I'm not sure that I buy in fully to the whole vintage thing. I LOVE the rockabilly look and if I had the waist (yeah and the rest!) would be quite happy swanning around in a 50's style dress and curls. My perfect kitchen would be full of enamel tins and scrumptious fabric and I do like the frugality attitude that my dear old Granny fostered. Do I think the women from that era were beautiful? Yes! Do I like the attitude towards women in past times? No. You wouldn't catch me putting my dreams on hold so that my husband to fulfil his (possibly why I'm single!).
I also wouldn't pay a fortune for something that I could buy cheaper in Argos just because it was called vintage in a little boutique down the road. Perhaps I am missing something and just don't 'get' it.
However. I have recently stumbled upon a divine little website dedicated to vintage housekeeping called Brocantehome. It's owner, Alison, is a wonderful writer and at first I just read for the dialect. Now I am never going to be that woman who can swan through her home knowing that there are no dust bunnies under the sofa or avoid being squished by the junk that falls out of the cupboards. But Alison does talk a lot of sense. I like her attitude to avoiding consumerism and taking care of what we have. My Granny had pots and pans 50 years old, her electrical items lasted a life time because she took care of them.
I also like Alison's attitude of taking care of yourself first. Something that I cringed at when I first read it. I couldn't be so selfish! My children come first. Without fail. However, I am mum, dad, and the playful puppy we've always longed for in my house. If I am out of action or just feeling cruddy things go down hill fast here. Because there is no one else who will shove the washing in or make sure my son takes a shower. There's no one else who will occupy the kids instead of letting them get bored and start world war three and there is no one else who will work her little toochie off to further her career so we can be stable financially. I don't even get weekends off like some single parent's because quite frankly their father is a waste of space. Young love is deaf, dumb and blind. Not to say I would change it for anything in the world. I get huge satisfaction in being independent and I take pride in the fact that my children are so fantastic regardless of our situation. They are amazing and so am I.
So after my initial cringe I got to thinking (hold on to your hats, that's never a good thing!). What thing's would I change to ensure that I am healthy and happy too? What could I do for me? Apart from the usual go to bed on time and eat healthy I was stumped. Because I don't really know who 'me' is. Some women could tell you who they are and what they stand for within a blink of an eyelid. I would need a soul searching trip to Thailand to even begin. What? No offers to babysit and pay for my fare? Okay then. It's time for some self-development me thinks. Now miraculously Alison is running a 'find who you are' ecourse called 'Muse' in a couple of weeks, as it costs £24 I'm in two minds whether I shall be hopping on for the ride.
But I am going to do something.
As Thomas Jefferson said 'Do you want to know who you are? Don't ask. Act! Action will delineate and define you.'