Today, I spent my lunch break with some coworkers at the National Geographic Museum for their exhibit "Kodachrome Culture: The American Tourist in Europe." I am in love with the 1950s at the moment, and this did not help. Ice cream colored cars on German highways. Cheerful old gossips in Belgian shops. French beaches, Italian cafes, & Spanish bullfighting. Irish farms, English pubs, & Dutch florists. And all of it is red & yellow & green & the brightest of blues. Oh, Kodachrome, you magic, by-gone thing!
Let's move. Let's just move to this place - Etretat, France, 1959 - and spend the rest of our lives in tan skin & butter-yellow swimsuits. It'll be perfect.
I already have excessive amounts of stationery that I rarely get to use, but that isn't stopping me from coveting George Washington's Mount Vernon collection from Crane & Co. I wish I had a place for it in my life!
Why can't we combine the convenience of modern communication with the beauty of sending real notes? Wouldn't it be so much nicer if every email you sent out had a cover of Royal George Peaches, May Duke Cherries, or Sugar Loaf Pineapples?
Or maybe was prefaced by Martha Washington's attractive script and words of wisdom? "Steady as a clock, busy as a bee, and as cheerful as a cricket."