Sundays Are Cool

In all fairness to my family and ancient family friends, there are some good-looking people hiding amongst the derps. So Sundays shall be our cool palate cleanser.

Let us begin with a trip South of the Border. Well, south of the Mason-Dixon line, anyway. I'm pretty sure that the closest these folks got to Mexico was Western night at the local drive-in.

Fabulous sweater, beautiful skirt, perfectly coiffed hair, and red, red lips...sombrero notwithstanding, this is seriously cool. I'm not sure what happened between then and now, but modern fashion clearly got the short end of the stick.