Forties Undies aka the Unmentionables

Unmentionables – those articles of ladies’ apparel that are never discussed in public, except in full-page, illustrated ads. ~Changing Times

Richard, tell us about Thorin’s sword

This is very funny, hope you don’t mind I reblogged ;)

Reblogged from Richard Armitage Alter Ego.

If you haven’t checked out this page, you simply must! It’s hilarious!

1940’s Guide to Glamour by Miss Ratherly Stern

Let Miss Ratherly Stern tell you how to be a woman, at least by 1940’s standards

It should’ve been me, Harry

When watching The Christmas Special of Vicar of Dibley, it’s hard not to fall for a “townie tosser”, who moves into “Sleepy Cottage”. Harry Jasper Kennedy moved there from a flat in London because he:”lived on the same street in London for 15 whole years, bell never rang once”.

Looking at him, I find that hard to believe…

Who doesn’t like a man with a fondness for books? He seems adorable from the get go, with his striped jumpers and floppy hair.

Image: Dcosmartypants

The arrival of Harry’s sister Rosie leads to a string of misunderstandings, as the Vicar believes her to be Harry’s girlfriend. This sparks Geraldine’s jealousy and Hell has no fury like a woman scorned…

All is well that ends well! Geraldine deserved a happy ending!

Or as Alice Hornton née Tinker asks :  Has he driven his purple Porsche in your personal parking space yet?

May you find peace, Whitney

I woke to the news of Whitney Houston’s death. Although not surprising, it is nevertheless tragic.

I remember when I first saw and heard her with the début of her first album. She was stunning and unbelievably talented.  To me, Whitney had the most beautiful voice in the world.

Girls worldwide would sing into a brush in front of a mirror, imitating her (I was no exception).

She reigned as queen of pop music until that stunning voice and regal image were destroyed by drug use.

A very sad day…