I am sucker for old things, retro items that made it through decades in one piece despite their fragility.
I love to wonder who used them. What the story is behind them. Of course, the story.
Chatting with my daughter today, I remarked it was odd a radio announcer was listing off things about the early 1970’s as if that was “that” old.
She looked at me, in the way that only a 17 year can muster, “Mom, that was like FORTY years ago.”
These ornaments remind me of a parallel. To my daughter I am becoming somewhat of a faded cardboard box. Sure, there are beautiful shiny things inside. But, they are still housed in something somewhat old.
The irony is that like these bulbs the memories become brighter, the story more interesting as the box ages. I am becoming retro. Imagine when I become vintage! Thankfully retro is the new hip. I wonder if my teens know that?
Mom, the cutting edge of modern…