Photo Friday: It's the Little Things Edition (Mid Century Interiors)

Good morning!

Well, we made it to Friday! Hope you're having a good one so far. I've been up to the usual, digging through flickriver for things that might catch your vintage-loving eye this morning...a tall task, but I'm up to it! This user's stream is full of vintage pictures, detailing a young family from the late forties' to the seventies', but, as is my wont, I was most interested by the backgrounds of a lot of the photos, which feature decorating touches that are worth giving a second (or a third, or a fourth) look.

Let's get started:

This is the photo that originally caught my eye. While the pretty cake, tablecloth, favors, and the teeny little birthday girl herself are all as cute as they can be-- ARE WE SEEING. THE MURAL. ON THE WALL. My heart just did a flip. Topically enough, I tried in one of my idle moments the other day to see if you could search online or ebay for these type of full-wall mural wallpaper scrolls without paying $1,000,000 USD for them, but had trouble even locating what I was talking about. Is there a formal name for this kind of decorative paper? I've seen it again and again and again in slightly more chi-chi estate sale houses I've been to-- they usually feature huge peacocks or weeping willows bending low over some colonnaded antebellum house or some other similarly romantic setting to gaze at wistfully as you enjoy dinner in your formal dining room. This one, though, is extremely desirable to me for its bird cage full of white doves, tropical plants, and flowering branches. See it again in the photo of the cool looking lady below:

It reminds me of a paint-by-numbers or those Turner prints of flamingos or cockatiels except more vivid in color. Aaaand....I want one. Maybe I could find a paint by numbers version of something like this but simpler and do it on my own kitchen wall. There was an amazing post by Kate at Scathingly Brilliant where she did something similar in her home's bathroom. It can be done!

This photo is from Christmas at the family's house, and while one of their young sons looks over the construction set he's received from Santa, I am emphatically mouthing the words "OH. MY. GOD." over the sidetable to his left. Do you see it? Once you see it, you can't un-see it! Here and ever after, I'll be looking under clothing racks and checking living rooms at estate sales just ONE MORE TIME to make sure there's not a loin-cloth'd, Art Deco man holding up a piece of glass and a lamp somewhere in the house. I can't believe that the Lord in his infinite wisdom would see fit to keep me and something this kooky a part, so maybe I'll find one of my own some day!

In this photo, I thought, "Nice looking older guy!", and then, "Nice RCA tv, there!" and then, "What is he sitting....oh, man..." It's a rattan Danish-modern style rocker! Perfect for watching tv in. I found a similar one here on the internet, but it still doesn't hold a candle to the one in the picture. It's funny, because every time I see one of those weird white rockers (which, I know is based on an actual chair from the actual time period), I think "that would look like it was from outer space in my house, even with my current crazy design". This, however! THIS I could live with!

This house from the photo set has the most beautiful patio area ever (including mural of lemon tree, thankyouverymuch), PLUS a glassed in, green-house like pool to the left of the picture! Such luxury! I love the idea of being outside with all the light and greenery, but inside away from all the mosquitos and yellow jackets with this kind of set up. Bee-yoot-iful.

Now they're just showing off. WHAT A GORGEOUS CREDENZA. Ugh! I'm sure if I ever get to see one of these in real life, someone will have painted it teal and switched out the fixtures with like DIY dinosaur heads or something else stupid. How elegant does this look with its simple decoration (Buddha, enamel bowl, awesome fake plant in vase) and a backdrop of white pinch pleat curtains? I want this.

How about the love seat the man and his cocker spaniel are sitting on? I think this is pater familias of the whole gang, and doesn't he look sharp in his bow tie? I like how the aforementioned furniture piece is a) vinyl without looking tacky or outdoorsy AT ALL (eat chips on this one all you want kids! Just be careful not to tear it!) and how the black metal frame of it looks appropriately atomic-age.

Last but not least, this house that looks like a postcard and a perfectly fitting guy and his fifties' convertible in the driveway. Bid time return! This is exactly the kind of joint I want to live in!!

So, what did you think? Did your jealous bones come out at all looking over any of these pictures? Will I ever find mural wallpaper at a reasonable rate? Be sure and look at the whole photostream some time when you get a chance, there are a ton of neat photos upload for your viewing pleasure.

That's all for this week! Have a great weekend (FLEA MARKET WEEKEND, THANK GOODNESS...maybe I'll see you out there!), and we'll talk on Monday! Take care of yourselves, til then.

