The Stromberg/Carlson wall mounted rotary phone, a birthday gift from Mrs. G a few years ago.
This is the only land line phone in our house. Whenever I'm home, I only use this phone. Dialing it is a comforting act. You can hear it ringing from outside of the house. My favorite thing about is the short cord, only just long enough to sit down at the kitchen table while you talk. It forces you to slow down and pay attention to the call, and to only make calls when they are necessary. You know, the way phone calls should be.
It's too bad we only have one of these. If I had five more I'd buy a big oval shaped oak table and use them in the dining room, maybe with manila folders as place mats.
This is usually how I'm feeling by the time I use this mug in the late afternoon, but after a cup of Prince of Wales tea with lemon and sugar I'm all better.
I believe that the 70's were the last period in American history where things were still "old fashioned". It was just before computers had made us collectively believe that everything should happen as quickly as possible and that things should become old before they even had a chance to be new. Things were still built to last and sold on longevity. This is some tough stuff. It's all so solid and heavy, really feels like something. And it all works like new. If a bomb fell on my house today, I could sort through the rubble and find this chair, then sit in it and drink a cup of tea while I make some phone calls. By comparison, the remote that came with our digital converter box stopped working within a week of purchase.
Everybody wants to be "green"these days, which is good, if a little annoying in its self-righteous trendiness. You all know that I'm greatly in favor of using all the old stuff that's lying around and repairing things when they break, but how about if we build new stuff well in the first place so that it doesn't require frequent replacement.