I lie awake at night agonizing over what to write in these blog posts, really I do. It's either that or frost cupcakes at three am which, if truth be told, I tend to do quite frequently as well.
It was just the other night as I lay in the dark, agonizing, that my phone started making strange noises. This was not the usual kind of noise which would indicate a call or a message or even a dreaded text. No, this was some strange night time noise that I am sure my phone wouldn't make during the light of day. It may sound paranoid but I am sure this phone was mocking me, in fact it was. It was in fact telling me to charge it in a particularly haughty way. Ugh, technology that communicates with us through beeps and blips just freaks me out. In fact, technology in general freaks me out a bit. I do have a kind of a love/hate relationship with it all.
It does all leave me longing for simpler times. It seems that the older I get the more nostalgic I become as well. I am becoming nostalgic for a time during which I didn't even live. A time when a girl's biggest problem might be something like this:
That's right, the problem is what to do with old cheese. I must admit that I haven't even wanted to do anything with old cheese other than dispose of it but maybe I have been wrong all along. maybe I should be focusing on things like old cheese and stop worrying about my mocking phone. Is it better to lay awake at night thinking about old cheese?
Old cheese aside I have really been thinking vintage and the 1950's in particular, as you may have noticed from previous posts about my new 1950's housewife aprons. I have bought a small stack of 1950's girls dress patterns and the Peanut is now the proud owner of a 1950's style dress which she loves due to it having "a waist".
We (the Peanut and I) are really enjoying our foray into the 1950's and aside from sewing we've been gardening, baking and learning lots of handy household hints. I really think there is something to be said for the domestic arts that so many people have lost.
Ooooops, I better go I think I hear the phone talking and the old cheese is waiting.