Association for Cultural Equity's Alan Lomax Archives (Why I Love Folk Blues)

Good morning!

Do you or do you not love when you haphazardly rediscover a really good resource you should have been availing yourself to every day of your life, that you'd effectively forgotten about? As luck would have it, I do, because that's exactly how I feel about the Association for Cultural Equity's Alan Lomax Archives, which has been enriching my life x 1,000,000 in the last week or so as I've been piping it through my earphones at my desk. I'd heard about it months ago, but have just now gotten down to really immersing myself in the website. Listening to the likes of Leadbelly, Bessie Jones, and Bukka White, I've 'scaped the confines of my cubicle, and slipped the surly bounds of earth to fly high above the delta, circa 1930-1960, crazy in love with these free streaming historical songs. I now want the albums; I now want to listen to nothing else all day. 17,000 tracks to choose from! For free! ((eyes continue to goggle out of head))

Brother, have you heard the good word about Alan Lomax's folk recordings?

Lomax looking uncharacteristically like Dirk Bogarde, 1940's

Alan Lomax was essentially born into the profession he would spend most of the twentieth century pursuing. His father, John Lomax, held a lifelong interest in vernacular song, springing from his 1870's boyhood on a Texas farm and a chance friendship with an African-American farm hand well versed in lyrics, music, and dance of the (still wild) American West. While pursuing an academic career, the senior Lomax championed the historical relevance of folk song and regional music, collecting and transcribing lyrics from an until-that-point exclusively oral tradition into the 1910 publication Cowboy Songs and Other Frontier Ballads. In 1932, a seventeen year old Alan Lomax joined his father on the road collecting folk music for the Library of Congress. They spent the next year traveling throughout the American South, grappling with the expensive, cumbersome recording devices of the day to capture some of the most unique and significant entries in the blues and folk cannon, and discovering artists who would later become familiar names to music connossieurs throughout the world.

Snapshots from field recordings, 1940 (above); trunk of the Lomaxes traveling car with recording equipment (below)

From a Guardian article on the Lomaxes:

One hot July day in 1933, a Ford sedan turned off Louisiana's Highway 66 to the gates of the notorious Angola state penitentiary. The car was carrying folklorist John Lomax and his 18-year-old son Alan – both crucial and controversial figures in the history of American roots music – as well as a [315 pound] portable recording machine paid for by the Library of Congress that could only be accommodated by ripping out the back seat. Inside, they recorded 12-string guitar player Huddie Ledbetter, who was serving time for attempted homicide. The pair were dumbstruck by his singing and playing, and when the 48-year-old Leadbelly (as all knew him) was released a year later, he became Lomax Sr's driver and assistant. 

It's hard for me to even wrap my head around the idea of going into a room and hearing Leadbelly for the first time, bold as life, in person. Also, please tote this one up under the column, "Dream Jobs- Lisa" in my High Fidelity like list of jobs I will never have. In 1935, the younger Lomax collected field recordings with Zora Neale Hurston (who I think would have been working on her seminal folklore collection Mules and Men at the time?). I CANNOT CONTROL MY JEALOUSY.

While there is controversy over the implied cultural colonialism of "discovering" something people had been doing for a long time, just fine, without any input from the majority culture...I sure am glad these recordings allowed future generations like me to view, as an insect in amber, music unfettered by outside influence. Influenced by their own past sure-- African rhythm structures blending with English folk lyrics tuned to instruments created in the South and picking styles invented by who knows who during who knows when, but that's an organic, rather than synthetic, mix of influences. I might have talked to you before about how the idea of a regional dialect being strictly regional in the pre-radio days is one of the most bolt-of-lightning thoughts I've ever been exposed to-- before there was radio, tv, or the movies, there was no "standard" for the way people sound and no outside influence over the way people talk. At the turn of the century, unless you traveled to another region, or heard someone from another region who had traveled to yours, you would have no way of knowing a Boston accent from a Georgia one if you weren't, respectively, born in Massachusetts or the Peach state. Each vernacular dialect would exist completely independent of one another, and each would be exponentially thicker than their modern day equivalents due to the lack of a pervasive diluting  "mid Atlantic" standard. Essentially, there's no one on the tv or radio to make you start to question the difference between "ought to", "oughta", and "oughter", not to MENTION the alternative word choice of "should". You talked like your mom talked, and she like her mom, and she like her mom, with maybe a foreign influence of country of origin thrown in for spice.

