I’m all for vintage fashion. Love it. And I do appreciate that there are people out there that have a better eye (let’s be honest, much better) for what is cool vintage and what is just plain f’ugly old stuff, than I do. But I don’t know about this selling of vintage items.
Obviously bravo to those that make a living shopping the globe.
The fashionista's that are finding incredible vintage pieces in the French and Spanish equivalents of Good Sammies and selling them online, or in their wholly declared vintage shops; really, I would kill to be you.
The fashionista's that are finding incredible vintage pieces in the French and Spanish equivalents of Good Sammies and selling them online, or in their wholly declared vintage shops; really, I would kill to be you.
But… it just doesn’t seem fair.
Isn’t half the amazing-ness of owning a vintage item knowing that you devoured a hidden treasure map, sourced and scoured the earth to find (hoorah!) and own this little piece of classically fine fashion to call yours forever? Going onto Google and typing in ‘vintage clothing’ just seems to easy no?
You see; I’m old school. I have vintage, sure, see below a CR vest that I have owned since I was 12, which makes the vest now 17 years old. Yep: ‘Vintage’. Capital ‘V’.
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| If you look closely you can see my name written on the tag in purple texta. Thanks Mum! |
Or am I just jealous that I can’t shop and other people can?
Probably the latter.
PS my apologies on the lateness of this blog. My computer had a melt down last night and I really wanted to include my vest pic!
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