PRESENT MEETS PAST

The other weekend, we stopped at an estate sale and found these vintage champagne glasses and old magazines from the 70s.  We had been looking for this type of champagne glass for a while so were excited to be able to put them to good use, but the real treasure was found in the magazines. 

Flipping through Sphere, a Betty Crocker Magazine, it felt like reading through some of my favorite blogs.  DIY projects, thrifting ideas, and colorful staged parties filled the pages. 

It made me think about how each generation thinks they've come up with the next best thing and that what we're doing things so radically different than the past.  Really, though, a lot of things are quite similar.  Women still love doing projects and creating a world full of color.  We may get our ideas through electronic means now instead of having to wait each month for the mail, but the sharing of information remains the same.

Maybe we're not as crazy detailed as telling people how many days in advance to buy party supplies, though.

We may have changed the name of junking to thrifting, but breathing new life into old things is still going strong.  At least we gave it a more hip sounding name.  Thrifting vintage items sounds much cooler than "junking".  Maybe I'll be ultra hip, though, if I bring back the word "junking" into the main stream again.  Brainstorm!

The spread below has to be my favorite, though.  Matching sweaters for couples?  Yes, please.  Why did we stop doing this?  I better buy some sweaters for Wade and me:)

 



Adding bling to everything was still in style.

Exercise was at the forefront of women's minds.

And the thing I'm most glad hasn't changed?  Crafty women are here to stay.


I've always been pulled to the past.  Intrigued by how people lived, how they viewed life, and curious what they would think of the world now.  I want to believe that my story will go on, as I'm sure everyone else does, as well, and I think finding merit in the past means that someone someday may look back at my life and wonder the same things.

I am undecided how I feel about estate sales.  It was like visiting a museum.  I loved looking at everything, but I also felt sad knowing that the people who used these glasses, who read these magazines no longer lived here. 

If it were me, though, I would want someone to find new use for the things I once treasured.  Sometimes when I look at my favorite books carefully put in my bookshelf, I wonder if someone will one day read my copy and find the same meaning that I hold so dear.  I have a few old books that have the original owner's name in them.  I love that someone valued a book so much that they wanted to make sure people knew it was theirs.  I've added my name to the books I value, too, so that if someone picks one up, even years from now, they will know these words spoke to a girl who lived in Kansas.