I have for you a chilly-but-sunny Sunday greeting from Brussels. I still haven't braved out the cold, and went outside, because I'm playing "tourist" and having a slow morning.
That's something I haven't done in a long time. Usually, by this time, I've done some housework, and headed out to do my Farmer's Market visit (truthfully, by this time back home, I'd be done with market, and having Sunday's dose of coffee & chat in our local coffee shop).
Here's a story that starts out quite rudely. It proves that there are (and, sadly, always will be) people who are shallow, materialistic and oriented solely on physical appearance of a lady.
Take a look:
Remember: this was printed back in 1950s, and plastic surgery was something of a phenomena. Seeing a story like this, tells a lot. This was a way to address all the gals out there thinking that a little bit of "surgical assistance" can make their lives sparkle, heal their hearts and change the way people treat you. I wonder: what is the way we can, nowadays, address this SAME issue to younger generations out there.
Have a great Sunday.