chad shopping

Up and out of the house early yesterday to head over to my dad’s to help him with a couple of things…. Since it’s right down the street from his place – a Costco trip was in order.

It wasn’t until I was rolling my spoils out to the car that I noticed what a fantastic day it was… Breezy, 68, big puffy clouds in the sky…. I put in Paul’s Boutique, opened the windows and took the long way home.

The boys had just gotten out of bed when I finally came back.

It’s VERY unlike Chad to say he wants something – so when he does finally pipe up and make a request, I’m apt to drop everything and attend to his wishes.

“I want to go to the used record store”

I didn’t need an excuse to go back out in the wonderful weather.

Kevin’s not a music junky and opted to stay home, sip coffee, read and knit.

The Record Exchange is a used record, CD and DVD shop which inhabits a once abandoned, HUGE, 50’s public library. I like to go just to drool on the mid-century modern architecture.

The shop smells like vinyl and old books… Proof positive that even after decades, you can’t get rid of that “library smell”.

The inventory is so vast my eyes usually cross about 1/3 of the way in.

Chad on the other hand couldn’t be happier, and will go through every nook and cranny with a fine tooth comb.

I found a new pass-time while he shops: Look at old vinyl album covers.

It seems I’ve developed a morbid aesthetic fascination with the 1970s.

Spending my formative years in the late 80’s – I’ve always had nothing but distain for the wide-collared 70’s… But lately I find myself looking back at the decade which bore me with endearing eyes.

The unkempt men and the unapologetically slutty women the awkward sense of design. This was the ugly payback from our parent’s socially significant antics of the 60’s beginning to rear it’s head.

Now don’t get me wrong… I’m not going to run out and buy a leisure suit and grow an afro.

I’m not going to blog about this either.

(*cue 70’s porn soundtrack*)