As I was walking to dinner one day this semester, I looked around at the sea of Ugg Boots, Northface jackets, and skin tight leggings and wondered what my great grandmother would think of all this. Through her 100 years of life on this earth she had seen change after change and yet one era for her was the pinnacle of class, beauty, and all that was "good" on God's green earth.

The 1940's.

The 40's was a time of change. The ending of the depression. The start of a War, the first since the "War to End All Wars". Women were gaining independence by the hour and emotions ran thick in the blood of the able-bodied 1940s gal.

I envied my great grandmother as she'd tell me stories of the glory days and wished that I too could have a slice of the 1940's pie. Suddenly it occurred to me that I, in a way could. That night I researched the era and styled my hair as close to the 'rock-a-billy' style as I could fathom (since sometimes a decent ponytail was out of my league). Immediately I felt like I was that much closer.

Soon the hair, lead to an excessive spending spree on itunes and I had a bucket-load of Andrews Sisters and the Glenn Miller band. I ran to the library and checked out popular books of the 40's, and scavenged through the dusty cd racks, whose contents actually smelled closer to vinyl records than cd's(...though maybe that was just the smell of technological antiquity?) Either way, the idea for this experiment came to being through these labors.

I was to go 40's in every faucet possible. I would only listen to 40s music, watch 40's movies, eat food that could be somewhat conceivable in the 1940s, and see if my outlook on life changed at all.

This blog is to track that experiment, to see if the glory days can rise from the dead, if only for my own personal experience.