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I'm Obsessed



Image Credit: Simplicity Home Catalog - Fall, 1968

I've researched places. I've researched names and crime scene details. They've fascinated me in every way, but I think I've hit the mother load when it comes to all things 1968!

Look at the party gowns above! Are they not to die for?

I can say that, you know. I write about murder on a daily basis. To. Die. For.

But wait! There's more!

Image Credit: https://www.goldenglobes.com/tv-show/julia-tv

This image from the Julia series appeals to me because I used to be a nurse. When I was growing up, nurses still wore their whites with the Kay's cap. They were everything to me! Everything! And who didn't love Julia? She had heart. She was tough as nails and got the job done!

If you're not familiar with Julia, you can get more information here: Julia on imdb

Image Credit: McCall's - May, 1968

These dresses! I can't love these more! 


Check out this ad for Men's Trim Tapered Ivy's! 

I'll be the first to admit I don't know one single thing about what the guys were wearing in the late '60s. The '60s were before my time, but the research is a blast! Stay tuned for more 1968 fun and don't forget to pre-order your copy of Witch After Time to find out what happens when a modern day mom/retired paranormal crime-solver/psychic medium finds herself in the middle of a murder investigation in 1968 Chicago.

Pre-order here: mybook.to/WitchTime




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