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I haven’t been to Palm Springs since I was a kid and I barely remember anything about it. It was entirely Adam’s idea to go and with my parents help (Thank you Mom & Dad!) we scored a fabulous suite at an old famous 1960’s resort. We feel like we’re¬†walking¬†around on the set of Mad Men except that instead of Don and Betty Draper it’s Grandpa and Granny Draper. I swear, we are the youngest people here by at least forty years.


Neither Adam nor I were alive in the 1960’s so we don’t really know what we’re talking about, but it seems to us that Palm Springs, at least the section we’re staying in, is a perfectly preserved 1960’s suburb. I am in absolute vintage heaven. Today, after a relaxing yoga practice, sunbathing, and a quick dip in the pool, we went downtown to shop. We found this enormous pawn shop stuffed to brimming with all kinds of treasures. I bought a pair of really cool 1940’s salt & pepper shakers and a trivet that someone bought in Tel Aviv in 1981. How do I know? Because they wrote it on the bottom! I cannot wait to show them to you.


It’s like stepping into Stepford – impossibly perfect.


I can’t speak for Adam but this is the best birthday week I’ve ever had and it’s not even my birthday!

Evoking 1960’s Iconography

Ann Margaret

Astoria, Queens

May 2010

“Is it too much?” she asks as she poses with an unlit cigarette.