Old things.

I like old things.

Not like this.
Although, I'm sure I would love to sit down with them and hear stories but for the purpose of this post, this is not what I mean.

I mean something more like this


this

her

and her

her and all of this

and of course her

ooh! and these

and his voice

I used to want to be her

I collect these (drives my husband crazy)

and how could you not love this?


I love old things. I just do. I don't know why but I do and that's been a pill my cute little husband has had to swallow. I love old movies and recipe books and stories and hats and gloves and cars and traditions and old friends and old pictures and dishes and table clothes. I would sit for hours day dreaming of a life like Doris Day. I wanted to wear dresses, hats and gloves everyday and look so perfect every moment and have a darling husband that would play piano when we'd go out and we'd both sing. How silly it is to me now. I just love it all and I can't help it!