You know, I have always loved the Roaring 1920s. Always. I am not sure exactly when I started liking this era, but it seems like forever. I have always wanted to have my hair fixed in a cute little finger wave bob. (Goodness knows, I have tried.)
Since I was in grade school, I have loved the 1920s anything. I used to say, “I must have had a past life in the 1920s.” I never knew that for sure until a few years ago when I remembered being Helen Merkowitz who died tragically in 1927.
(More on that in my number one searched blog post: “Do Birthmarks Disappear When a Past Life is Remembered?” Mercy, can you believe I posted my high school photos!?!)
I love 1920s clothes, the dancing, the music… Ahhhh, Big Band music. I really enjoy listening to that.
Ginger Rogers – Charleston Scene from Roxie Hart (1942)
The Roaring 20s, flappers dancing the Charleston
Today, I am thinking of Helen since the movie, The Great Gasby, is coming out. I wish I had read the book in high school, as most others have. (It is never too late to read it.) I look forward to watching the movie today.
The only reason I am seeing it, is because it is about the 1920s … really. I love looking at their fashion, hair, décor … all of it. The men’s suits … eye candy to me. The women’s fashion … comfortable, sexy and beautiful.
As Helen, I remembered saving money to buy an outfit for my night of dancing. I had it laid out on the bed ready to wear for the evening and admiringly loved it. During the regression, I went into great detail to describe it … even commenting that it was uncomfortable to wear a slip under the dress, but “appropriate” to do so. It is so funny the details I chose to remember from a past life.
Remembering that lifetime was very healing for me. By a surprise to me, the birthmark on my neck (which resembled a bullet hole) faded noticeably since I remembered this past life—that in and of itself was unexpected and cool. However, now I know why I love the Roaring 20s so much. I really did enjoy myself in that lifetime—until the mob shot me during one night out in an illegal club, of course.
Prohibition prevented me from going out dancing. Dancing must be in my soul… I do LOVE it. I apparently loved it so much as Helen, I risked my life for it.
The other day, I got the opportunity to go out dancing. I noticed a few people wearing fashion that was reminiscent of the 1920s style (fringes and all) … oh please, please, please, do come back into style … I would wear it. Absolutely.
(Do you want to read more on Helen? Do you know someone who works at a publisher?)
What do you love … and cannot explain?