Last summer on a trip to Maine we stumbled upon a gem of a thrift store where I found stacks of these vintage “Children’s Activities” magazines from 1940. It literally makes my teeth hurt that I didn’t buy them all. (Does this phenomenon affect anyone else? Deep regret=dental discomfort?) But luckily I did buy two, and every page is a treat.
As we have previously discussed, Ivy is dead-set on a princess birthday party this year. Though I mourn the loss of the skeleton/robot days, I have made peace with her decision, but we are keeping Disney out of it. Ariel, Snow White, Rapunzel—you are not invited.