familial fashion over decades.

1890's

This is my Great GREAT Aunt Anna, on my Dad's side.

I love her boots.

She is wearing the latest in pioneer logging fashion  

as thats what my Great GREAT Uncle Tony did for a living 

in 

Wisconsin, of all places!

See, its in my blood!

No, not her fashionable attire,

forestry!

I have stories to tell about them,

but we'll get to that some other day!

1900's

No, no, we had no family members in the cast of "Les Miserables".

That is my Dad's father, Leo, my Grandpa on the right 

with his sister, we think.

She has the most gorgeous lace dress on,

and he is wearing a pageboy cap with his wool suit!

Take a look at the battenburg lace curtains in the background too.

Anyhow

this is all kind of sketchy because we recently discovered

we may be of Austrian descent.

Makes sense 

because we all love "Sound of Music"

and

I can strum the banjo while humming.

Pretty sure we're Austrian...

1910's

That is my Dad's mother, Helena, my Grandma, on the right

Out with the neighbor girlfriend strolling.

Single teenage girls in Chicago!

They have got the Gibson girl hair thing going,

and 

the foo foo collars too.

I tried to figure out if the wind blew up my Grandma's collar in back,

or if she designed it that way.

Because she can so rock it either way

She loved to sew clothes, and had her own dedicated to sewing room 

Shes also showing A LOT of ankle there...

That could be dangerous in today's Chicago, you know.

1920's

This is my Great Aunt Grace on my Dads side.

She married my Grandmom's Brother, Adam, and they never had kids

Thats why they had fun.

Here she is modeling the latest wool swimming attire...

but i must admit

its kinda risque

because it doesnt have sleeves, and her hair is bobbed,

and 

*shhhhhhh!*

the most rebellious thing is

she naughtily rolled down her silk stockings around her ankles!

OOOH, she be trouble !

But fun!

1930's

This is my mother's mother, Katy.

my grandmother.

By the 1930's you were a rebel if you DIDNT cut your hair.

She is absolutely breathtaking in her bob, pearls, stylish dress 

and 

I get lost in her eyes when i see this.

She was married twice like me.

I didnt get the chance to really know her as I was young, 

but I know from her story she was a woman of courage and strength.

"Ive spoken my peace and counted to three..."

1940's

My dad. Raymond.

matching his crystal blue eyes to his baby blue bowtie

to his monogrammed in blue embroidered hankie.

Looking for womenfolk.

and he

found 

~this ~

1940's

My beautiful mother, Helen, in her RN uniform.

My dad fell in love with her after WWII

they met in the Veterans Hospital where he was healing, she was working,

fell in love

got married 

and 

started us.

It wasnt until I was in Kindergarten did I realize

that other peoples mothers

did not wear a white uniform 

around the house though.

1940's

my dad again.

Another suit, another day in the life of a GQ 1940's man.

Crap, he even matched his shoes.

How many men do you know even match their SOCKS?

How many men do you know who can even 

FIND THEIR SOCKS?

wow. just wow.

1950's

My Uncle Lennie, my Dad's brother, was a long time bachelor and liked to have all the latest things.

Did you know speedo shorts came out in the 1950's?

uhmmm.

okey dokey then.

we apoligise - you didnt need to see that.

~moving right along now~

1950's

this is my beautiful sister K.

She got to be in weddings because she wore frilly crinoline dresses well.

shes long legged and got that model look, even to this day.

but you can tell 

that she does not like being arranged 

like one of those crocheted toilet paper hider dolls 

that sat on the back of everyones toilet tanks

in the 50's.

You can tell by the look on her face shes thinking WTH

and 

~this~

this is why she is a librarian who wears sensible shoes today.

1960's

guess whose sitting 

next to my pretty sister N. in her pretty blue going to church dress holding the pretty cute pocket dog?

and 

what was I wearing?

bright red pattern "hid the dirt" shorts and a top that will not stay white for long.

Yep, that is the natural state of my hair always.

Dog's giving me the side eye; you can tell I just was told to not pet the dog.

Im practically squeezing with all of my might not to touch the dog...

or 

holla 

or 

chase after the butterfly that just flew by.

yes it was hard being me.

yes,

ITS 

hard being me.

but-

thats okay because I got this.

Yep. great Grandma - Bushia ("buooo-shh-a") again.

wearing her "screw it im wearing the hat with the flower with the pirate buckle belt" outfit

Id pay money if someone could tell me what colors they were too.

I bet she had a field day with her family coming up with this stuff.

I love this woman.

  SO

when Im in my 80's I will wear anything I darn well like and will pet all dogs.

Familial Fashion be darned.

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