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Michelle Flora

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“I know always that I am an outsider; a stranger in this century...” ~H.P. Lovecraft

"I used to put my heart and soul in my dancing, To keep the wolf from my door, But now I'm a lady, Don't have to dance anymore.

I played with handsome men and asked them no questions, I met the best and the worst, But now I'm a lady, I see their pedigrees first.

Let me say there is many a boyfriend, That knew me when, But today there's a guise in the army, Of my forgotten men.

I used to play around without any conscience, I just broke hearts left and right, But now I'm a lady, I plan to be more polite.

Hi-de-ho, baby I'm going places, I've made my plans, hi-de-ho, Love is dealing the aces, I've got my man.

By step by step I hit the top of the ladder, It was a dangerous climb, But now I'm a lady, Come up and see me sometime!"

“Now here's a very, entrancing phrase, It will put you in a daze. To me it don't mean a thing, But it's got a very peculiar swing.

Zaz, zuh, zaz, zuh, zaz, zuh, zay Zaz, zuh, zaz, zuh, zaz..

Now, 'zaz, zuh, zaz' was handed down, From a bloke down in Chinatown. It seems his name was Smoky Joe, And he used to hi, de, hi, de, ho.

Zaz, zuh, zaz, zuh, zaz, zuh, zay Zaz, zuh, zaz, zuh, zaz..

When Smoky Joe came into town, And he kicked the gong around, Any place that he would go, Minnie the Moocher she was sure to go.

With her zaz, zuh, zay And her zaz, zuh, zaz, zuh, zaz....

It makes no difference where you go, There's one thing that they sure do know. There's no need for them to be blue, 'Cause zaz, suh, zaz will always see them through

Zaz, zuh, zaz, zuh, zaz, zuh, zay Zaz, zuh, zaz, zuh, zaz..“

A recent antiquing trip yielded the most beautiful set of shoe photographs from 1929.

The set is an advertising booklet by the Walk-Over shoe company for their autumn line, where each photo describes the shoe material and color options for that particular style.

As a lover of not only 1920s fashion, but 1920s ~shoe~ fashion, this is a grand find!

"I feel so bad, I'm feeling mighty sick and sore. So bad I feel, I said I'm feeling sick and sore, And so afraid. My man don't love me no more.

Moanin' low, My sweet man I love him so, Though he's mean as can be. He's the kind of man, Needs the kind of woman like me.

Gonna die, If sweet man should pass me by. If I die, where'll he be? He's the kind of man, Needs the kind of woman like me.

Don't know any reason why he treats me so poorly, What have I gone and done? Makes my trouble double with his worries when surely, I ain't deservin' of none.

Moanin' low, My sweet man is gonna go, If he goes, oh Lordy. He's the kind of man, Needs the kind of woman like me.

Don't know any reason why he treats me so poorly, What have I gone and done? Makes my trouble double with his worries when surely, I ain't deservin' of none.

Moanin' low, My sweet man is gonna go, If he goes, oh Lordy. He's the kind of man, Needs the kind of woman like me!"