Girl meets vintage, girl loves vintage. Girl becomes obsessed with vintage, vintage begins to take over every nook and cranny of the house, husband says — "Enough!" This could be a very sad ending to this love story but then it takes a triumphal twist and girl opens vintage store. YAY — happy ending.
People constantly come in and ask me where I get all of my fabulous finds. I guess I shouldn't say that it has been sitting in a corner of the dining room for 10 years but some of them have. One doesn't really get into this gig for the money. I sell what I love. Most of the items that I have were never purchased with the intent of financial gain. It was love at first sight. This morning I was ironing yards and yards (and yards) of a full 1950's skirt and was drawn in by the adorable kitschy pattern of the fabric. It wasn't work at all.
I adore the classic styles and lines of the 1940s and 1950s which are becoming increasingly difficult to find. I also love the whimsical and funky styles of the 1960s and 1970s. I wear them and and love to mix and match vintage pieces with new. The other day I had on a 50s beaded cardigan with a Breaking Bad t-shirt. Trust me -- it worked.