This Sunday, mothers everywhere will put their feet up [a small luxury that unfortunately eluded the woman in this 1949 ad] and enjoy a day of celebration, if not relaxation. Perhaps grab a bit of quiet time with a book, as our as hostess is doing? [Surely she reading the appliance-revisionist story of 'Suds-Miser and the Seven Rinses', a tale hyperbolically spun by Whirlpool.] And I am certainly curious about locating the 'wonder-working' washer in the living room; what kind of maternal instinct motivated that decision?
KBCULTURE wishes all mothers—new, grand, single, in-law, and otherwise—a most splendid day.