Gabriel Brown and Rochelle French, Eatonville, Florida (hear Brown playing that guitar here)

Now imagine that as applied to music. This music isn't influenced by any grander ambition than playing music; none of these singers are trying to wholeheartedly ape some recording they heard on the radio because in many cases there was no radio. Mind blown, right? And nobody's trying to make a million dollars playing music-- one of my all-time favorite blues recordings, "Dark Road Blues" by Willie Lofton, was one of eight sides Lofton made in the 1920's before spending the rest of his life as a dentist. When there was a neo-blues revival in the roots-music loving sixties', one record collector named Tom Hoskins tracked Mississippi John Hurt down from the lyrics of a recording  he had cut in 1928. "Avalon, my home town, always on my mind," led Hoskins to Avalon, Mississippi, where the aforementioned Hurt was doing what he'd been doing since he made those records in the late twenties'-- farming! I fell in love but hard with Hurt's music through his sweet, soft singing voice and low-key guitar work over lyrics like these from "Ain't No Tellin":

Don't you let my good girl catch you here.

Don't you let my good girl catch you here.

She might shoot you, may cut ya and starve you too.

Ain't no tellin, what, she might do.

Right?!

My favorite new thing I've listened to so far on the ACE streaming archives is this recording of Big Bill Broonzy (above, right, with guitar) that Alan Lomax made in Paris in 1952. The musical performances are top drawer, as I could have told you from other recordings from the forties' I have in my collection, but what I really loved were the dialogues Broonzy gets into on such diverse subjects as race relations, Parisian people, where his songs come from, and classically trained musicians. The cadence of his voice, and his Southern accent and word choice, remind me more of my mom's dad, my granddaddy, than I could tell you. When Broonzy talks about something he's very adamant about, he sounds almost angry...and when he IS angry, he sounds like he could come right across the speakers and stomp you where you stand. Listen to the Paris recordings here, or watch the man himself in action a few years later below:

Lomax's career didn't end with American field recordings-- over the next sixty years, he would travel to all corners of the world recording regional music. But for me, these blues, gospel, and folk recordings from the deep South are the real dealmakers here. I could listen ALL. DAY. I'm so excited to get a chance to hear some songs I haven't heard before, and FOR FREE. What was I waiting for?

Enough about me, though, how about you? Are you a blues or folk music aficionado? What is it about particular kinds of music that really sets the wheels of your imagination spinning? What have you been listening to lately? 

Gotta get back to work, but I will see you tomorrow for Photo Friday! Have a great Thursday, and we'll talk then! Ciao for now!

Stylespiration: Gitte Lee

Good morning!

I've been following the blog Advanced Style off and on for the last few years, because septogenarian (and better) fashion plates of the world a) have been doing it longer than the rest of us, and thus have honed their sartorial skills to a razor sharp degree and b) just DO NOT care if they're going to wear a turban and twenty pounds of costume jewelry-- they've lived a long time and by Godfrey, they deserve carte blanche  in the wardrobe department. However! I am not sure how I managed to overlook cover girl of the Advanced Style book, Gitte Lee. And what I've been missing!

As I just run screaming into the night for pure envy of the monkey fur ensemble to the right
 and the woman's palpable chicness

Born Birgit Kroencke in Denmark in 1935, Gitte was a model and painter when she met Hammer Horror hottie (trip H) Christopher Lee through a mutual friend. The couple married in 1961 and have a daughter, Christina.

The Lees soon after their marriage

You can see her streetwear, which is very chic, here and here, but what I really go for in Lady Lee's clothing choices is her evening wear. Try to set the night on fire, Gitte-- I am all agog at her soignée, old World elegance.

Things I'm interested in-- black turkey feather coat, how to use rouge and kohl to make my face look as much like a striking, classic painting as possible, huge brooch at throat. I pretty much want to look exactly like this at all times. We'll have to talk in another post sometime about Travis Banton, the Paramount costume designer who made that Dietrich ensemble I'm always going on and on about, but this reminds me of something he would put together-- it draws the eye to the wearer, paints a pretty good picture of her adventurous sense of dress, and has an exotic-but-not-silly quality to it. I love the beetle-like iridescence of the feathers and how her the strong bones of her face are accentuated by the tightly-pulled-back hairstyle and boxy silhouette of the coat.

