Oh, to be so glamorous . . .

. . . that all I needed to carry was a little beaded purse.  Just a tissue, lipstick and an ornate compact to powder my nose and I'd be out the door in my slinky, black gown.  Ready for a night of dancing, cocktails, interesting conversation and a little flirting.  At least that is what I picture the woman who once owned these did.

Such a life she must have led.  I bet she was friends with June Cleaver ('Leave It To Beaver'), had coffee with Harriet Nelson ('Ozzie and Harriet') and co-chaired charity events with Margaret Anderson ('Father Knows Best').  All dressed impeccably in heels and pearls while tending to their houses, children and hard-working husbands.

Would I have liked to be a housewife in the 50s?  Ah, no.  But didn't they make everything look so effortless?  Perfection was what they strived for. 

But like this little purse with it's missing pearls, I'm just as glad I don't have to live up to certain standards to be cherished, loved or appreciated.  I'm happy with my imperfect house, my friends who like me better than what I may or may not have or do and certainly, my less-than-perfect life.

Thanks for looking at my contribution to Faded Charm's White Wednesday.  And for looking without expecting perfection!