Fashion Senseless: Mardi Gras 1939

If you can’t stand the HEAT… stay OUT of the kitchen…

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Don’t forget. . .RED BEANS & RICE…

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Rebel Yell! Mardi Gras!

NAMASTE! (That’s Yogi for Toodles!)

The 9 Lives Of Buffalo Tom Peabody & Gunther Tootie

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9 thoughts on “Fashion Senseless: Mardi Gras 1939

  1. Living’ the good life, drunk, puked on, hit in the eyeballs with beads and fake coins. Only way to save the day is to find Baby Jesus in my slice of cake.

    BURP! I’d lift my blouse, but it seems I left it back at Jefferson Square when I stripped down to swim in the fountain. BURP! Scuz. me. I’m high on Hurricanes and them fancy donuts.

    • I think you have composed the perfect introduction to New Orleans. πŸ™‚ lol!
      Chicory coffee and beignets! I hope Google spelled all of that right… Part of the Google update problem is she can’t spell anymore. The little donuts are my favorite thing about New Orleans. I almost forgot I also really like the people. So nice! My experiences in New Orleans were all pre-katrina. I hope the nice people part hasn’t changed.

      • One of my favorite places in all the world. It’s the people that make it wonderful, the atmosphere and food run a very close second.
        I’ve not been back in several years, but something tells me Mardis Gras is still over-the-top and insane…in it’s most defining manner, of course! β€οΈβ˜•οΈ

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