Estate Sale…

We hit up a few estate sales today. Though we purchased very little, I snapped some interested pictures. The more I go to estate sales the more I want to photograph them and not purchase anything. Estate sales sure do tell a story. They tell the story of the elderly people who no longer live there, the story of their adult children who are caring for their elderly parents and of course the estate sale company themselves. Only one of the three companies today took the time to price the items clearly and fairly, and organize the home for the buyers. While I realize that is to benefit them to make good money, to me it is out of respect to the people who lived there. Leftover items strewn about on beds, in the living room and in closets leaves the feeling of a rushed departure and an unhappy ending. Estate sales are not for the faint of heart. I recall my first one was disheartening.

Today I thought about the stories of these people – avid music lovers and  novice photographers. Perhaps a pipe-smoking man sits in his easy chair at the end of the day, admiring the feminine touches of his wife’s interior decorations?

Kids These Days, Just Don’t Know…

Every generation says “kids these days…..” right?  Personally, I might be a bit young to start saying it, but then again I have been catapulted into the digital age where the pace is much faster than generations before. I feel like perhaps we are the most nostalgic generation. I could be wrong. But Pinterest really helps bring forth my argument with its gazillion boards full of 90s products, stores and fashion. This all got me thinking about the best things about the 90s.

Kids these days don’t know how good they have it. They can send private texts to friends from their smartphones, without their parents knowing what they are saying. Back in MY day, we had to talk on a landline, in the living room, in front of everyone, because the phone was attached to the wall. To make matters worse, that coiled cord did not reach very far. When you’re young, you are a contortionist and might be able to twist your body into the hallway and get away from the parents. Can’t say I was but those important, private conversations  certainly helped my budding figure.
If we wanted to say anything not parent-friendly, we would have to use some kind of code, which was made up earlier, on a note passed during school. Hope you had the updated code. Clearly this is why we are smarter than today’s kids. We spoke our own language.

Want to fall in love today? You send your crush an emoji or a GIF. Little characters do all the talking for you. Back in my day, you made a carefully pieced-together mix tape of songs with lyrics that would tell your crush exactly how you feel. It took time, consideration and if you were cheap like me, you had to wait until that song came on the radio! Hell, how many crushes could a girl lose waiting for a song coming on the radio?!

Back in my day, the Internet just started. We connected to the Internet through the one phone line in the home. That meant, if someone was talking on the phone, you could not access the Internet, which means you were missing out on a super important AIM chat with your crush. Holy moly. And you really don’t want to yell at your Dad to get off the phone so you can use the Internet since he paid for it all, right?!

The gratification of sharpening pencils, folding notes you passed in school or even biking to your destination instead of calling Uber.

Similar to the above. I’ve blogged about this before, but I miss that moment where your favorite new song comes on the radio and you were there to hear it! Oh the torture when you had to get out of the car to go to school and the song was not even halfway done yet! Today I can access any song I want in mere seconds. Kind of takes the joy out of it!


There you have it. I could go on but I have the sudden urge to  watch Fresh Prince of Bel-Air.

Those Were (Are) the Days..

I don’t buy digital music. I don’t trust it. I can’t touch it. I can’t pull it off my shelf and use it when wi-fi is down (yeah I know I can download offline but there is never enough storage space and batteries die). I really miss opening a new CD (well not so much the annoying plastic) but cracking open the case, looking at the disc art and of course flipping through the booklet!! Can’t do that with digital music.

Ninety nine percent of the time I get my music from the library. But there are rare occasions when the library doesn’t have the album I am looking for or I really want the album to keep. That hasn’t happened in quite some time. But once in while, something special comes along….

I just heard the Backstreet Boys have a new album out. Listen folks, there is one thing I don’t do it is splurge. Splurging leads to spending money and I am not crazy about spending money. But I drove myself to Target and grabbed their album this weekend. It was worth it. Backstreet Boys are my guilty pleasure; another excuse not to grow up. I still squeal in excitement when I hear them sing (in a more mature, reserved way of course). SO delighted to see they have a new album. Don’t Go Breaking My HeartChances and No Place are great hits, just what I expect from BSB. The rest of the album is equally as catchy and the artwork is pretty cool too. Thanks Backstreet Boys for an excuse to relive my younger years. Those opportunities don’t come around very often. -IBG