My name is Sarah and I’m a retro-holic. Well, that’s not quite true: for a start, my name is something way more drab than that (and I know Sarah isn’t the most vibrant and dazzling fabulous name either - but I’m old-fashioned in some ways, as it will become clear). And for 99% or so of the time I’m your standard-ish fifty-year-old bloke with fifty-year-old problems, a tendency to drink excessively, and am enjoying my third or fourth mid-life crisis.
But 1% of the time? Oh, then I’m fabulously femininely retro. With a taste for 1940’s and 1950’s fashions, focusing on the domestic side of feminine life ‘back then’.
But why?