…I would want to be there, in that drawing, instead of being here, in my busy days. This child cotton scarf was brought back from the seaside by my grandmother in 1960. It has written all around names of Romanian seaside resorts. I wasn’t able to clean all of those rust stains, but I like it anyway.
It’s my blog anniversary today. I still enjoy posting here even if I don’t manage to do it so often.
These weird Christmas cards are from my childhood collection, from the eighties. The faceless Santa is really creepy and I also think the faceless child in the left is nice, too :).
I clearly remember the pink fluffy doll the child holds in the second card. I didn’t have one like it but many of my friends did. I also appreciate the very typical carpet in socialist homes and how the card was badly printed, with a lighter stripe in the left. So funny and also so nostalgic.
We have a peaceful day, it’s snowing outside, we have lots of delicious vegan food and the dogs are really happy that we are all at home.
This Red cross poster belonged to my mother in her childhood. It is marked Popular Republic of Romania and this places it before 1965 (when the name of the country changed to Socialist Republic). It says: “In order for you to grow up healthy, strong and cheerful”. I like how the two kids have the same silhouette, even if the girl has red pajamas and the boy blue ones. But the text is written only in male form. Good intentions, never fully materialized, same as many things in socialism.
Linking up with Vintage Bliss Tuesdays.
I grew up with a respect for objects that it is long lost now. Objects that were made to resist, that people would buy once to last a lifetime, that were cared for and appreciated for the material costs but also for the work that went into them. Coats that were carefully stored in order to be worn winter after winter after winter. Photo cameras that had lifetime guaranties. Stoves from the seventies that still work today. My grandmother would keep also objects that were slightly broken, without being a hoarder and without our house getting flooded by objects. There were just a few things that people were owing, things that were useful or pretty but not in excess and even when some of them had to be replaced by new things the old ones were still cherished and kept.
I remember playing with these sunglasses that belonged to my mother in the early seventies. I was fascinated by the pink case and all the colors of the lenses. Only the blue ones, that are mounted in the frames are still intact, the other colors were slightly broken already when I was playing with them. They are just some cheap plastic sunglasses with a silly shape, but I take them out sometimes from a drawer and look at them, at the yellowed case, at the broken lenses…
Linking up with Vintage Bliss Tuesdays.
Happy melancholy, hopeful, nostalgic, full of sadness and potential Mayday!
I have found these this Saturday at the flea market. Usually there are lots of postcards and antique or vintage photos to look through and I love just browsing through them, even if I am rarely buying some lately. I have a large collection of them and I don’t plan to add more to it, as they are so cheap and easy to find and so tempting. I would easily end up with them taking up too much of my limited space. But these four are really special to me.
This one is from Bucharest, Magheru Boulevard and it was sent in 1968. It is such a beautiful image.
This is a birthday greeting card. On the back, it has a note in Serbian and it is dated 9th of September 1941.
These seaside ones are from 1957 and 1958. The second one, says on the back “A morning at the seaside”. It’s such a beautiful and evocative photo, I think it’s my favorite from my collection of seaside cards.
This very expired film, that also stayed a lot in the sun and heat at the flea market, has the perfect blue tint for this view of Bucharest that was always so interesting to me. A site were totalitarian power of the history and of today is made visible, while the architecture of the past is support for the present of all-encompassing consumerism.
Taken with Olympus Mju-1 camera.