Even Anna Wintour covets Barbie's wardrobe. (Image courtesy of Black Cat Vintage.)
My “origin story” has always been that I developed my fondness for vintage couture by hiding inside my mother’s dresses as a child. But when a local museum asked me to design a Christmas tree, another possibility emerged.
"The Mighty Disciplinarian," a fictional product less dangerous than many actual ones from the 1900s.
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My recent blog post about the erstwhile practice of douching with Lysol prompted me to investigate other questionable customs that have fallen victim to the march of time and science. What follows is as astonishing glimpse at the lengths our forebears were willing to go in the name of progress, and a reminder that the more things have changed the more they remain the same.
Circa 1950: When Dick is cool, it's time for Zonite.
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I might be the only person who would delight in its discovery, but the truth is I squealed when I uncovered it. There it was, in an old cardboard box in a neglected corner of my mother’s garage: my grandmother’s 1930s douche.
Was my Irish Catholic and often humorless grandmother that obsessed with cleanliness, or did she like so many women use it as (gasp!) birth control?
Warning: this post acknowledges the existence of sex and women's reproduction.
The Little Black Book thoughts about life, luxury and the pursuit of vintage fashion.