I am really enjoying these old magazines.
I'm wishing now I hadn't purged them years ago.
I saved five.
I had 25.
I love the ladies at the clothesline.
I'm not sure what it is about laundry, and hanging clothes on the line that I find so restorative.
I adore homemaking, did you know that?
I don't know about you, but I could use some of this ointment.
I'm ailing with some serious damp day pains.
I'm going to leave this in the coop so the girls can read it.
No more living like divas, it's time to pay up chickas.
This just made me happy.
Flowers are a necessity.
Amen Maud, amen.
I wish I had one more hen, so I could name her Maud.
There's one more thing certain in my life, other than death and taxes.
I shan't ever be admired for the smartness of my frocks.
I'm ok with that.
I've accepted it.
I still don't accept the death thing, though.
Girls, they are still pushing the coconut.
Even going as far as saying, if your man doesn't get enough of it at home, he's gonna look elsewhere for it.
Don't say I didn't warn you.
You'd better put some coconut on the table tonight.
I'm just sayin'.
And it reads:
Some women have a happy knack of finding joy in the simplest everyday things.
A table set with crisp, snowy linens - a cake baked to fluffy perfection - sunbeams dancing on spotless floors - towels fragrant with sweet, airy cleanness - in such simple homely things, these women find delight.
They're funny that way.
The ad goes on to sing the praises of Fels-Naptha soap. Funny thing, I use that soap almost daily. The ad then admonishes us to jot down 'Fels-Naptha' on our grocery list, whether we soak or boil - 'Nothing can take the place of Fels-Naptha.
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I have a feeling, if you are reading this blog - you're funny that way too.