We've been pouring over images that date to the same era as the house we're hoping to buy. Because, you must know, we plan to import vast quantities of adorable-ness through the time machine in the kitchen.
That first image made me laugh for about two solid minutes. Robb actually asked me if I was all right, because I was laughing so hard.
I would take over our household bread-baking responsibilities if someone would buy me this outfit.
Do you think I could lure neighbor-kids over to watch me slather cakes with brown margarine frosting?