
Wait, THIS is the year they forego a drawing? I need to see a tub gown, please and thank you. I Googled it and couldn't find a definition.

"Dear Lord, in your wisdom, please strike down this cockerel, whom I believe to be the reincarnation of my husband and therefore a cad of the highest order. Send a replacement."

"Okay, I'm holding it, but how do I tip it now? It's so HEAVY. I hate buttling."

"Hi there. My horse left with another rider. Give a girl a twirl?"

This is me, emotionally, right now. But with more drowsiness.

"And I would've gotten away with it, too, if it weren't for you meddling kids."

"Maybe if I put this mask on, that Interpretive Dream Clown won't tangle with me."

"It is ever so hard to eavesdrop in this hat."

From the horror film "Butterflies Can Bite."

"If you don't provide fainting sleighs or tea poles this season, society will cast you out as a feckless pretender. Pass it on."

"What an ENORMOUS fork," Midge giggled.

When Stella looked back upon her life, she realized it was covertly ripping blooms from her neighbor's garden that gave her a thirst for murder.

"An umbrella AND a hat! How very."

"Goodbye, my darlings," she sobbed, giving them one last kiss before throwing the flowering carcasses into the air. "I will avenge your killing. I think it was Stella."

"And that's how your cousin ended up in the slammer."

"They're not umbrellas, dear. They're social-distancing sticks."

"O mighty overlord, I prayed to you in 1910 to strike down the cock and gift me another, and you DID, and he is fine, but will not crow. HOWEVER WILL I WAKE?"

"Sure Agnes, one second. The man-hedge I grew has fully matured and written me a love note."

Vogue figured out how to carry a baby in your thighs.

"O almighty Lord, giving me a parrot who can talk back to me was a real downgrade."

"One word, Mortimer. One word about the quiche and I will SNIP, I swear it."

The opera was so long, she could no longer tell where her skirt ended and the furniture began.

"That'll teach YOU to get handsy."

As she slipped and tumbled to her death, Hazel thought, "I don't even LIKE the bloody bouquet toss."

"Well, it's so HOT out, you know, so I needed a tennis coat with at least SOME white in it."

"FINALLY my hat is growing!"

"We're so LUCKY we've found the only giant tree at the beach to lean against."

"Be right in darling. I'm just sunning my pelvis for a moment in..." *checks cover line* "... New York?!? Mmmkay."

"And people actually say they LIKE fishing? Great Scott, is the whole WORLD made of lies?"

I call this Lillith Crane: The Later Years.



"Twinkle, twinkle, little Vogue, deliver me a handsome rogue. He'll need a yacht, this eligible mister, And I wouldn't say no to a dishy sister."

I love it when Vogue gets all art-deco on us.

Carly was beginning to regret offering to research the hurricane for her radio station.

This outfit cries out for a hat.

"Patricia, what the devil kind of party is this?" "Shut it, Oliver. I'm watching. FOR NOW."

"Breathe, Gina. And then hit this thing clean over the river and into your mother-in-law's living room."

"Goodbye, Redbeard. I shan't wait for you. If I'm being honest, you didn't smell terrific."

"Summer Fashion Number" doesn't feel like a complte thought.

And to think, we were still 50-plus years away from Splash.


.... are these Cliffs Notes?

"Well, hello there, friend, you look perfectly harmless! Come in for a cuddle!"

"Oh thank GOD it's still there. Marv, I had the strangest nightmare that a fish bit off my nipple."

"Jeannette, it was a DREAM, I TOLD YOU, fish don't eat nipples. Now get in there."

"It was the first lie my big sister ever told me."

This photo of a hat is better than a lot of modern Vogue covers.

If she had to catch a pox, at least it was a beautiful one.



"Irene, you do get the MOST powerful grass for these parties."

She would be enraged when she discovered SPF.

In the meantime she did not make that mistake again.

Those stripes would be welcome today, truly.

I assume sunglasses whose arms go OVER the ear did not have a very successful run.

"You're wearing your scarf wrong, BRENDA."

The U.S. was not yet in the war, of course, but this does have a decidedly military feel to it -- more than your usual boating shots.

Digging the Robin Hood crafts, Vogue. I didn't see that coming.
