Wrong Era?

I really love to listen to Frank Sinatra, Dean Martin, and Nat King Cole while cleaning my house. Really, doing the dishes is much more enjoyable when listening to "Come Fly With Me" or "Luck Be A Lady Tonight."

Sometimes I truly believe that I was born in the wrong era.

It makes me want to slip into a look like this:

I adore full skirts.

Or this:

Thank you, Audrey, for knowing that every woman needs a little black dress. Sometimes more than one!

Or this Jackie O. gem:

Love the color, love the pleats, love everything. Love it.

Maybe I'll go slip on a string of pearls while I go finish up. As Coco Chanel said "A girl should be two things: classy and fabulous."

Even while washing dishes.

So confess! What era would YOU be from?

Home

I'm home again.

I don't really need to say anything else since this picture pretty much says it all.

I might just have kissed his face off in the first few minutes I got home. Don't worry, he liked it.