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29 Ladies’ Fashion Statements 1868–2020

How things have changed in just 15 decades (152 years)!

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1868 Rosebud Garden of Girls by Julia Margaret Cameron – Victorian Era

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1870 Portrait of African American women (5 years after slavery ended) – Victorian Era

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1882 Victorian Era (public domain in USA due to age of photo)

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1885 (approx.) Studio Portrait – Victorian Era

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1891 Arena Magazine Volume 4 – Anti-Parisian fashion statement.

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1900 Victorian Ladies in Shirtwaists and High-Top Blouses

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1910 “Peysuföt” (left) Traditional Icelandic Costume & Danish Dress

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1920s Flapper Decade

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1922 Flapper Girl in Idaho, USA

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1930 began the Great Depression (worst economic downturn ever) decade, yet these Australian ladies look pretty comfortable.

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1939 Russian Ballerina Tatiana Riabouchinska darning the ballet shoes.

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1943 Utility Clothes in Wartime Britain

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1952 Vinyl Record Ladies

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1954 Summer Dress – Happy Australian housewife?

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1963 Sears Catalog – mod & cheery. (But made of silk…not good.)

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1969 Women’s Fashions, Sears Catalog (Source: Retrowaste)

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1971 Nearing the post-hippie era. (Source:

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1973 High School Girls (Source: photo by Ed Uthman on Flckr)

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1979 The Three Degrees showing late 70s Disco style. I was 22 and no dancer!

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1980s New Wave Decade – Trendy girl at King’s Road, England (Source: Reddit)

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1985 Catalog showing 80s-style semi-casual wear. (Source: Retrowaste)

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1988 Nordstrom Catalog showing more formal cobalt blue on black look.

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1990 Catalog – Bleached denim everywhere!

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1993 Cold Weather Career Wear (Source: Retrowaste)

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1995 Linda Perry of 4 Non Blondes wearing the grunge look. (Source: Last FM)

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2001 The oh-so-trendy Juicy Couture velour tracksuit worn by celebrity(?) I don’t recognize.

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2010 Futuristic Fashion (Source: photo by Rodrigo Carvalho/”visiophone” on Flickr)

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2019 Style from, which I call comfy and sleek.

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2020 & beyond – Multicolor midi dress from (only thing I don’t like are those shoes – stilettos, ugh!


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My Great Love for Handbags…as a Weirdo…Explained

(See my current top picks at bottom.)

While many women go in for “designer” status, insanely buying bags for hundreds if not thousands of dollars, my interest is far more practical and sentimental. And cheap. I’m not the least bit interested in owning a high-status handbag, consider it a silly waste of money engaged in by the sort of women I will never, ever understand or be like. The ones who also wear six-inch spike heals, even as old ladies. Simply unfathomable to me. Can anyone explain those ladies’ motives? But, back to topic

“What is this thing with women and their purses anyhow?”

My interest and great love for cute, practical yet sort of sophisticated handbags began as a child, when as a Christmas present I got this little patent “leather” light green number with off-white trim from my cousin. I was only nine or ten so had no real use for a handbag except as a make-believe thing, like someday as a real, grownup woman I’d make excellent use of such an accessory, filling it with all sorts of handy-dandy items of great use in everyday life. Everything from a nice wallet stuffed full of spending money to cosmetics, snacks, tissues, pen and paper, first-aid, tools, etc. The stuff of big girls with real lives… dreamy lives that I never could quite attain later on, not even to this day. But still I try, and have my trusty “bag of tricks” with the usual stash of useful goodies to assist me in my imperfect little life.

My childhood hero, Felix, and his magic bag of tricks

I simply feel good when searching for, looking at, examining, feeling (my brother calls it fondling), pricing, buying, and using handbags. However, being a shameless cheapskate, I rarely spend more than about $15 on one from the clearance rack. At times I’ve used a $10-off $10-minimum-purchase coupon to get a clearance bag for under $5. Yep, I’m a shameless bottom feeder in the handbag market (as well as elsewhere), although I strictly go only for sweet gems. Real steals I call them.

It’s sort of a primal thing with women, the handbag.

The well-used bag signifies womanhood; it accompanies us to all sorts of happenings and the everyday run-of-the-mill stuff of life. It’s our go-to for just about everything. It’s also a storage place for things we pick up along the way, like books from the free libraries outside people’s homes, rolled up jackets for when it gets chilly, all that sort of stuff. We also love to look at them and admire their cuteness, their splendid design, how it makes other people view us, as if other people actually care about our handbags. But we pretend they care, so it’s all good.

My Type of Bag

I personally only like bags that are lightweight, aren’t too tall and that stand on their own (no tipping). They need to have at least three main compartments with at least one of them fully zippered for wallet security, and at least one outside pocket for keys and such. I prefer short handles for carrying on my arm but also can use a shoulder bag as long as it’s doesn’t hang down too low. I of course only use vegan handbags since about 1985 so have gained a great appreciation for what they can do with polyurethane (PU) and other materials.

