Vintage Seven Sisters)
I like imagine biking over to the train station with a bundle of flowers in my basket to meet my sweetheart. I'd be all gussied up, my hair freshly out of the curlers from the night before, wearing a fitted bold colored dress with a string of pearls. (Veganism be damned!) April would be so cute stepping off the train, surrounded by smoke, clutching a letter by yours truly written in elaborate cursive handwriting... Sigh.
It's strange to think about how differently women interacted with the world in the '50s. Information was gleaned so differently. No google. No instagram. One actually had to read books and newspapers to be learned.
Side note, I wish I could have experienced the art world of the time. Everything was so new, different, and exciting; abstract expressionism was at it's height!
Is there another time you should have been born in?