Look at this poor woman. She’s obviously in need of assistance. If you look closely at her face you can almost hear her cries for help:
"Excuse me. Could someone please help me? I seem to have gotten my hand stuck inside my muff. You see, my hand was cold so I put it inside my muff to keep it warm. But either my hand is too big or my muff is too small, because it seems to be quite stuck. Oh, could someone please help me pull my hand out of my muff? I can’t go walking around like this. It’s embarrassing."
I wonder why no one is helping her?
*giggle*
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Does this predate the invention of KY?
it looks almost like her small rich-lady dog has turned on her and is eating her hands first…
Oh, my! I am not sure I should touch this… Whatever I say is just going to sound so very wrong on so many levels. Someone help that poor woman!
I don’t know how to say this…I’ll have to be delicate…
Ever see that Cheech and Chong character named Harry Palmer? I think that’s what’s going on here.
Or else her right forearm has been replaced with a robotic duster/buffing attachment. Now she can do her housework in HALF THE TIME, leaving the rest of her day free to polish her husband’s car to a mirror finish.
After that, she starts on the shoes.
That woman looks a little bit like Sela Ward to me. It’s a shame she had to dirty her lovely muff to dust the house. Too bad Swiffers hadn’t been invented yet!
….and, in her day, society was very unforgiving of women who were caught with their hands in muffs…..
Oh, my goodness. Did I say that?
Hee hee…Clearly, I am not mature enough to read this blog.
It reminds me of a Domo-kun…
Don’t you hate when that happens!?
I think the sleeve from her Dynamite Dress might be caught in there.
Nobody is helping her, because she is calling out in a very ladylike, breathless, whispery Jackie Kennedy voice that she chose to complement the hair and the clothes.
Ummm…It’s cold enough for a muff (a too small one at that), but a regular dress with elbow length sleeves?? No coat or anything??
Husband off to side: “Now, dear, how many times do we have to go over this? First you put on your coat and then your muff…”
I prefer to think that she’s loaded the thing with lead shot and she’s about to fling it at someone who’s annoying the crap out of her.
Lead shot! Yes!
Also, it kind of looks like a silencer. She’s packing heat!
Help me, I’ve fallen in love with this lovely corinthian column–I want to kiss it . . .
Oh, dear! I was cleaning under the furniture (in my pearls and high heel shoes, of course), and this huge dustbunny attached itself to my hand! It’s so distasteful. The room looks just wonderful, though. I know my husband will be pleased. That’s all I’ve ever wanted – to make my man happy.
That’s not a muff, silly. It’s a beaver!
I think she just got her glove stuck in there, but in order to keep up her silhouette, she’s trying to get it out with one hand.
Scarecrow, Tin Man? I disemboweled Toto to make a Castle Guard hat for your disguise!
who cares about the beaver/muff…
what about her hips?
and does the old lady style settee fabric of her dress accent it?
mmmm..
I remember these from when I was a child. It was before ladies gloves were made from Thinsalate. Childrens muff’s typicaly hung from a string. They were warm.