Not so long ago the word "vintage", in my mind, meant
musty attic sweaters
spiders in pockets
And I am very much a dog person, so being a cat lady was out of the question.
Then I went to Montreal
And on a whim
I bought my first vintage thing - a blazer
It was a last second purchase
a book it to the train station kind of deal.
And I probably wouldn't have bought it if my sister hadn't threatened to buy it herself
(she is much cooler than me, so if she liked it,
I knew it must be good)
I don't remember the name of the store. Or even the name of the street. We're lucky I know which city I was in.
This blazer of mine was made in Paris around 1950
and it was a part of the "Centre National du Costume" - worn in theatre, movies, ballet or opera - said the Italian man who owned the shop
And this blazer of mine,
it was one fifth the price of the t-shirt I had bought just ten minutes earlier
Dear vintage, you have won me over
I'm sorry I ever doubted you.