Gertrude was a bit peeved to learn that her thigh exposure was considered more of a disgrace than the stupid bathing bonnet that her sister had slapped together using fruit salad and some glue…
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Thanks, Beth!
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I don’t blame Gertrude. Except for Carmen Miranda, fruit bonnets have never really worked.
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And the fruit bonnets really don’t do well in the sun. It’s lovely for the first few minutes, but then things start to ripen and the flies arrive… 😉
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Yeah, it’s the flies. Although I successfully wore a fruit bonnet in the Antarctic. No flies on me.
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hard to imagine that they actually did this, back it the day. Wish they could bring it back to curtail the current fad for letting it all hang out, anywhere, anytime, anywho.
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Meanwhile, the little boys in the background are getting an education on making women conform to the standards of men. Sigh…
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Amen Gertrude. I feel your pain.
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Sibling rivalry is such fun… 😉
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The measuring of the skirt-length was just an excuse for Mr. Good-Ole-Boy to feel up some bare leg…
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Mr. GOB does indeed look like someone who will eventually end up in a courtroom, accused of salacious intent…
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