As far as appearance, the four below are prime examples of what I’d own if I could manage to splurge and spend more than $25 on one (although one is only $25 and very tempting). Hah, perhaps if I win the lotto, I’d buy all four and spend a whopping $125!

Sigh, I’m so miserly.

Still, handbags…I just love them! Anyone else have this sort of handbag “thing,” where it’s not about status but about comfort and security and playing at being a real, bonafide woman? Hope I’m not the only weirdo like this, but as things go, that’s probably the case.

Below are four bags I consider ideal, all have all the features I love and all are cute and dignified but not gaudy. The prices are only approximate and can vary widely depending on sellers. They can be found online but I prefer to not mention where, exactly, unless they want to pay me, hahaha. As if being mentioned on my little blog would make their sales skyrocket. Poor me, my little dreamworld…

Anyhow, enjoy the lovely vegan handbags, my recent top picks in random order and only selected from online viewing:

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MKF Collection Jeneece M Signature Tote Bag by Mia K. Farrow $40


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MK Belted Collection Fashion Hobo Handbag Women’s Tote Bag Satchel Handbag w/coin purse $38 – zipper pocket on back


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Dasein Snap Around Gold Belted Accent Handbag $33 – zipper pocket on back


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Chooray Plaid Satchel Shoulder Top Handle Bag $25 – zipper pocket on back

Brave New World · Fashion · Health · Human behavior · Narcissism · Uncategorized

How Women and Their Status Shoes Suck

I find women’s shoes, women’s magazines, women’s talk shows—women’s stuff in general—intolerable. But women’s status shoes hold an especially lowly and cringey place in my heart.

The whole stripper bit…

We all know about the strutting female “peacock” thing, how instead of merely walking, the woman in freaky high heels or platforms is parading, on the stroll for a “good time,” all that goofy nonsense. Arched back, slightly bent knees, butt beckoning, the I’m-so-sexy-it-hurts gait, haughty face, all that. She’s showing how proudly female she is, a tough girl who can not only wear those crazy shoes but enjoy it, be highly skilled at it, even dance sinuously, wildly. Ain’t she somethin’?

The female who can not only walk or even trot in outlandishly uncomfortable and painful shoes is considered the absolute finest in female-dom. The pride one feels at accomplishing agility while the feet are arched outrageously and one is walking on one’s severely pinched toes…well, what a heady accomplishment that is for a girl! Could a man ask for anything more statusy? She’s hot stuff, make no mistake, a wild thing in bed. A Queen Bee. Gals don’t get no better than that! A real catch for some wealthy, cool, good-looking man with a “nice” car.

No old lady shoes!

Sensible, comfortable shoes suck, say those high-status gals who also don $1000 handbags. Unless shoes are for working out in at the gym or running the streets in preparation for donning those spiky stilettos come display time, a girl’s shoes need to be showy and tall. Even very big girls wear spiky 6-inch heels, that’s just how important that stiletto is, to show off one’s serious intent to be sexy.

Sensible dress or casual shoes are for OLD LADIES, and no one wants to be an old lady! Ew, gross. Even old ladies wear the tall shoes to prove they still got it. Having IT is what life’s all about. If you don’t got IT, just KYS, old unsexy hag!

So, Oprah and company (The Real and The View crews, etc.), keep on wearing those $3000 red-bottomed spikes, you empowered sexy gals know what life’s all about. You’ve taken life by the balls and owned it! You highly admirable fashionistas, you! I’m in awe. Of your foolishness.

It’s been a long time since I was dopey enough to wear any of that ridiculous footwear women so proudly suffer. No, no thanks, I’ll stick with comfortable, sensible, sturdy, supportive shoes so I can run and climb and kick butt, etc., while staying flight-ready throughout. Yeah, I’m an old lady and proud of surviving my not-so-easy life. No young doofus will ever make me ashamed of whatever age I am.

I’m ready for flight!

About the most unsensible shoes you’ll catch me in are flip flops in the summertime or for around the house (and slippers). But comfy ones with nonslip bottoms. See, I’m ready for WW3 and nukes, earthquakes, a terrorist attack, running off and hiding in the woods while being rounded up for a FEMA camp for refusing vaccines—all the myriad of wonderful possible events of today.

So, teeter about trying to look sexy while breaking your ankles and foot bones in the event of a tornado, a tsunami or whatever and I’ll be there—cringing and shaking my head, old-lady style—to grab your arm, rip those bizarre, crippling things off your feet and toss them into a ditch or something and get some sense into you and some comfortable sturdy (and of course VEGAN) shoes on those gnarly feet of yours, you nincompoop female.