She doesn't stop there, folks! It's not for nothing the Lees are included in several best dressed lists for people over 50-- I would put them on a best dressed list for people under fifty! It's hard, not having the youth and clotheshanger figure of a starlet, to still be the center of attention in the room, and I think Gitte Lee nails it.

To the left--Full length, ruffled evening coat? Check. Black satin dress? Check. Strings of pearls and a large brooch? Check. Tall, elegant date in evening wear? Check. YOU WIN, BL. YOU WIN. I like the ensemble to the right even better, as it gives her more of waist and makes her look more like an actual doll to have the ruffled coat and skirt as two pieces of a dress. I would wear EXACTLY THIS given the opportunity-- the fussiness of the ruffles is completely canceled out by the somber hue and makes it look effortlessly "put together".

This woman also likes her statement pieces:

Are you seeing this face? Does it not make you question why she wears those enormous glasses with a face like that? I love the enormous necklaces as the only ornamentation on the outfit...monk-like simplicity in the rest of the gown, and these heavy pieces of jewelry like an exclamation point. The silver one on the right, ugh, kill me, I want that metal bib so badly. Flea market gods, bestow unto me something like this this weekend.

With Catherine Deneuve-- notice Gitte's recycled the pin from the feather coat photo and the dress from the photo on the right and up two...I am so bad at this. I would love to have a wardrobe with several amazing pieces I was able to mix up and use interchangably with other pieces, but being the wasteful American thrift store shoppin' magpie that I am, I definitely have quantity over quality in my wardrobe. Not to say that many of my items are not quality! But they sure is a lot of 'em in the closet, stuffed together...

Again with the feathers! I could really, really uses a feather capelet like this in my life. Look how her whole ensemble goes from 0 to 100 with the eye catching addition of this accessory. Ugh! I need this.

In celebration of Gitte Lee's evening wear, I made this style board (see links in the caption). Luckily, I have about everything but the feather cape already at home (and I can MAKE this feather cape happen, mark my words)...so if you see a tall, Edward Gorey-esque creature creeping around an estate sale this weekend, one, don't be alarmed, and two, come congratulate me on how close or far I came to my stylespiration of the week!

cape, coat, hat, glasses, lipstick

So! What do you think? What's been inspiring you lately in the clothes category? Have any fun outfits planned out for the gorgeous weather we've been having (leave it to me to choose all black on a week of 70 degree temperature as "what I want")? Who have you looked towards for interesting fashion tips this year? Let's talk!

That's all for today, I gotta get gone! Have a great Wednesday, and I'll see you tomorrow! Take care. Til then.

Weekend Finds: What a House! (And Dresses Galore)

Good morning!

While I was away from you guys this week, I swore up and down on Monday that I wouldn't be attending any of the Easter Sunday weekend sales. My pocketbook and sleep schedule needed a rest! However, when this sale off Hillsboro Road popped up mid week with four hundred photos of the smalls and talls for sale inside...well, hay-ull, I'm only flesh, blood, and bone...and of all that is vintage addicted! :) I grabbed Matthew Friday morning and headed out to almost-Brentwood to take a gander. All these photos except the ones with me in them are yanked from the Estatesales.net website, so if you like what you see and live in Nashville, be sure to keep an eye out for Michael Taylor Estate Sales.

On with this show! First, the house.

This couch was gone with the wind by the time I got there on the second day of a Thurs-Fri-Sat sale...and honestly my heart hurt a little bit. Does it not serve straight up 1970 watching Dark Shadows after school vintage realness? I'm skeptical about the combination of the sea-floor looking shag rug with it, but I can't get over the Tudor-esque details on the arm railing. And look at the print of the cushions!

Someone is probably going to re-cover this in taupe or oatmeal or slate grey or any of those other decorating colors that makes me want to claw my eyes out when applied so unimaginatively to a living room's palette, but I am holding out hope that someone is freaking out as badly as I am that the back of this couch is covered in a frog-pattern made to look like brocade. Notice, below, that the couch is not an arm chair sectional type thing moved up against a side table, but ONE CONTINUOUS SECTIONAL. I die. I really wish I could have seen this in the flesh, but again, there was only a wide empty area where it had been at 10 am Friday morning.

