 | | 2019-04-15 19:44
From blog The Clothes Horse
The Sweet Siren Call of Vintage
I can still remember the first time I stumbled across a vintage dress at a thrift store. It was one of those frothy chiffon numbers from the 1950s, either a prom dress or bridesmaid gown that looked like the fashion equivalent of a cupcake. I was thirteen, in the thrift store looking for jeans after tearfully telling my father I *needed* a new pair and being informed that I certainly didn't need a pair but if I wanted a pair I could have $10 and a ride to the local thrift store. I didn't buy the dress that day. It seemed more foreign than a dress from a bygone era, it seemed like the dress some other species of girl than myself would wear. Some type of female who...
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