Category: Life

I bought the entire set of TTC subway station buttons. I kept a few for myself (the stops where I’ve lived or worked) and I brought the rest to work to share with my colleagues. Some people thought they were cool and some thought I was weird to buy them — nevermind give them away. (I am both cool and weird. I am also told I’m rather hot but I don’t go there in my blog.)

The nice Spacing people recently released the Scarborough RT & Sheppard line buttons. And I must have them! I lived in Scarborough (shh!) when they built the RT and even remember when the train used to go around that big concrete circle above Kennedy station (if you remember this too please tell me) —  they had to change that because it didn’t work well. (Or at least I think this was the reason. I was really just a baby then and I could not read about it in the popular press).

And I won’t even start to talk about my teenage trips to the Scarborough Town Centre. Oh the shopping for all things Benetton.

 

I love mid-century modern houses and furniture. I wish I could live in total 1950s splendor. For your – I mean my – viewing pleasure (since this site is about me!) here’s a corner of my pad. The telephone works and you can just see the corner of the teak chair with cushions. I love that chair more than any other seating in my home. (I never sit in it however. It is reserved for company). That tower thing is a type holder. More early-century high-tech but I bought it on a whim. I plan on taking it to the Antique Roadshow since it is probably worth a pretty penny. I joke about saving for retirement but really snowbird bliss is all wrapped up in that wooden treasure.

Here’s a better view of that very special chair. The lines are so lovely, aren’t they? You can sit on it if you come over. Gently and with only a glass of white wine. Red wine and you are stuck on the brown sofa.

Finally, here’s my favourite radio.

I collect them and have about 10 or so from the 50s. All are very fun to touch. Sometimes I just sit at home turning the dials and thinking about my future. Wondering what will be. What will become of me.