Call me old (( fashion ))

There is an elegance about the 1950’s..

The way that guys were gentlemen, holding doors, and courted their women.. the way they could make a girl feel like a prize after they’ve prevailed her affections for a first date. A first date that has been planned for weeks and the day has finally come.. the girls run home giddy and take after each other with an extra care—to craft their perfect curls and up-dos, glide on those lucious red lips and powdered noses— becoming an all day event and a few extra hands, just to see his triumphant smile as he walks you down your front steps and you are proudly tucked in his Chevy Corvette— for a night that called for burgers and milkshakes at the local doo-wop; and of course throwing in a few jumps and jives here and there…

Technology has definately taken its sweep on those days. And although I’ll never wear a poodle-skirt or skip down main street for a pop at the local corner store with my girlfriends, I can always reap what today has to offer… let my pandora mix it up for me and just blog about it… :)