Little Shop of Horrors A while back, Secret Agent Man and I were having a discussion about how we'd like to win a huge ginormous lottery so we could build our own little town and set it up by our rules. Limited number of homes, small town feeling. I want a town square where there's a bandstand and people feel safe walking to and from stores. Where there's no graffiti, no trash in the streets, no boarded up buildings. A drive-in movie theater. A soda shop.
Like Back to the Future or Ghost Whisper:
I find that I am somewhat obsessed with an idealized 50's aesthetic. Not the "Mad Men" kind of thing you see on TV, but a happier version of that time.
When cars were cool:
And concept cars were even cooler:
Jazz was hot:
Men were manlier:
Women were woman-lier:
I love the 50's modern house:
I love the idea of being a stay at home mom that has a martini waiting for dad when he gets home, and dad mowing the lawn with said martini in hand. TV dinners. Dinner parties.
Fashions were lovely:
And everyone seemed so happy with simple things:
Okay, I did say this was an
idealized vision, didn't I? I may have trouble with trading my laptop for the 50's home computer:
Flying was still fun:
Sci Fi was awesome:
And even the naughty bits seem sweet today:
And most important, we knew who we were: Americans, families, striving for a better tomorrow.
We knew who our enemies were:
And it wasn't us:
That's the life I want.
Anyone want to join me? I'm having a party in the fallout shelter promptly at five. Bring some martini olives and you're in!