Oh, how times have changed!

On the day I decided not to buy the highchair, I did walk away with a cute little goody. Ryan found it on a shelf at the back of the store... he said it had 'me' written all over it.

I think he's right, don't you?

We agreed that I'll likely never 'learn' anything from the outdated material (copyright says 1939), but it has been a fun read. One of my favorite sections, on camera gear, mentions price ranges... the most you would have spent on a camera in the late 1930's?

$300.

Sittin' Pretty...

I discovered this highchair in an antique shop a couple of weeks ago. Completely thrilled over my find, I sent a picture message to my darling hubby at work.

The only thing I included with the photo was, "eeeee!!"

I didn't need to say more. He knows my love of all things, well, old.

Three different times, I went back to that little shop and looked at the seat. It was so... perfect. Weathered and aged, but obviously loved, and still in great shape.

When we wandered into the same shop last weekend, Ryan told me he wanted to buy it for me.

...and are you ready for this? I.said.no.

We left without the little turquoise cutie and I thought about it all night long. Seriously people--these are the things I think about when I'm laying in bed and can't sleep. Highchairs. From the 1950's.

So I confessed to Ryan the next morning that I had made a terrible mistake, and because he's such an awesome dude, he told me to head right back down to the shop and pick it up.

And I did.

And we're in love.