vintage
Vintage content about relationships, unions and romances past.
Retro Reimagined
My love for all things vintage started when I was 10 years old. That was the year that the movie Now and Then came out and I. just. couldn’t. get. enough. I loved everything about the way the movie portrayed the 1960s - the music, the banana seat bicycles, the cheerful decor, and especially...the fashion. My best friend and I spent that summer camped out in my cousin’s old “flower power” sleeping bags, memorizing the lyrics to every Jackson 5 song and riding our bikes around town wearing my mother’s old short shorts and floral tops from her own mid-century childhood. For me, it was an absolute love affair - one that is still ongoing. I still listen to Motown hits daily, I still decorate my house with bright floral prints, and I am still very much in love with vintage fashion. In fact, my love for vintage fashion even propelled me into a degree in Costume Design. What could be better than learning in-depth from experts about the history and development of fashion? As an added bonus, during my time working in the university’s costume shop, I got to spend untold hours sorting through and organizing their vintage costume collection. Ohhhhh, the gorgeous dresses I catalogued! For the last 15 years, I’ve been collecting vintage clothing of my own from thrift stores and estate sales - both to wear and to re-sell. I have found some absolutely amazing items, from homemade hostess coats to designer gowns. My favorite find thus far has been a homemade light pink wool dress complete with an attached photo of the original wearer at her 1958 piano recital. It’s tracking down and saving these little bits of history that thrill me so much.
By Christy L Milford5 years ago in Humans
The Smartest Angel
She was a bright woman who entered New York University at the age of 16, and after successfully obtaining a degree in mechanical engineering, worked for American Eastern Airlines. She thought her life would go on like this, but a job posting changed her whole life.
By Karen Nunez5 years ago in Humans
My Redheaded Mom
My five foot-ten inch, orange-blooded, Rocky Top singing, mother of four boys, red-head from Alcoa, Tennessee is best labeled in one term, Boss-Mom. I could write a book about her zest for life and accomplishments but instead will take you to the very hot summer of 1965 when we were stationed at Craig Air Force Base, Selma, Alabama. By the end of the story, maybe you will concur, that she earned this high and honorific designation.
By J. S. Wade5 years ago in Humans
Grandma Urmiza Cooked it so Tasty
Burma, 1917 - 1922 As those years of bondage and despair were going on, it was a divine event or a miracle that a wind of hope blew at an unimaginable time. Urmiza, this story, and the adventure begins in Kosovo and ends in a historical coastal city of the Marmara, where destroy hope and dreams one by one.
By izzet Guvenilir5 years ago in Humans
"All were called but few were chosen. Are you among them."
“All were called, but few were chosen: Are you among the few?” History both ancient and modern are full of great people, both men and women of exceptional gifts and qualities they worked on and were well known in their era for their achievements, some for centuries after their departures. Put in another way, they came, they saw, they worked and they conquered.
By Philip Ebuluofor5 years ago in Humans
1965
A lot happened in 1965. 56 years ago... The United States escalated its involvement in the Vietnam War that year. Bloody Sunday and the March on Selma happened. In New York, Malcom X was assassinated and The Worlds Fair was held. Tom & Jerry, Jefferson Airplane and A Charlie Brown Christmas made their debuts. The Gateway Arch was completed in St. Louis, the Pillsbury Doughboy was created and Lyndon B. Johnson signed the Voting Rights Act into law. 1965 was an extremely significant year. For my 4 year old self if held a different kind of significance; although there is no way that I could have know that at the time.
By Karolyn Denson Landrieux5 years ago in Humans
Everybody Wang Chung
Iowa was a great place to grow up. As a kid, I could play with friends in the corn fields or ride bikes on the gravel roads. I would leave home before lunch and come back home at dinner. And my mom would never worry. When I rode in the car with my folks, we listened to KFAB, the big AM station out of Omaha, for our news, the farm report, weather and, most importantly to me, the music. I can remember the Eagles and CCR in the 70s and singing along in the back seat.
