I’ve learned something new about you: like purses . . . and hummingbirds of course. Readers have dropped some clues since your early bird comment, Jill.
I went to college with a few girls who dressed like the ones in photo. Oddly enough, one of the things that I remember about them is that they carried pretty handbags. Your photo rings true to me.
“Ooh! look at that pretty red purse! Do you think I can get away with a red purse?” “No, that might be pushing the limit.” “But I really like the red purse.” “I know, and it fits your personality. But you’ll be okay with the brown one.”
I like purses too. The part I hate is transferring from one handbag to another. I usually miss something. Thanks, Marie, your post today was charming, as usual.
My teacher friend was a colleague and it was probably Saturday, a day off from school. I had mounds of hair back then. (I wish I could borrow some of it back – ha!) We were admiring purses at a department store in Lancaster, Pennsylvania. Thanks, Fatima.
Two smart clever young women look at the shop window in a city close to them and say to each other “can you imagine spending that kind of money on a purse? They laugh at women’s foolishness and turn away to walk to the large library, where they each select five books to take home with them. Ahhh, a “shopping spree well done.”
I hear your “storytelling” voice in your quip, but we teachers had plenty of books on our shelves. But you’re right, we’d go to a library for novel reading; buying books was out of reach for our slim teachers’ salaries. Thanks for adding audio to the photo frame, Pam!
It’s you looking gorgeous as always …I was going to say with your sister but my eyes wondered over Merrild’s message and I see it’s your teacher .
Handbags …I hate to be shallow but I’m like a toddler in a sweetie shop .😉
Cherryx
“I’m like a toddler in a sweetie shop,” is descriptive, not shallow, in my books!
About the photo: The truth is the polka-dotted girl (me) and a teacher friend of mine are ogling purses in a department store window. Nice to find you here this morning — thanks, Cherry! 🙂
You’re absolutely right, Debby. And the one in the polka dots is moi! If you opened my closet door now you’d be blinded by red, a color “verboten” in days of yore.
Good morning, Marian! I have no idea, but it looks like you’re having fun! 🙂
Yes, I’m with a teacher colleague, having fun.
🙂
Purses! My favorite item to shop for. No wonder she’s smiling. I’m clueless, Marian. 🙂
I’ve learned something new about you: like purses . . . and hummingbirds of course. Readers have dropped some clues since your early bird comment, Jill.
Watt and Shand? Circa 1966?
You have insight, Shirley: Good eyesight and memory. The stamp on the Kodak slide reads 1965.
I went to college with a few girls who dressed like the ones in photo. Oddly enough, one of the things that I remember about them is that they carried pretty handbags. Your photo rings true to me.
I’m curious about your college, Ally. My handbags then were neutral in color: black or brown. I longed for red, of that I’m sure!
Buy the red one!
I didn’t then, but I have since then. Thanks, Arlene!
Lancaster window shopping. Sweet bow on your dress neckline, if that’s you. Shirley has the best chance of being right.
We had two wardrobes: plainer dresses for teaching and larger coverings too. Good guess, Melodie!
Two Mennonite girls window shopping, in the 60s in New York City.
Darlene, you are right about everything, except the city. It was Lancaster, PA. Thanks for taking a good guess with the caption.
“Ooh! look at that pretty red purse! Do you think I can get away with a red purse?” “No, that might be pushing the limit.” “But I really like the red purse.” “I know, and it fits your personality. But you’ll be okay with the brown one.”
Close?
It’s probably word for word, but memory fails, Ginger. Thanks for providing dialogue:”If only windows could talk!”
I’m at a loss for words!
Several commenters feel the same way, Carolyn. There some clues in the replies Maybe I’ll see you this evening, and we can talk.
Also getting a late 60s vibe.
I was looking at purses the other day and had to restrain myself from buying one.
I like purses too. The part I hate is transferring from one handbag to another. I usually miss something. Thanks, Marie, your post today was charming, as usual.
Thank you, Marian! 😀
I also don’t like switching purses. I once left my wallet in the old purse. 😯
I hope you remembered that it was in the old purse. I’d probably forget, and hunt high and low everywhere else. Ha!
Is that’so you shopping for a handbag in the 60s with a friend? No idea where. Did you go on a day trip? I love that smile and hair! ❤
My teacher friend was a colleague and it was probably Saturday, a day off from school. I had mounds of hair back then. (I wish I could borrow some of it back – ha!) We were admiring purses at a department store in Lancaster, Pennsylvania. Thanks, Fatima.
What a happy memory! Well, I am glad I got some of it right. It is a beautiful and natural picture. ❤
🙂
Marian — I’m not sure who’s in this fun photograph, but I’d guess the location is New York and the timeframe is the 1960s.
Perfect guess on the time frame, but it was no NYC for these women: Lancaster, PA on a Saturday, most likely. Good guess, Laurie!
Two smart clever young women look at the shop window in a city close to them and say to each other “can you imagine spending that kind of money on a purse? They laugh at women’s foolishness and turn away to walk to the large library, where they each select five books to take home with them. Ahhh, a “shopping spree well done.”
I hear your “storytelling” voice in your quip, but we teachers had plenty of books on our shelves. But you’re right, we’d go to a library for novel reading; buying books was out of reach for our slim teachers’ salaries. Thanks for adding audio to the photo frame, Pam!
🙂 Couldn’t help myself. xo
Previous comments say it all – I like gazing momentarily in shop windows the ladies look young and classy and happy doing same 😀
I like your concept of Mennonite girls looking classy. If you say so . . . ! 🙂
Thanks for your thoughts, Susan, as always.
It’s you looking gorgeous as always …I was going to say with your sister but my eyes wondered over Merrild’s message and I see it’s your teacher .
Handbags …I hate to be shallow but I’m like a toddler in a sweetie shop .😉
Cherryx
“I’m like a toddler in a sweetie shop,” is descriptive, not shallow, in my books!
About the photo: The truth is the polka-dotted girl (me) and a teacher friend of mine are ogling purses in a department store window. Nice to find you here this morning — thanks, Cherry! 🙂
Looks to me like 2 Mennonite women wanting to get their ‘fancy’ on. 😉
You’re absolutely right, Debby. And the one in the polka dots is moi! If you opened my closet door now you’d be blinded by red, a color “verboten” in days of yore.
Lol, I knew that was you. And yay red, such a power color! You can’t take the girlie out of the girl no matter what the religion. 😉
Amen, Sista!
Yes, fun and longing with no guilt in your smile. Just a desire for the joy of RED!
Yes, the rods and cones of my eyes were dancing a jig! You are right, Elaine, no guilt ,,, just shopping with friends off campus.
Sweet memories! I bet one of them is YOU!
Yes, the polka-dotted gal. Thanks, Lady Fi!