Woman lives every day like it's 1958

In 1958 I was living life as a teenager not a married woman, so I saw things a little differently. It was all about the music and dating and
buying 45's at the downtown music store.
Didn't care about jewelry and anything in the house ..lol ... and I hated RED lipstick (still do)

.... and yes the cars @Gaer .. . I had a good friend who only dated guys whose cars she liked. She married a red chevy Impala. 😀.. they are still married today.
 
In 1958 I was living life as a teenager not a married woman, so I saw things a little differently. It was all about the music and dating and
buying 45's at the downtown music store.
Didn't care about jewelry and anything in the house ..lol ... and I hated RED lipstick (still do)

.... and yes the cars @Gaer .. . I had a good friend who only dated guys whose cars she liked. She married a red chevy Impala. 😀.. they are still married today.
Of course she would be still married! The guy had excellent taste!
No red lipstick for me either. Back then it was TANGEE, remember?
 
Oh, i'd DIE FOR the 56 Chevy Bel Air! I wanted that more than ANYTHING back then!
I think that is so cool!
Weird but Oh, so cool that she does her own thing!
I love it!
I know, what a car that is!

I agree, what a great place this world would be if everyone felt comfortable to live the way they wanted to live, not how society, fashion, and critics view the way everyone should live and be.
 
She seems happy...so I'm happy for her.

Diff strokes and all that jazzzz.

BTW...my older brother had a 56 blue chevy, 2 door.
w/blk leather interior, and he wouldn't let anyone near it
except his girlfriends of course.
 
Of course she would be still married! The guy had excellent taste!
No red lipstick for me either. Back then it was TANGEE, remember?
I'm a little young to remember tangee, but a great aunt of mine wore a colour close seconds to this but more silvery.

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I couldn't stand the 50s; I spent 1958 watching my parents' marriage break up and then things went downhill from there. Around about the mid-1960s, though, when I hit my mid-teens, things were starting to get a little more interesting and open-minded and colorful. But the 50s? Ugh.
 

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