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daily parcels * tied up in string *

daily musings of a vintage addict * I am totally obsessed with all things vintage * trying to keep up with my past...and sometimes ordinary everyday life

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I live in Australia, my ancestry is in Cornwall. a Celt. a hedgewitch of sorts. I am an Earth Healer. I wear upcycled clothes, patchouli oil and Redback boots. A gypsy. An eccentric. a mystic. I am a searcher, a seeker, a pilgrim on Earth. I serve my guests, tea from an old silver teapot. I love Vervain, yarrow, chamomile & mint. I love to dream, to walk and to wonder

Plan ahead and dream of all the beautiful things that life has to offer

February 07, 2006

a good wife always knows her place


the good wife's guide
This was taken from 'housekeeping monthly - 13 May 1955'
  • have dinner ready. plan ahead, even the night before, to have a delicious meal ready, on time for his return. this is a way of letting him know that you have been thinking about him and are concerned about his needs. most men are hungry when they come home and the prospects of a good meal (especially his favourite dish) is part of the warm welcome needed
  • prepare yourself. take 15 mins to rest so you'll be refreshed when he arrives. touch up your makeup, put a ribbon in your hair and be fresh looking. he has just been with alot of work weary people!
  • be a little gay and a little more interesting for him. his boring day may need a lift and one of your duties is to provide it.
  • prepare the children. take a few minutes to wash the children's hands and faces, comb their hair and if necessary change their clothes. they are little treasures and he would like to see them playing the part. minimise all noise. at the time of his arrival, eliminate all noise of the washer, dryer and vacuum.
  • listen to him. you may have a dozen important things to tell him, but the moment of his arrival is not the time. let him talk first - remember his topic of conversation are more important than yours
  • don't complain if he is late home for dinner or even if he stays out all night. count this as minor compared to what he might have gone through that day
  • arrange his pillow and offer to take off his shoes. speak in a low, soothing and pleasant voice
  • don't ask him questions about his actions or question his judgement or integrity. remember he is the master of the house and as such will always exercise his will with fairness and truthfulness. you have no right to question him

but wait ! there is more - if you would like a copy email me your postal details and I will quite happily post one to you missrobyn1158@yahoo.com.au

ha! I am so grateful that I wasn't a wife in 1955! I love my soul mate & I am happy that I am a housewife but I sure don't follow these rules.

11 Comments:

Blogger Peggy said...

Hope William doesn't read this post cause he will very disappointed in his wife!! LOL

10:44 am  
Blogger Flossy said...

Never question his actions? Don't worry if he stays out all night? Ha! I don't think so. There are a lot of nice things to do, but I'm with you Robyn, I'm glad I wasn't a housewife in 1955!!!

12:46 pm  
Blogger Nicole said...

My husband knows better... You see I am a redhead underneath all that colour... and he has life insurance! :)

1:29 pm  
Blogger Maggie Ann said...

Whoa there...not question about staying out all night? Well, thats a lovely benefit of living for Jesus...that will never happen unless there is an ice storm or something of that nature....worry not my heart. All will be well.

4:38 pm  
Blogger Amy said...

I've seen this one before too, I have to agree that I'm glad I'm not a 1950's housewife either, my hubby knows I'm too outspoken to be like that...

7:38 pm  
Blogger dolly said...

oh my gaaaawwwwd, can ya imagine! wear a bow in your hair and make yourself pretty!!! blimey my DH would think I had finally gone nuts if I did all those things - imagine how *awful* it must have been to *really* be a 50s housewife?!

9:20 pm  
Blogger Alice said...

I wonder what words of wisdom are offered to brides today? I don't read them - Richard would say, "Obviously!" - but I guess there must be publications somewhere that still offer advice.

10:34 pm  
Blogger BrocanteHome said...

Why Ladies I tie my hair up in a pretty ribbon everyday...
Call yourselves Vintage HouseKeepers!
Though woe betide Mark if he stays out all night...

11:01 pm  
Blogger Tongue in Cheek Antiques said...

I agree that the choice of words seem outdated, and far beyond what is expected today. Nevertheless, there is beauty in the thought behind these words: The unconditional love to give of oneself to another. To prepare our best self for the one we love, and to keep that as a focus in one's daily life; Honoring love.

1:37 am  
Blogger Connie and Rob said...

They were the real "Stepford Wives". Love the new movie with Nicole Kidman and Bette Midler! lol.

Connie

5:14 am  
Blogger melissa said...

I'll have to agree with Corey on this one. There really is a sweetness to the thought of going to the trouble of fussing over your husband.

'Course I don't do all that's on the list. It's a happy day when I actually make the bed!

Still, the sentiment is a wonderful one, I think. But call me old-fashioned!

11:11 am  

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