By Timothy Gartin5 years ago in Humans
Afro Puffs, Dashiki, and Bell-Bottom Blues
Sounds from a transistor radio blasting Eric Clapton, Sly and the Family Stone, The Bee Gees, Smokey Robinson and the Miracles, The Beatles, The Supremes. You are ready to go out. It doesn't matter where you are going. You have to feel good. You have to look good. You are young and you have a dream you are going places, but you need to look like the world belongs to you. the 60s opened a new life other excitement. War. Make Love not war dancing in the street burning bras it opened my eyes should I wear Flowers in my hair the student union we're meeting there it's time to sign up for the sitting where your brother’s dashi the colors blind you as you look in the mirror the Blues yellows, greens, red they match the rainbow. You've got to put it over your head carefully as not to mess up your Afro puffs. It took you are mourning temperature here and rap the rubber bands around your her trying to escape its imprisonment. your hair looks fabulous. You're running around like a chicken with his head cut off where are your pants where are you change dirty are in the corner of the room it didn't even take the time to fold them up. Did I wear those yesterday? I don't have time to wander. I'm late for my first 8:30 class. Biology. Ug h! The only thing I like about biology is my professor Mr. Kelly. Francine and I both I fell in love with Mr. Kelly on the first day of class. She made me stay behind after class well she asked him 50 stupid questions about an assignment she had already done. I don't know what I'm gonna do my brothers in Vietnam and I have to write to him again. I don't know anything about Vietnam. I only know that it's wrong. I wrote a letter to one of my brothers Air Force buddies his name was Daniel. He wrote me back I remember he told me that the letter I sent him was a sweet-smelling letter. How did the perfume I spray on the latter stay strong enough to last from Baltimore to Vietnam? I'm afraid to write him again because I don't wanna lose him. If something happens to him my heart will break. My heart is tender. I only have room for one heartbreak. And I'm saving that for my brother in case he doesn't return. So, is off to school. Arrival France sing and she's playing James Brown I'm black and I'm proud with every beat she stops and starts the car. That girl is crazy. But we are friends. She's wearing she's wearing a headband with beads and tide started back Francine’s hair is too WAVY and curly to go in two Afro puffs like mine. She kinda looks like someone from the Blackfoot tribe she said her mother said they have Indian in them I really don't know what that means but because my hair this course and worry I suppose I don't have any Indian in me. Francine is wearing a dashi key too I don't think she got her Dashiki from her old oldest brother because Francine is an only child the fabric of her dashiki is just as bold and bright as mine, but we don't match. Francine is very tall, and her Bell bottoms look better on her because of her length she has the statue's look. I'm short and chubby so my Bell bottoms are too long you can't even see my feet I might as well be barefoot but I choose to wear sandals Zorro’s not really sandals they're like shoes you can get for $0.10 on the Avenue we call them sorrows I don't even know what material they're made out of but they come in different colors Anne of the construction never Zorro was quite precarious one trip end the song will be released from the center of the shoe and you can't fix it believe you me I've tried the only thing you can do let's go back download Ave and buy another pair of sorrows. Trancing turned up the radio and parks her car in the parking lot of the canteen. We get out looking fly but afraid about own shadows and this brand-new world a protest, demonstrations, and college classes. When we walk in the cat team canteen, we see ourselves reflected in the other students. Fashion al fashion is their fashion. What we wear is who we are. Perhaps the future will allow us to maintain this dress code because it was the right dress for the right time. I think we need to go back and get it because the fight isn't over.
By Saja Bo Storm5 years ago in Humans
Me, Merlot, and a girl named Rosealee
The glowing stars were brilliant in all their glory on that warm June night, only second to my perfect bottle of Merlot and my date, a girl named Rosealee. My Merlot, a perfect choice, as I used a carefully designed algorithm to perfectly match the wine in a harmonic cadence of my sensual taste. The night would not have been wasted sitting under the stars drinking the Merlot with the perfect company, Rosealee. However, star gazing was not on the agenda for the night.
By Jeff Crise, Amanda M.G. Busch, Josh Crise5 years ago in Humans
