|a perfect day…|
I want a record player
There’s just something about listening to records that seems to vintage and lovely
Growing up we had a huge old record player and my grandparents record collection…
…I would listen to all of them in one sitting; in love with the way they sounded and watching the needle work it’s way to the center.
|can this PLEASE be me??|
|the good ol’ days|
Records are so simple and pure.
From a time when life was simple and innocent…
…a time when boys courted girls and mothers wore pearls.
|why shouldn’t this be me someday??|
I think it’s time I look to make this happen.
I feel warm and happy just imagining it.
And shouldn’t everyone strive to feel warm and happy?