This house  was something else in the way of home decor, and I was thrilled down to my eyelashes when I saw this colonial, Spirit-o-'76 looking back bedroom. Ok, I am mad at myself for not taking my own pictures, but BELIEVE ME when I say that the regimental wallpaper print here was repeated identically in textile form on several panels of cafe curtains that covered a long, rectangular window to the right of this photo. I almost died.

The rest of the place was done in that Liberace-meets-Hollywood-Regency style that was the height of chic in the late sixties' and early seventies'. I am personally a big fan of this and would be over the moon if my entire house looked like a Louis XVI set piece sprinkled with weird old dolls and lobby cards from John Carpenter's The Thing. When you have an aesthetic, EMBRACE THAT ISH. 

Most impressive item at the sale, bar none? This WALL of 1970's swimming medals. Have you ever seen something like this before in your life? Each panel was priced at $40-$60 for the whole shebang, and I'm still kind of kicking myself I didn't go back on 50% off day to make sure there wasn't one or two left. The medals themselves weren't super impressive up close, and yet, that display! And imagine how much swimming you would have to do to win this many medals! The woman who lived in the house had several boys, so I think this may be like four brothers' worth of accolades, but Jesum crow, it's still pretty impressive.

Ok, now we have to give attention to what's really important: the clothes and accessories. This estate was not lacking, not one tic, in amazing wardrobe options. The whole reason I even went to the sale? These two dresses. I had almost no hope of them being there when I got there on the second day, but wowwowow, as Chef Ramsay would say.

Hats a plenty! Do you see the two tone one seems to have a  bird on either side?!

Gorgeous old suitcases:

More purses:

This be-YOOT-iful ivory fifties' swing dress, in the heaviest cloth you could imagine, with little pearl and bead detailing:

A late sixties' shift that looks like it came directly out of this season of Mad Men:

THIS COAT. OH MY GOODNESS.

Enough already, though, what did I get?

Girrrrrl, you know I had to get that crazy unusually-spotted-leopards-everywhere dress. Why was it still there on day two? WHY? (I feel like I should be a guest on a seventies' variety show in this outfit...now, if someone would only send my agent some sign of interest...). I will go ahead and break your heart and mine both by telling your the partridge coat from the last photo was not there when I got there. I was walking around, with Matthew buried under a pile of possible buys, following two women who kept going on about "condition issues" and "resale value" while I scooped up the craziest stuff under their noses. Women of estate sales-- stop talking, start buying, or I am going to out shop you but good.

This dress is a little snug, but notice that the print is not just an abstract black and white mottled doodle, but DALMATIANS. I am not kidding. The woman who wore these clothes was obviously as into novelty prints as I am (and that is saying something). I also got the fifties' formal dress, which comes with a antebellum-like fringed matching wrap that's a good eight feet long and two feet wide...that's a lot of material! I forgot to take a picture (my bad).

Last but not least, the weirdest of the bunch:

Looked like a plain black dress on the hanger with a lot of pleats in a very full skirt...turns out, kimono sleeves! I put the dress on, did a few turns for Matthew, and then went....wait a minute. Why is there this weird sash? What is the purpose of this sash? When suddenly, it occurred to me...not a sash....another pant leg. THIS DRESS IS PANTS?!?! (with the same surprise as the line "Soylent green is people?!")

Now all I need is some wire infrastructuring and this will be an amazing Halloween costume.

I kid, but I seriously may have never been so surprised in my life. Who thought of such a crazy detail to this dress! Can you imagine trying it on in a store back in the day? I need to be about four inches shorter and thirty pounds thinner for the full effect, but I can't say I'm not delighted by how bizarre this garment turned out to be.

So! Let's hear from you! How do you like the estate sale house from this weekend? Seen any humdingers sale-wise lately? What's the most surprised you've ever been trying on a vintage piece of clothing WITH A SURPRISE? What's your latest and greatest purchase? Let's talk!

That's all for today, but I'll be back tomorrow with more junkin' and jawin'. Have a great Tuesday! I gotta get back to work! Til next time. :)

Happy (Belated) Easter! (What I Wore)

Good morning!

Long time no see! I am back from my blogging hiatus, and hope you guys didn't mind the weeklong radio silence too much-- I'll say I missed gabbing at you through this medium a lot more than I thought I would! What's been going on, let's see...found a couple great outfits at a whale of an estate sale Friday, went to a wedding Saturday, and had Easter Brunch with my mom and dad on Sunday-- definitely lots of activity since we spoke last! Of course, first things first-- what I wore on Easter!

