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1940s linen postcard of a bathing beauty
This morning I was cutting it really close on time. I spent the first part of my day running all around the garment district. For some reason it's so hard for me not to go into m & j trimmings on 6th avenue if I'm ever in a 10 block radius. I ended up staying a little too long staring at ribbon & buttons with my mouth wide open like a deer in the headlights. I glanced at the time and realized I had to get from 42nd Street to the West Village in 7 minutes. So, I pretended like I was in a little road race as I flew down the sidewalk running. I ran through all the new, small parks set up right in the middle of the road. Passed all the tourists near Macy's & the rest of the circus around 34th street. Then, sprinted all the way to 8th Ave. I ran down to the subway, jumped on the A train, & I was determined to be the first person up the stairs at 14th Street. To my surprise I was winning! Then, before I even knew what hit me, I slipped & went flying! It felt like I hit a wall....but it was just the top step. All I could do was get up, wipe the black dust off my hands, & be glad I was at least wearing a pretty cute dress. That made me stop for a second I tell myself to quit rushing around like a crazy person.
I shifted gears and started day dreaming about being a beach bum. I found this beautiful 1940s postcard on etsy from a really wonderful shop called bananastrudel. They sell all types of vintage postcards, maps, & prints. It gave me instant beach inspiration! I couldn't pass it up & ordered it right away. I just love the shoes the lady is wearing. Why not lay in the sand in a pair of red polk a dot wedges. Looks good to me.
little peach
