After I had found my bar cart and had stocked it with accessories and the makings for libations, I noticed something was missing – an ice bucket. While not particularly necessary, it didn’t seem right without one to complete the look and feel of a vintage bar. I searched and searched but had a difficult time finding one to which I was really partial. I eventually bought one at World Market that fit right in with the look of the bar cart. I do believe it is quite fetching, even if it’s not vintage.
Bells Are Ringing
Since I’ve been having a tough time being motivated and finding inspiration to write posts, I figured why not go with something simple and obvious, a movie. I was watching Bells are Ringing earlier, and voila, here we are. Released in 1960, it stars Dean Martin and Judy Holliday, along with a fantastic supporting cast. It is based on the Broadway musical of the same name from 1956, which also featured Judy Holliday playing the main role of Ella.
Your Table Is Waiting
Each time I see a vintage kitchen table or dinette set, I cringe slightly over the fact that I can’t buy one. My kitchen is very small, and I do not have one of those cute little nooks for a table. Nor do I have a proper dining room in which to put one. It’s quite sad, I know, but I pull through. Like many things I have written about on the blog, I can dream and fantasize. I assure you, I do.
For Your Viewing Pleasure
Growing up our TV was also a piece of furniture. When I was in the first grade my Dad (always the lucky guy) won money off of the radio and purchased a new TV. It was big, and encased in wood. As I said, it was a piece of furniture, we had things on display sitting on top of it. That thing lasted forever. I don’t know how many times it was affected by lightning and had to be taken to the repair shop, but each time it returned back to my parents’ house working like new. That is, until a few years ago, when lightning finally won the battle with it. Rest in peace, large wooden TV. To my surprise, my parents bought a snazzy HD flat screen TV. They’re more up on technology than I am!
Vintage radios have always had a charm and appeal about them that I have a difficult time expressing in words. It’s probably better illustrated through the starry-eyed look I give while running my hand over them. There’s something about the design of them. The grip you get on the knobs. The way the dial glides over the numbers with the buzz and static interchanging with the brief sound of a station coming in tune. If anything gives the deep nostalgic feel, it’s the look, feel, and sound of a vintage radio.
Lusting For Lustro-Ware
Or something like that. I am back after some time off. I had planned on taking Christmas, my birthday, New Year’s, etc off, but once I flew back from Kansas I decided January would be one long vacation from blogging! It’s just so stressful. (Where’s that sarcasm font when you need one?) I hope everyone has been well and those of you in certain parts of the country aren’t still snowed in.
Back to the subject at hand.
Fill ‘Er Up
In the last six months or so I have acquired an attraction to old coffee carafes, particularly the Pyrex ones. Since I don’t drink coffee, it is a bit curious, however, I love the look of them. They come in varying sizes, shapes, and surface designs that captivate me. They scream vintage kitchen, and the thought of them sitting around brings a smile to my face. They are quite abundant, I see them often while antique perusing, but I perk up every time I come upon one (no pun intended).
My Heart Sighs: Love Came To Me
“Love Came to Me” was written by Dion DiMucci and John Falbo. Dion, as he was better known, also performed the song in 1962, along with the Del-Satins, I believe. I have a difficult time keeping his backing bands straight. Most of the songs I write about in this series are usually slower, but this one has some fun pep to it. I think it may also be about the only positive song Dion sang. It seems that poor guy was always getting jilted or just plain not chosen. This song though, speaks to finally finding love (“this time for real,” he sings) and the indelible feeling that brings, “now, love makes me, makes me feel so good, just like I, I dreamed it would.”
Yule Thank Me, Maybe
But you may never forgive me for the terrible title pun.
Since there are many holidays this time of the year (29 from November through most of January for various major religions!), I’d like to say, whatever you celebrate (even if it’s just Festivus) I hope your holiday and season is filled with love, good people, good times, and peace.
Now I will breach a subject that may be touchy, I hope we can have a respectful and mature discussion about it . . .
My Heart Sighs: To Think You’ve Chosen Me
In 1950, “To Think You’ve Chosen Me” was written by Bennie Benjamin and George Weiss. The lyrics send a wave of glowing warmth over me when I listen. From sending “those shivers through my fingertips” to “and haunts me darling even while you’re gone,” it speaks as a love lullaby. It is soothing and comforting in its music and lyrics. It creates a space where anything seems possible, where true love exists and may just conquer all.