Here’s a Throwback

Funny, this pandemic ours is making it hard for me to read! I am having a hard time concentrating on a book. I was able to finish Little Women, but haven’t been able to get into anything new. I mentioned it on my Facebook and a few friends agreed. I also posted this article from Vogue magazine, which proves it’s not just us!

I went through my book shelves and found this beauty from the 1990s. I used to love the R.L. Stone Fear Street series. They were easy to read and entertaining. I may just read this next! Maybe it will get me going!

At what point in your adult life it is ok to yearn for your youth? I feel like mid-to-late 30s might be too soon. I wonder if my generation yearns at a faster rate than generations before, as we’ve been catapulted into the soulless world of smartphones and social media. They are a mega distraction. I will admit, I am the one who should have control over my social media. I have turned off my notifications for all the channels, but still find myself jumping on to post and do a quick scroll. I think I enjoy it because I love looking at photographs. I love posting them too. I loved looking at photographs in magazines and books in the 1990s. I see similarities between now and then.

Perhaps my longing for the 1990s has something to do with the slowness of it all. It seemed distraction-free to me. I certainly don’t recall loving my teen years. They were awkward and challenging on many levels. Sure I had a great time with my friends. But that isn’t what I miss the most. I miss being alone in the 1990s. I miss listening to Casey Kasem on the radio and trying to record the top ten hits on a cassette tape, so I wouldn’t have to buy all the albums. Seems I was already frugal then. I miss playing the piano, no, pounding on the piano. If I ever win the lottery, the first purchase for our new home will be a grand piano. I miss drawing Betty & Veronica cartoons and using my Skip-it to develop major calf muscles.

I wonder if I am alone in my thoughts. I have been thinking about the 90s a lot more since many of the fashion, movie, and television trends have returned. Perhaps that is what it is on my mind! Is it on yours?! If it is, you are so rad.



Whoah!! Here is a blast from the past!! Pictured below is a piece of Lisa Frank stationary from the 1990s!! I called it vintage Lisa Frank on my social media post, which made me laugh. You know you are getting old when something from your childhood is considered vintage. Yikes!

Recently, a good friend spent an evening here. She brought over a small box full of old letters. It was mostly handwritten letters exchanged by friends during elementary and high school. This Lisa Frank item was included. It was an absolute riot reading through them. We didn’t have a care in the world and our problems were trivial at best (worst). Most of the letters were written on notebook paper ripped violently from spiral notebooks in the heat of the gossipy moment or teenage angst. So many were folded tightly in an almost origami like form. What a treasure these items are. But they are even more of a treasure today. Handwritten notes are so genuine! I think the letters I wrote then are much more well thought out and meaningful compared to the text messages and e-mails I send today. Before I saw these letters I tried to convince my friend to scan the bulk of them and throw them away, as she was complaining about her clutter. But now, If I were her, I would do that but definitely save some of the more precious ones. I thought it would be cool to press them open and put them on a table, then cover the table with glass, so she could always see read them.

Will handwritten notes ever make a comeback? Even if they did, would we ever take the time to write to each other? I feel as if we can compare this to squeezing the toothpaste out of the tube – once it is out, it is impossible to put it back in. I still write thank you notes and send birthday cards, but certainly not the caliber of yesteryear! Maybe I should start!