Here I am, green to blogging. I have created a new blog on three blog sites: blogger, wordpress and tumblr. I have even succeeded in following myself. Don't ask why!
Yet, I am not clueless by any means when it comes to using computers. I am a technology buff, you know? Like most people, I make the most of it. I couldn't imagine life without these little shiny and glossy objects that we couldn't even imagine when we were kids. Funny how we tend to forget the times when we couldn't skype or pre-order the latest object of desire on Amazon or eBay Inc.
I guess we had more time then, time to read more, to write letters, to keep a diary, to spend more time listening to the significant others...
But have we changed, really? Today, people no longer keep a diary, they blog. Reading paperbacks will soon become obsolete, though I hope not, I must add. We claim that success depends on good communication, but do we know how to listen?
Many things changed, but actually, if you take a closer look, they remained the same. This is why more and more people are buzzing about vintage.
Oh, I love vintage. I love the look, the smell, and the sound of anything vintage. I love the story behind shabby chic objects, hidden in attics, dusted and yellowed by age.
But primarily, I have a deep respect for old people who can tell a story. When was the last time we spoke to an old person? Sigh... They grow older, frailer, sicker, and they won't be much longer around us. We spend our time rummaging feverishly for anything vintage that we can revamp, but we sometimes fail to realise that these beautiful objects are leaden with a story of their own. They have been somewhere, sometime, with somebody who is, probably, no longer here with us.
This is why we need stories. We need to remember things and people because otherwise, we will lose our identity. We will forever shop in giant, nameless marts, buying plastic, eating plastic, leading a plastic existence.
Au lieu of conclusion, I will leave you with a beautiful song, Autrefois, by Pink Martini.
