Somewhere That's Green pt 2

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:

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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!