So, I’ve gotta tell you something.
Lately, I’ve been totally obsessed with vintage packaging. Or maybe i’ve always been obsessed and the obsession is coming back again - IDK. Absolutely adore the old stuff that’s all frayed and brown around the edges. I love brands that go all out with bright, crazy colors. I’m showered in goodness by the universe. As if wrapped up in a glowing little bubble of all things cottage-core and vintage. And stamps! Don’t get me started on stamps. The patina they get makes me wanna visit every tiny village on the map and find some cute cafe with neon bougainvillea bursting out of the windows and eat fresh-baked bread.
Do you remember Altoid tin wallets? Oh my God, what a craze! Every girl in school had her own mini wallet. We’d tear up old magazines for backdrop paper, layer it all up, and cram in mini roll-on perfumes, ChapSticks, gum—everything. So simple, but we loved it.
It’s crazy how design changes over time. From super detailed Victorian styles to today’s minimalist stuff. But there’s something about the bold, loud packaging from the '50s and '60s that gets me. Wrigley’s gum wrappers, Hershey’s chocolate bars—absolute favorites. I could live in this world forever. It’s nostalgic. It pulls me into an era & makes me feel things.
And it’s not just packaging. Think about old typewriters with their clacking keys, or rotary phones with the spinning dials. There’s incredible charm in how they look and feel. Vinyl records, too. Just seeing a turntable spin makes me smile. And Polaroid cameras! Instant photos with a classic white border!! Sooo much character. Old postcards with handwritten notes, vintage dresses with lace and floral prints, classic cars with their shiny chrome and sleek lines—there’s something magical about all of it.
These things, they’re time machines, taking us back to moments we’ve never lived but somehow feel deeply connected to. It’s kinda philosophical if you think about it. These simple designs carry so much weight, so much meaning. They remind me that beauty is in the everyday stuff. That sometimes the simplest things hit the hardest.
Are you also a sucker for vintage assortments?
Here’s a poem I wrote when I was really mad at myself for not being able to produce anything I like. I know. I need to take it easy. Be kind. Sometimes I struggle.
The journey from
insecurity to confidence
can be uncomfortable.
We glamorize
the idea of confidence
about people who look
a certain way,
carry themselves like
queens and kings,
and even on their off days,
nothing short of looking
so good, so scrumptious.
What's the journey they took?
We don't know, or we forget.
Confidence is a muscle
needing constant fuel and fire,
especially when the hair
starts to grey, and from everyone
in our group,
we actually like to pray.
It can be ugly and hard
where does one even start
the work?
Sitting down to write a poem
feels like chewing gum
after the taste is gone,
mind painfully stretched
beyond the rubber of imagination.
What's to tell every day?
I am in the middle of writing a story where the main character arrives at an antique store. Nostalgia and the things that evoke them. Now that is a never ending source of inspiration for a writer 💚
These things, they’re time machines, taking us back to moments we’ve never lived but somehow feel deeply connected to… and this is true … so my mum used to tell me how my nanaji was the first one to buy new technology in his days and how one day he got home a gramaphone (record player) and no one in there neighborhood had ever seen it for real… and how so many ppl use to come their house just to hear it playing…since then I hv always wanted to own a record player … coz someone I believe when I get it home .. I will get home a part of the time my mum was talking abt… and may be part of my nanaji.. isn’t that beautiful