Not that I have any problem with Mad Men. But you're twenty years too late, honey. The ones who tell us we look like I Love Lucy are closer to the mark, but I'd rather hear Rita Hayworth, personally.
The other night we were taking a walk on the other side of the river, and we stopped outside the old Woolworth's here in town to talk to a friend of the Mister's. It's been converted into a music venue, but still has the tiled name by the front door. One of the musicians who was playing that night told us we looked just like we'd stepped out of the thirties. I high-fived him, and was pleased that finally, someone got the era right.
All this to say, the vintage lifestyle is fun, and the response is always super positive. But seriously, no one knows a darn thing about history anymore.