Friday, August 7, 2009


I do appreciate old-world accessories.

Rather than have an electronic gadget vibrating or ringing in my bag—or worse—I like a more leisurely pace: bicycle instead of car, landline instead of mobile, hand-written letter rather than email. Except when I don’t, naturally.

One charming-but-dated accessory is the ladies’ fan. Being Canadian (or at least that’s my explanation), I prefer to be cold, but if I must be hot, I like an ocean to be rightthere for refreshing dips.

For those close summery evenings when there isn’t a breeze, or for flaunting, à la Undine Spragg (that misinformed Wharton character) from one’s opera booth, here’s a golden yellow vintage fan, from the Museum of the City of New York. I’d almost look forward to still air.**

**Not really.


Delectable Swank said...

I am totally with you on a cool breeze; I am not used to extremely hot weather so when it comes around I have to be able to cool off one way or another! Who wouldn't want that fabulous fan by their side?

Wendy Brandes said...

Wendy Brandes said...

Ugh, I meant to say, I have a fan! Not just post the url.