What is with me and French post titles? Ah well, c’est la vie . . . 

I imagine part of it stems from the fact that, given the choice, I will lean toward the romantic, every time. I’m quite hopeless that way. No doubt that’s why I love stories as I do. They allow for time travel; for a moment, you’re transported to another place, another time. And you’re free to return any time you wish–back to  modern conveniences and that which you know to be true.   

Perhaps that’s why I love me a bit of Steampunk, too. It connects both worlds–the real and the fantastical–reminding us of all that could be. . .  

{Le Temps Perdu Steampunk Vintage Watch Clock Pendant Necklace by Poetic Designs}

So tell me, if you could take a holiday to another time, when would it be?

Remember the days when city builders focused on architectural detail? When you made calls through an operator, or paid a visit face-to-face? Remember when you’d work hard during the week, but come the weekend, you’d dress to the nines to dance the night away?

Yeah, I don’t either.

Perhaps that’s why I do so love vintage fashion . . .

Soft feminine details for the women, straight lines you can rely on for the men. Not only do they harken back o a simpler time, they echo a time of promise. And it’s all in the details . . .

Thankfully, a part of that lives on with the likes of Vecona Vintage. Don’t you just love the way they display their pieces in vintage photo frames? *swoon*

My friend is in town for training . . . which means we get to hang out in the evenings. Yesterday we opted for dinner and a trip to the mall. After all, there were souvenirs to pick up (it simply wouldn’t do for a mother to come home empty handed);and stores to visit without the need to keep an eye on kids. So it was we meandered into the Pottery Barn.

This was a first for me. While I love pretty much everything the store has to offer, I’ve long feared the associates much too snooty for my liking. They exceeded my expectations. Not only did they refuse to utter a word (we were the only ones in the store, I might add); they looked with disdain our direction. As if we had the nerve to impede on their quiet time.

Whatever. I was much too busy admiring these glasses . . .

{Casa Recycled Glassware from Pottery Barn}

*swoon*

I do not, however, support people with attitude problems. So if you happen to see anything similar, elsewhere, do let me know!