What is it about vintage knick-knacks and photographs that are so charming?  I find myself drawn to images just because they have that bleached, scratchy, frazzled around the edges look. Something seems so perfect in an old image – maybe because it’s tried, and true, and maybe because an image is one of the few bridges we have between past and present.

I can hold something vintage, whatever is it, and know that it existed decades before I did.  That people who have come and gone before me have seen that very same thing, held in their own hands, and took enough gentle care of it that it made it, in tact, all the way up to the present.

I love the rising trend in vintage-chic design, or perhaps it’s not a new trend at all, but rather one that ebbs and flows, and is enjoying a moment in the spotlight. One of my favorite vintage items: the record player. It’s beautiful, it’s analog, it plays music, it’s enormous. And, most of them still work, even half a century or more after they were made.  Imagine my iPod working in 2 years, let alone 50!  The mechanics are so simple, the function so basic, and when in operation, the record spinning round and round is nothing short of mesmerizing.