My calendar is full of phone dates. Last night, I had a date with my dear friend Liz. It's tricky to find one another, otherwise, with that pesky three-hour time difference between Seattle and New York. We had a nice, indulgent phone date — the kind that goes so long that your phone gets hot. Tomorrow, I have another phone date with a West Coast friend. Do you make phone dates? Sometimes it seems a little absurd that we're all so busy that spontaneous phone conversations have gone out the window. But I do look forward to phone dates — you know that when you call your friend she won't be in line at the supermarket or dashing underground to take a subway in five minutes. That block of time is all yours for the two of you to catch up.
I would love to have a landline phone again (gasp!). I had one for a year after the big New York summer blackout, because it made me nervous to be incommunicado with everyone. And I like talking on an old school telephone when you're gearing up for a hearty conversation. But then I moved in with Dan and our phone jack is in the most awkward place — you'd literally trip over it heading to the bathroom. So no phone — back to checking cell as my only number on doctor forms.
These colorful vintage telephones from the 1950s are actual original (unused) phones from the British General Post Office. The phones have been refurbished and outfitted with a proper adapter for use in the U.S. I'm torn between tagging the sunshine yellow or the perky blue as my dream phone. Check out Sweet Bella for more info on getting set up with one of these one-of-a-kind telephones.
