The Time Machine

I've never been a huge science fiction reader but I have enjoyed a few of the classics.  One of my favorites for a number of years was the short story "The Time Machine" by Ray Bradbury.  The story breaks down like this: a couple of boys are at school and one asks the other if he would like to see a real time machine that afternoon. Naturally, this friend is quite interested, and the anticipation builds until they both race out the school room doors at the end of the day.  

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What happens next is the fun part, because (spoiler alert) I'm sentimental and really adored my grandparents.  If you haven't guessed it already, the "time machine" turns out to be a really old man who can share the most vivid and fascinating tales from times long before the two boys were born. Adorable, right? And also, so easy for a non-science fiction loving girl to get excited about because the story is basically self-aware about some of the more preposterous elements of that escapist genre.

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My friend Nancy recently cleaned out her mother's basement in Los Angeles and gifted me the most incredible collection of vintage clothing.  Many items were still new with tags, and the lot was a time machine to rival Bradbury's old man.  I'm excited to share many of these pieces in this Basement Series.

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My husband is a fan of this little white dress.  As it turns out, he's a fan of women's hemline lengths from the 1960s in general. This makes me feel like I'm ready to take on Woodstock, and after that, go get some birth control and then rock the vote, go work a full time shift somewhere outside the home, and get back in time to microwave some TV dinners for the gang. Which honestly, is kind of not that different from my real life, but I really, really like feeling connection to the women who paved the way for me.  Thanks, ladies.  You did it in style.