I love old fashioned things. The older I get, the more convinced I am that I should have been born circa 1890. The clothes were lovely, the manners exquisite. The hygeine, lacking, but hey, everyone;s was. I immerse myself in Victorian literature, SteamPunk subculture, and the ideal of chivilry.
Alas! But it will not be so. One of my friends caught me reading "Victorian Living" the other day and he laughed at me. Is it that odd to love the past more then the future?
I have such a love for old things. Old letters with beautiful handwriting. Old clothes that have been lovingly wrapped in muslin for decades. Children's clothing in gorgeous condition due to being only worn for such a short period of time. They say Prince will hate me when he gets older, all the pictures I took of him dressed up as Little Lord Fauntleroy. But he looks so darling! The wide pilgrim collars, the sailor suits, the knicker pants! Makes me want to squeal with how cute he is.
I wish calling cards were still used. I wish Tea happened every day. I wish I could wear hats without getting odd looks. If I ever get the chance, I will have my Victorian house,a nd I'll try to reproduce its old charm. Clawfoot tubs,vainities and high backed commodes, chintz and lace. White curtains. Teapots and teacups and silver. It will be beautiful, and coastal, and my little house will have a wrap around porchwith swings and my children can play all around it....
oh, I'm getting lost in the reverie.....
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