I was born in the wrong era. That's a given. I want to dine at a club with a full band. I want sway in arms of a gentleman while a crooner sings about love. I want to wear a dress and heels and head downtown to shop.
If I am in a mellow mood, I will put on my Sinatra album (yes, I said album...Sinatra should only be heard on vinyl.) When I was in high school, very few if any of my classmates shared my passion for the oldies. But college.....that was a different story. I knew multiple people who not only knew who Sinatra was, but appreciated his genius. One night we decided to kick back a few decades and celebrate the era when old blue eyes topped the charts. I wore a dress I found several years ago in a vintage clothing store.
P.S. When Mama Thrift was 17, she saw "old blue eyes" in concert. She was attending a Girl's State Leadership Conference and all the attendees were taken to the concert. She said she thought he was old and stuffy and was bored for most of the concert. Scandalous I tell you! These old people....they didn't appreciate what they had.