A couple of months ago when I started creating holiday paintings I had the hardest time getting into the spirit. It’s hard to think about Christmas when it’s warm and sunny. I asked my father if I could borrow a few of my parents records to help create some inspiration.
I love these records …
To be honest other than Elvis I have no idea who any of the other people are. I was looking on the record jackets and most of them were made at least a decade or more before I was born. I haven’t heard these records in years, but once I put them on the record player I remembered the words to every song and the order they came in. I love how they sound, a little scratchy, not perfect, just like they did when I was small. I love how happy they make me, like everything is as simple as it was twenty years ago. Listening to them not only put me in the holiday spirit, but also helped me remember so many wonderful childhood memories, my mother baking kiffles, my father lifting my sister and I to the top of our tree to place our hideous angel on top. All of these wonderful old records make me smile.
The record player I am using was my aunts when she was a teenager. It’s a little warn and beat up, but it still plays nicely and the super cool 70’s disco lights still flash when the records play. I can only imagine my aunt as a kid dancing around while listening to records on this cute little record player.
My advice is to put away the iPods for a day and pull out the old record players. It’s a nice change of pace. If you want to see more amazing vintage items stop over at Coloradolady for Vintage Thingie Thursday . Have a beautiful Thursday.