Today is National Dear Diary Day!
Diaries have been kept for generations. Diaries include thoughts, hopes for the future, and daily adventures. Sometimes diaries include secrets shared only with a dairy. Sometimes they include day-by-day activities – a sort of document of our lives. The beauty of a diary is, it can include anything you want to write about! It gives you a chance for self expression and to document things you don’t want to forget.
To celebrate Dear Diary Day, we’ve gathered diary entries from the shops of Vintage Unscripted to share with you!
Each photo below opens the profile posts for that person, and each signature includes a link to their vintage shops.
We hope you enjoy our entries!
Spent the day taking photos and reminiscing about this past summer’s explorations. . . . . . .
It was a mid-summer Saturday and we decided to take a drive to the antique malls a couple of towns over.
The first stop was an oddities shop. Wow! What neat and unusual items we saw!
Then a stop by our friend’s shop. She has the most awesome stuff!
Look at this adorable children’s set!
Lastly we hit the local metal recycling facility. Who knew!?!
Whew! All on a hot, hot day! Of course we found something and yes, Dear Diary, it’s metal and yes we’re keeping it – in the garden. Well – you don’t expect me to keep a plow in the house do you!
In this modern era in which we live, where our lives are tethered so intently with technology and electronics, I wonder how many people still keep a hand-written diary. It seems that most people now share their lives on social media, often times with “friends” they actually barely know. While I embrace new technology, it makes me sad to think of how many memories will be forgotten because of a lack of a diary written by hand.
When I was about 10 years old, I received my first diary. It had bright colored flowers on the outside and a lock and key. Every night before bed, I wrote in that diary. Usually just a paragraph or two, but I never skipped a night. When that diary was full, Mom and Dad gave me another one, and then another one. I kept a daily diary up until I was about 18 years old. Even then, I sometimes wrote in a journal, but my life had become so busy, I just didn’t have time for the daily entries anymore. And it’s really such a shame. I still have my diaries, and they are fun to look back on. I am amazed at how many things I had forgotten about, and am thankful that I have these diaries as reminders. It’s also fun to see how my handwriting changed over the years.
One day when I was about 17 years old – my Mom and I were storing some of my childhood dolls and stuffed animals in the attic. I happened to find a box that held my Mom’s diaries from when she was a kid and a teenager. With her permission, I started reading her diaries. I must have sat in that attic for half a day enjoying her stories. I laughed, I cried, and mostly – I saw a side of my Mom I had never known before – my Mom as a teenager. Her diaries have become one of my favorite treasures I have of her now, and I will cherish them forever.
When my boys were first born, I kept a daily diary for each of them – recording the events of our adventures together, documenting their first words, their first steps. It was a lot of work to write in three separate diaries each evening, but I already knew how much I cherished my old diaries, and those of my Mom. I wanted to keep a record of my sons lives – for me to reflect back on when they become adults. And maybe someday, they will be interested in reading what I wrote about them. And who knows… maybe even one day, they will be sitting in our attic reading my childhood diaries.
I think it’s time to start keeping a diary again… you’re never too old!
Time flies, whether you’re having fun or not. I don’t know why, but it does.
I spent the first part of my life waiting to go to school, waiting to be a teenager, waiting to get a driver’s license, waiting to graduate, waiting to vote. I was always waiting for something. Time moved so slowly. So very slowly.
Then came the time marches on at a speed walking pace era; dreading being 40, dreading being 50, dreading being the age that comes in a few couple years that shall not be named. Waiting to get the kids out of the house, dreading them leaving. Running as fast as a rat on a wheel to get things done, but finding that my progress has not measured up to my expectations. Time moves so fast now that I blink and it is September and I am so far behind on my task list that I need to add a spare month between October and November. I’m going to call it Suspender, the month of requirement where time expands as long as I need to catch up. The zodiac sign will be a mosquito trapped in amber.
I assumed that age was the dominant player in the increasing speed of time. According to guest post on the Scientific American blog, that is a myth. Their reporter sampled studies from the late 1800s to now and found that while age matters, time pressure also plays a huge role. Time pressure, methinks that’s a nice name for stress.
My question: if we decrease our stress, do we really slow down the turning of the calendar? I have no idea, but I am willing to find out. That is after I get everything on my to-do list done. So I guess I’ll pencil in testing out that theory for late in 2018.
Remember my friend, MG, I’ve mentioned before? Back in 1996, she was selected by the company we worked for to participate in the Olympic Torch Relay. Yes, that was quite an honor. Twelve thousand torchbearers carried the symbol of the Olympics over twenty six thousand miles and MG was one of them!
Yesterday, twenty years later, T & I delivered something that will help her preserve her memories of that day forever. The really fun part is that she’ll now have an easy way to share those memories with her family and friends who weren’t able to witness the event. I’m happy to report she was thrilled.
Sorry, the doorbell just rang so I’ve got to run. I’ll be back in a bit to share more of the details on “My Unscripted Life”.
All of my aunties had a white forelock. Mom may have had one too but kept her hair dyed dark brown til the day she died.
Today I went to the hairdresser and told her to cut and style my hair to show off the amazing forelock that I have.
All of my aunts and uncles have since died, but I will honor and carry on this family trait much the way I honor my ancestors.
Mary Ellen, AuntHattiesAtticVintage.com
Today was one of those days that remind me why I live here. The weather was warm and sunny with a slight breeze and just enough cloud floating about to ensure you knew the sky was real and not a painting.
It was a perfect beach day.
My friend Alice and I played hookey from working the Swap Meet today. We drove the hour down a two lane highway that winds through the orange and avocado groves out to the beach. It was quiet and peaceful with only a few die-hard surfers and a smattering of locals hanging about. We took off our shoes and walked along the beach and then back up the boardwalk, stopping along the way to dream about owning one of those condos on the water, and falling asleep listening to the ocean waves crashing on the rocks below.
When we came back to reality and we climbed the ancient wooden steps up to the pier and enjoyed a wonderful seafood lunch overlooking the water. On the way home, we made the mandatory stop at a produce stand and bought some wonderful local oranges and grapefruits.
I like Autumn!
While today, September 22 is National Dear Diary Day, I am more excited that it is the first day of Autumn!
It’s been a long hot, humid and very wet summer so I am more than ready for blue jeans and sweatshirts sitting around a campfire and maybe a wiener roast.
I love to go for drives through the countryside to look at the leaves, and talk long walks with Dillon in the crisp air. Aaaahhh. Happy Fall Ya’ll!