It's a cold and drab day today. I was very busy with my work, plodding on in a forward direction. It's the only direction I know. Spending time this evening reading about the items I have collected. Drifting back through 1950's interior design books of which I have a very large collection. I cherish my books the most out of all my items as they are what adds to the need information I require. Information input, mandatory in my life. Years ago at the end of the seventies, I dated the most logical and independent minded woman of my life. She was older than me and recognized my thirst for knowledge. I always loved reading and particularly books on Russian and French literature. She was a giver like me and and amazingly gave to me first, which go under my skin as no one had ever beat me to the giving punch. I had just started buying Vintage Clothes, furniture and art.The gift was three decorative design books of the fifties period. I was captivated by them but most of all amazed at the wonderful gift. She explained there were millions of Vintage items out there and I had to refine my taste or the possibilities were endless and you can't buy everything. She explained how to research items and identify whatever I saw, but mostly buy inexpensive unless the item is either a fabulous items or one that is in your design books. Over the years I have bought over a thousand books including art, design, interior decoration, vintage clothing, illustrated art books, history and biographies. In these books I was swept away into a Vintage world and came to appreciate the simplicity or complexity of what every I bought. Sitting next to me why I read today is a large Marcello Fantoni vase which is not one of his more figurative pieces, of which I have many, buy reflecting on the simplicity of the day.