I often get caught up in daydreams of simpler times. Times when courting was a big deal, when coca colas only cost 20 cents, and when date night meant coasting in your t-bird down to the drive-in theater. I dream of jukeboxes, doing the jive, and all the vintage things I’ve never physically experienced.
I can go as far as saying I feel a certain nostalgia over it all. Is that odd? Maybe.
Then I step in front of a place that looks like this:
…and all my nostalgic feelings are realized in such a magical way.
This is a car shop down the road from where my mom lives.
It’s got all the bells and whistles of a shop I’d imagine I’d walk into if I lived in such a time as the 50’s.
…including, a payphone!
True story: My 8 year old kid legit thought these were only used as Clark Kent’s changing station when he needed to do the whole reporter to Superhero switcharoo. It baffles me how much it aged me to explain to her how once upon a time cell phones weren’t a thing.
“Hey doll, you gonna be long? Told bae I’d ring him before sunset.”
Kidding. Little did they know in the 50’s… “Going steady with your darling” would turn into “Bae is not Bae until its Facebook official.”
Oh how times have changed. Especially when it comes to clothes! More than anything, my era of choice when it comes to fashion has to be that of the 50’s/60’s. I resonate with the iconic Marilyn in her style, mostly cause the woman had some serious curves and well, being latina… curves are an area my body isn’t lacking.
While for the most part it is tedious to work around certain clothing styles due to this, the classic vintage corset top/below the knee skirt is a favorite combination of mine.
“Here’s the real thing” y’all.
And I got one for you too!
Personally, I prefer coke zero. However, I had to make the exception this time. Nothing screams “Vintage Americana” like enjoying a retro styled Coca Cola from an old Coca Cola machine:
While I am grateful to be a part of the Facebook Generation that allows me to connect to loved ones who live in a different part of the world in realtime… I am also grateful for places like this that allow me to live in my daydreams of jukeboxes, t-birds, and payphones.
Til’ the next time, Darling.