My Dream Phone
I love vintage telephones. I have four in use in my home and, yes, we still have a landline. On my desk is a 1984 brown, push-button desk phone. Next to my bed I have a 1986 beige push-button desk phone with a red light that flashes when it rings. It came from a motel that recently closed in town. It also has a black button for room service, but it doesn't appear to work. On the wall between the kitchen and dining room is a 1952-ish black rotary dial wall phone. In the garage, we have a 1979 white rotary dial desk phone.
I always, always, always wanted a black, rotary dial desk phone, with multi-line clear buttons that lit up and a red hold button. While some people drooled over Don Draper, I was drooling over his office phone. When Columbo visited a shady businessman during one of his investigations, I was more focused on the killer's killer phone. I've been searching online shopping venues for years in the hopes of finding one.
And I did.
I gasped. I rubbed my eyes. I giggled. And I bought it. It arrived with a few cobwebs and vintage grime. It's not in working order, but it's in my house. The buttons don't light up, but they go down when I press them. It's not as vintage as I want (it's from the 1970's), but it's a start. I cleaned it, cut the broken cord, and have it displayed where I will see it every single day. I love when a dream comes true.
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