Mid century mothers and daughters were clearly tied together not only by their apron strings but the same set of cultural expectations. Not only did they share darling matching outfits but the same sunny enthusiasm for household chores.
And why not?
The post war homemaker’s life was a breeze full of carefree living, going about her household tasks smiling as if she hadn’t a care in the world. It was a life of self polishing ease, a wash n wear world of no scrubbing no stooping no bending and absolutely …..no complaining.
With everything so automatic, it was automatically assumed that like mother like daughter she’d seamlessly follow in moms domestic high-heeled footsteps.
Ladies Be Seated
The message was clear- Girls would be cut from the same cloth as their Mothers
The Pattern is Set
Department stores featured Mother Daughter clothing departments but the handy housewife could whip up a new outfit for Mom and sis on her singer sewing machine in a jiff .
Simplicity began to issue many Mother daughter patterns beginning in the 1940’s, and women’s magazines regularly ran features for sewing patterns.
“Prissy Missy-an irresistible picture….Mother and daughter dress alike in our Prissy Missy by Westway in fine wale piques…little waists and full skirts. So practical to launder!”
These images were indeed cut on the bias
Mothers Little Helpmate
These sugar-coated stereotypes of contented mothers and their copy-cat domesticated daughters seem as frozen and neatly packaged by Madison Avenue as the processed foods these happy homemakers served their families.
In these images filled with matching frilly aprons and starched shirtwaist dresses it was clear who would wear the pants in the family…not the girls!
Visit My Shop
© Sally Edelstein and Envisioning The American Dream, 2014. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to Sally Edelstein and Envisioning The American Dream with appropriate and specific direction to the original content.
You Might Also Enjoy
Real Housewives of the Cold War
Reblogged this on Phase Three and commented:
Loving the images on her blog … it is so my era, and an era that does not exist any longer. It evaporated along the way, and that was okay with me too when I was at the height of my young adult years. I have my own adult daughters now with adult daughters of their own. And then there is my mother. What a conundrum! So many different generations, each with their own ideas about how it ‘should’ be, ‘could’ be and then there is the reality of how it is. Although I’m not even sure that is a reality as much as thoughts not well expressed, not in context with the eras of past, present and a future not yet determined. Sometimes I think the passing era would have been useful to