Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Vintage?

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I believe I have officially and unwittingly passed over some invisible threshold...and it happened so quietly and without warning.

We were at Wal-Mart recently, using the photo machine to scan prints that were taken the old-fashioned way, with a camera and film. I needed the photo to give as a gift and didn't have the negative (I know some people reading this may not know what a negative is, but believe me, we used them!).

The photo machine is great for making prints from prints, or for enlarging or printing in black & white or sepia. And, there's usually a long waiting line any time we go, even with 3 machines, so we're definitely not alone in our need for this service.

We scanned the image, printed the copy and took it to the cash register to pay. The young guy behind the counter said (and I'm not kidding), in the most pleasant and cheerful voice:

"Oh, cool, a vintage photo. Where and when was this taken?"

VINTAGE!?

When did this happen to me? When did the photos from my younger days become vintage? I'm sure many others who have gone before me have had this experience already, but this was my first initiation into this new world called vintage. Well, I guess it's all downhill from here.

Unless vintage is a really cool thing?

The Photo is of my brother's wedding in about 1987, at the Lenox House, where EVERYONE had their wedding reception. Pictured in photo...
Front Row: my niece and flower girl Jessica, and Cindy, the bride and my soon-to-be sister-in-law.
Back Row: (all my siblings...only my brother Frank is missing; here's everyone including their birth order from 1 to 9) Lou (the youngest boy, #6), Garry (the oldest boy, #2), Eve (the wild baby, #9...I'm 10 years older than her), Sue (#8, our southern peach...lives in Georgia now), Sharon (#7, the fashion plate), me (the middle child, #5), Ruth (#1, the oldest of all of us...she took care of us so often that she was kind of like a mother to me), and my brother Bob, the groom (#4, the Harley Davidson rider).
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8 comments:

Julie Beck said...

vintage is cool!

Loveanewidea said...

Julie-
Thanks...I needed that! :-)

Greg said...

lol, guess I'm vintage too

Loveanewidea said...

Greg-
I need to figure out how to make vintage work to my advantage - like when shops sell old banged up signs for lots of money. They've managed to convince the buyer that it is really cool, and worth even MORE than it was originally! I'll have to work on that. :-)

Blair said...

Vintage is definitely cool.

In middle school, I was obsessed with hippies, so my aunt let me borrow her authentic "vintage" hippie clothes from when she was a teenager! VERY cool.

Loveanewidea said...

Blair-
Thank you! I've decided that I probably can't become un-vintage at this point, so I will really just have to make it cool..."work it" as my daughter would say.

Alaskan Dave Down Under said...

Vintage??? Isn't that something to do with wine or beer?

Loveanewidea said...

Alaskan Dave-
Hmmm...sounds like someone has beer on the brain...I wonder why?!

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