The creation of this outfit helped me embody the life of a 50s housewife. Stressful, with delusional optimism. The original apron was a vintage Fruit of the Loom Guaranteed Apron, but I had to make it less lunch lady and more dinner hostess as an economical housewife would. It took 12 hours. The skirt was hand-hemmed from a below-the-knee A-line. Hair bow made from skirt excess. This little narrative is something that came to mind throughout the entire production process. Enjoy :)
Glazes ham and secures pineapple slices with toothpicks. Sets at 350 degrees, slides into oven.
Okay, done in just under 2 hours or so. I should start on the beets. Now where did I put those gloves? Wouldn’t want to chip my new coat of polish.
Hollers gently, “Sweetheart, I picked up some fresh tobacco for this evening, let me know how you like it.”
Napkins. My goodness, only 8 left! Just washed all the linens, you’d think they’d at least last me a whole week.
Delores just came back from fur shopping in Charlestown, I’ll have to catch up and see how she fared. A mink? No, most likely beaver. Sighs, Maybe John is due for a raise.
Chop, chop, chop. Tosses celery in pot.
A couple more hours until guests. I wonder if Fred and Diane will bring over that lovely merlot again? I could use a cup of tea.
Polishes silverware and tea set. Checks reflection on her mother’s heirloom teapot.
Borrowed pearls again. Oh, is there ever a relief from this insanity?
John walks through kitchen to make a call from his desk.
“It smells wonderful in here darling, new recipe?”, John asks.
She replies, “Why yes, I thought we could use a change from the usual pot roast.”
Smiling tenderly, he holds her by the shoulders and kisses her forehead.
Oh, if he only knew what it was like! I could use an extra hand from time to time.
Pondering.
But he works so hard.
