Heloise is in the House!

Would my new BFF who sent me the Heloise book please zip me off an email? I lost your email address and I’d like to properly gush out a marriage proposal to you. Tyvm.

This book is made of awesome. I’m having the best time reading it.

It was printed in 1967 (or there abouts) and it’s a serious blast from the past. You can tell housewifery was a whole different ballgame back then.

There are hints for how not to get blisters on your hands from ironing.

Not from the heat of the iron, mind. From having to iron TOO MUCH.

Do people still iron? I wonder if I have one.

A lot of tips involve sewing. Mayhaps I need to learn how to do that. You can make tea towels out of old ratty bath towels if you know how to sew.

Women! Heloise encourages us to take at least one hour a WEEK to pamper ourselves! Take a bath, slather on the face cream, paint your toenails, just whatever you do- NO CLEANING for that entire hour!

For an exciting change in your daily routine? Drink your cup of coffee in the living room. Don’t drink it in the kitchen, for God’s sake! Go wild with it, girls.

Honestly. I squeed. I love this book. I am a kinky Heloise wannabe.

There is one part I don’t understand though. In the prologue, as Heloise cheers all of us housewives on, encouraging us to do our chores with gusto, pride and courage (Yes. Yes, she says “with courage”) she then writes this line:

“And, don’t forget gals… the second wife usually has the maid!”

So, then… we all want to be the second wife?

I are confused.

(But for real. Email me!)

~cunt

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