Take a look:

What's an Easter Sunday without a fittingly over-the-top bonnet? After some contemplation of the "hat wall" in my den (I'll have to tell you about that later this week), I settled on this floral number which features silk flowers in different shades of blue. I bought this hat at an estate sale in Erin, Tennessee, a tiny little town west of Clarksville. My dad and I must have REALLY wanted to go to an estate sale that weekend, or maybe the preview pictures were really good-- I just remember that when we got there, after a long drive from Nashville, there was hardly anything worth snapping up that hadn't already been snapped up. In the otherwise empty front room of this 1800's farm house, there were a pair of perfect atomic age googie type lamps with their original whipstitch fiberglass shades, plugged into the wall, glowing like a mirage...guess how much? $425 for the pair....FOUR HUNDRED and twenty five DOLLARS for the pair. I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me, but no, that was the actual asking price. Luckily, there was a trunk in one room completely filled with off the wall hats for $3 apiece, and this one came home with me!

I put it together with this gauzy fifties' dress- isn't it strange! I love the scalloped neckline and the powder blue of the dress, and how it is completely see through. What? Why? Have you seen other dresses like this with a similar must-be-worn-with-something-else lack of opacity? It looked much less wrinkly not in broad, unforgiving sun, and I just carried my same Enid Collins bag ("Drifting", a butterfly pattern from I think the early 70's) from the wedding outfit Saturday night.

Because I like to match our outfits so we look even more like a tiny little pair, I put Matthew in this yellow gingham check sports shirt from Kmart's men's department, circa 1965. Isn't it a perfect Beach Boy, Ken Doll looking shirt? It still had the tags from the sixties' on it when I found it at the Rivergate Goodwill.

At my mom's house, we ate lunch and played a ton of Heads Up with my parents, who are surprisingly good at the "Hey Mr. DJ" category. I can hear my mom saying, "What d'you mean SURPRISINGLY?", but I have never laughed so hard as when I realized both my folks and my husband were all insistently humming "Hit Me With Your Best Shot" in unison. Have you played the game? It's essentially charades on an iphone, where you hold the cell to your head and have people give you clues as people, places, and things flash across the screen in different categories. The best part, though, is that it records the people doing the clue-giving. My dad, trying to get Matthew to guess "Chicago": Dad: "It's a musical, it's in a big city, it's near the Great Lakes-" Matthew: "Oh, ohohohohohohoh, I know this one, OKLAHOMA!" just as the buzzer went off. The video, which is now saved on my phone for posterity, captures that moment as I almost fell out of my chair laughing, my true heart's laugh ringing out. It's hard to be in the hot seat as the "guesser" on this game! I just love seeing the video after the fact.

Here we are in the backyard of my parents house...look how if you put the picture in Black and white, it could be Easter 1960!

Last but not least, my mom told me to put my iPhone over this nest in the hedge just to our right in the photo above, and see if I couldn't get a better picture of the robin's eggs in it than she had on her Kodak. When we looked at the picture, wow! Two of the little birds had JUST HATCHED, and a third was making a break for it! We were careful not to disturb the little guys on their first day out of embryo, but how neat to see the tiny things. It was an Easter miracle!

How about you? Did you do anything special or family related this last weekend? What's the most over the top season-appropriate attire you've donned? Had any close encounters with Ranger Rick like nature in all its glory? What have you been up to this last week? Let's talk!

That's all for today, but I will see you back here tomorrow for a regularly scheduled week of vintage goodness! Have a great Monday, enjoy some of this sunshine! Til then.

Blogger Sabbatical (One Week Only!)

Hi, guys!

How's tricks? I think I'm going to take a week off the constant blogging schedule to see if I can't decompress a little...you know how much I love gabbing to you about my shopping exploits and the spoils of war, but this gal is burned out between being a domestic goddess, a Dewey decimal guru, and a darn good deal spotter. It's hard work making it look this easy. ;) However! There are all kinds of exciting things coming down the pipeline, so never fear, never fret-- I can't keep this stuff to myself for long. Hope you have a great MondayTuesdayWednesdayThursdayFriday, and I'll see you back here a week from today (mark your calendars) with more from the vintage vault. Just think of all the things we'll have to talk about by then!! In the meantime, enjoy these vintage photos of a sixties' IBM office whose patriotic color scheme makes me want to run for a paint can. The future is now!

Take care, talk soon!

Lisa