That time she owned a prize-winning police dog named Fritz.
That time she snuggled an adorable cat.
That time she got flowers and you didn’t.
That time she was a flapper and posed with a cigarette that she probably rolled herself.
That time she wore fur, plaid, and flowers all at once.
That time she was a ballerina-fairy in a flower garden.
That time she went en pointe.
That time she made a tulle skirt and hat look like the next big thing.
That time she honeymooned with socks up to there.
That time she was a bathing beauty.
That time she took the Marmon on a road trip with bae.
That time she looked hella fine right out of the water.
That time she had legs for days and chilled on the beach in a polka-dot bathing suit with daughter Scottie.
That time her pearls were the main attraction.
That time her finger waves were fierce af.
That time she wore a fringe cape that you wish you could pull off.
That time she looked like the captain of F. Scott’s heart.
That time she was a back seat driver and didn’t give a damn.
That time she pulled off this low-key I-didn’t-notice-you-standing-there-ready-to-take-my-picture pose.
That time she clowned around.