I like really old things, I always have, ever since I was a little child I was fascinated by the old object in my grandparents attic. Then later all the things in Stuart's (my nan's partners) attic, all his fathers old war things and he had this box thing from a family member who was chilling with Lawrence of Arabia. Then as I got older I became transfixed with vintage fashion and jewellery, I love routing through my nan's things and seeing all the stuff she wore when she was my age and stealing them all. I think one of the things about me is that I think I was born in the wrong era. But I guess everybody does, nobody is content in the time were living in; the term ' The grass is greener on the other side' seems pretty apt. Earlier today I watched Midnight in Paris and that is kind of the plot, the protagonist Gil is discontent in present day and wishes to be a part of 1920's Paris. For me I go through phases of wanting be in Oscar Wilde's day to being involved in the beat generation of 50's America with Kerouac, Burroughs and Ginsberg. Or to be involved in Studio 54 with Edie Sedgewick and Andy Warhol. I just feel things were so much more exciting and people were more creative. But that can't really be true, I mean all these creative people were all in different era's so there must be some cool, hipster, creative types around in the present. I kind of feel when people will look back to the 21st century, it's all a bit... blah (not very articulate I know.) Technology is incredible, but everything seems boring, people spend ridiculous amounts of time on social networking sites and just not going out doing things or creating things. I've digressed a bit, but that's all important, well to me anyway. Back to my love of old things, I think my fascination begins and ends with the story behind old things. When I buy a piece of vintage clothing or something from cow I can't help but wonder; Who's was this? Why did they get rid of it? I brought a new skirt today from cow £8 a complete and utter bargain. But I was thinking I wonder what this skirt meant to someone, and then my mind runs away with me and I started thinking I wonder if they went to a party in it and met their now husband, or shared their first kiss in it. (Wow, I really didn't realise I was such a romantic, and I'd always considered my self a realist.)Well I'm wearing the skirt out tonight, so I hope I can come out with a cool story to tell my potential children or grandchildren about. I think I'm just obsessed with story telling.