stomach pains?
You guys are cracking me up.
My six-year old says, “She’s trying to think what to cook for dinner.” I’m afraid she sees that “What on earth am I going to make tonight??” look on my face every night around 5:30….
like most women of the 1950s, she was thinking, “Did I remember to take my diet pills this morning?”
You all have such creative captions!
I think she is thinking ” When the hell is he going to cook dinner for me, the slob!”
“Hmm … is that the milkman’s ring? or did John forget his keys again?”
I have the same picture from the cover of the publication, Better Homes & Gardens, June 1939 (yes 1939). The artist was Victor Kessler, whose dates were 1905-1987. I have the cover framed and hanging in my 2003 kitchen.
Dolores great info! If she is in the 30s and not the 50s then she’s thinking “Gosh how can I put dinner on the table every night with only $7 a week?”
Wich came first…the chicken?…or the egg?
It is 4:15 and I have no clue what I’m making for dinner tonight…..
Where did I put the vodka?
“Milk, check. Butter, check. Flour and eggs, check. Now I wonder if I should just buy a Betty Crocker cake mix next time.”
.-= Kiki Nakita´s last blog ..Inside the home of Jon and Kate + 8 =-.
Golly gee?? Too much butter causes saggy baggy butt, or maybe its flabby floppy arms, or was it awfull etchie sketchie strechmacks all over the tummy? Then again it could be blue noodle viens on the legs, or possibley the overflowing cankles ??
Gosh I just can’t remember which one it was Mom told me…whish she just wrote a book on it all.
She is thinking:
4:15 and where are those kids? Did i pick them up from school? No more apple martinis for breakfast.
“Now what percentage of my brainpower do I need for cooking?”
Wish I had tried harder in the domestic science classes at school
She’s saying, “Did I turn on the oven or is that Servel gas refrigerator behind me leaking again?”
I reckon she is thinking:
Who am I. Where am I. And that is not an attractive ceiling light!
It’s definitely 1930′s, at least the frig is. What’s she thinking? “Was it grease then flour or flour then grease the pans? Oh! dear it’s already 4:15.
“Darn, how am I going too make rum cake, if i keep drinking all the rum”
She’s got ADD. She’s struggling with society’s expectations of her. She’s doing her best, her home is neat, she’s done her hair, she’s got the apron, dressed for the part, and she’s working on dinner… but all of these tasks take a toll on her, and she finds herself overwhelmed, stopping briefly to figure out what’s next. And in the back of her mind, she’s also wondering how long she can keep this up for. Well, that’s what it says to me. I spent the whole weekend cleaning, organizing, cooking and entertaining and felt quite like a 50′s housewife. When I went in search of a profile picture to match, this one suited me perfectly. Even though I almost acheived what most women are able and expected to do, I had to work twice as hard, and take these “Where was I?” moments frequently.
Can I really spend every day of my adult life cleaning this house and cooking in this kitchen? Suddenly I can’t breathe!”
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