Browsing Antiques

Yesterday, well, now it’s two days ago, I went to an antique store with my mom and every time we go, I always stop and look through most of the old family pictures they have there and it always makes me sad because these are someone’s wedding pictures, their memories on paper, a glimpse at their life now sold for $.25 each or less to strangers who don’t think, “Oh, look. This was someone’s wife/sister/aunt/mom/best friend.” It’s just for show. Sometimes I imagine what they lived like in the thirties, forties, fifties. Maybe they were rich? The richest people in their town. Where are they now? What did they do? Did they fall in love, get married and live their lives peacefully? Maybe I’m just way too sentimental. Ha. Maybe. 

I perused the clothes there, too. Pretty dresses they wore to their first dance, had their first kiss in, married their best friend in.. 

I wish I could’ve lived back in those times. The luxuries of today would gone, of course. And there’s a drawback to that. But I think it’d be fun to pretend I live in the fiftie’s. Everything was so simple and pretty. Buildings were actually thought about, had massive amounts of detail to them. Women looked good all the time. People cared about what they looked like. Today girls wear shorts/skirts that barely come passed their derriere and wear shirts that are 2 sizes too tight and they wear massive amounts of make-up and hair products and it’s considered pretty even though they look like someone you’d pick up off the street at 3am.. Guys have pants to their knees and shirts that are so long they could fit the Loch Ness perfectly. Isn’t that sexy? NOT. 

Sigh. I wish I lived in the fifties.

Yeah. I decided this would be my first post. Displaying how sentimental I am. 

Enjoy, my non existent readers.