By: Lynn Peril

I’ve been dancing in a dead woman’s clothes more than once.

By: Lynn Peril

Just look at that gorgeous lamé fabric!

By: Lynn Peril

There’s nothing like vintage gabardine.

By: Lynn Peril

I bought a men’s size XL and cut out the collar.

By: Lynn Peril

My sweater has a union label.

By: Lynn Peril

I could “generally be found in black leggings and a wool Pendleton.”

By: Lynn Peril

“1. Easy Bake Oven. 2. Game Barnabas Collins.”

By: Lynn Peril

“We couldn’t put Mother in the series.”

By: Lynn Peril

“Love’s another sterile gift, another shit condition.”

By: Lynn Peril

Radio in hand, Mandrake heads for General Ripper’s office.

By: Lynn Peril

Could 50-foot Nancy be read as a metaphor for women’s anger?

By: Lynn Peril

Shops designed to “encourage the blundering male to pick the right gifts.”

By: Lynn Peril

She awoke to find him on his hands and knees on the floor, “making funny noises.”

By: Lynn Peril

Could a flapper solve the Hall-Mills murder, where others had failed?

By: Lynn Peril

Escorts were to “be polite but impersonal at all times.”