I know you won’t believe it, but not everyone craves a vintage life. Case in point: My husband, Practical Man, has been heard to mutter things like, “I threw one of those out in 1972″ while I am squealing over my latest treasure.
I am a terrible recycler on garbage day (I still think it’s unfair that Kleenex is paper and paper is recyclable but Kleenex is not…?) so I give back to the earth in my own way by embracing vintage and buying most things used. Plus, vintage comes with a story (even if I have to conjure it out of nowhere) and loads of style. What’s not to like?
At 5’9”, I am not a dainty flower; in fact, the first words out of my petite mother-in-law’s mouth when she craned her neck to look up, up, up at me were, “How TALL are you?!” Despite my strapping stature, I used to faint a lot (soooo very vintage) but now I take medication and can stay mostly upright. The air is thinner at this height and with my head all up in the clouds, as it tends to be.
Whether it’s vehicles, dishes, real estate, fabric, bicycles, recipes, fashion, decorating, music or ideologies, I am my most euphoric when my life is skewed towards the vintage. I even married a vintage man — Practical Man is 15 years more practical than I.
Maybe I was a little slow to notice this pattern/fixation but I’m doing something about it now and hope you’ll join me as we dream about, share delights from and revel in A Vintage Life.
More about me at christinefader.com
p.s. I work as a career counsellor, so if you like reading my ramblings and happen to be in need of a little career help that you can read while soaking in the tub with chocolate or wine (or both–I’m not judging), you might like my latest book, Career Cupid. I am also currently writing fiction for children (en route to being discovered by some fabulous agent/publisher).
p.p.s. ten points if you’re a word geek like me who knows what “p.s.” and “p.p.s.” stand for…