I'm often struck by a feeling of homesickness when listening to music or watching a movie from the 1920s. Perhaps this connection I feel to the past is due to the fact that I was brought up on old black and whites and jazz records. Or perhaps it's due to the multitude of stories that my grandparents would tell me when I was little. Or perhaps it's due to the fact that I've been reincarnated and I was once a teenaged showgirl living in Paris (I'm only slightly joking). But despite the reason, I find myself undeniably drawn to the past as though I'm attached to it by a string. I watch old movies, I collect old clothes, I listen to old music, and I listen intently to stories from the past. And I count myself very lucky to live in a time when my fascination is not only allowed, but accepted.
Some days I feel more homesick than others, and on those days I drop everything and play dress up (that's what adults do, right?).
Personally, I think there's no better way to spend a morning than in a velvet opera cape from the 20s and ten pounds of beads.
xoxo,
Eliza
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