When I hear the word vintage, I think of story-telling; the kind of story-telling that doesn't require ears to listen. Vintage has it's own kind voice that whispers into the dusty fabric, telling a story of many different people in many different rooms. I get the same feeling for vintage clothing as I do when I walk into an old library. The world keeps changing but these things stay the same.
On February 5th, I attended A Vintage Affair's one year anniversary party. They're a local boutique with a vintage collection that rivals those beautiful New York shops I stepped in years ago. They kindly asked me to bring my banjo down and sing a few songs with Carter. It has always been a wish of mine to to live in a city where shops like this exist. It is like stepping into an orchard except instead of trees, you'll find fruit in the shape of vintage dresses.
In between drinking sweet wine and singing with our instruments, we played a little dress up. I ended up falling in love with the prettiest vanilla colored nightie and these plaid trousers. Carter found his belly too big for his own pair of trousers, but he was happy with striped suspenders. Boutiques like this are good for the health but not for the future of my bank account :)
What I'm Wearing