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#thrifting

part of my empowerment through fashion and clothing has been largely due to my discovery of vintage clothing. i’d never felt at home in new clothing, never felt like it truly expressed what i wanted to. like most teenage girls, i spent a lot of time - and wasted a lot of money - trying to figure out what i liked to wear and what i wanted to look like. when i finally started foraging through the local thrift stores with friends at around fifteen, i felt at home. i started living in old man’s pants, ratty wool cardigans and little kids t-shirts (much to my mother’s dismay, but that’s another story).

the class dynamics operating here are interesting; my friend zach would borrow his parent’s van, we’d all chip in for gas money and head down the 401 to “the big city” of belleville to go to a few thrift stores there, since there were slim pickings in our smaller towns. when most of the other kids our age were going to the mall, the only reason we ever stopped there was to use the photobooth. we would inevitably end up at the now-defunct goodwill and forage through the racks to find the most hilarious things possible; obscure 1970s union t-shirts, old vacuum cleaners, 1960s mod coats… inside jokes would emerge around the clothes we’d come home with, the books we’d never actually read from cover to cover, the argyle socks and ill-fitting plaid pants.

it was a truly empowering experience for someone like myself, whose fashion choices had always been limited by how much money i had in the bank. at thrift store, i could find amazing dresses you couldn’t find anywhere else for a mere 5 dollars, as opposed to the beautiful new dresses in the stores in the mall across the street i wanted which cost nearly a hundred… i could play dress-up. i could be someone else. it’s something i really love about vintage; i quickly learned i could fool people into thinking i’m someone i’m not, and shock them in certain ways.

– quoting myself in “the politics of vintage" (december 2009)

grey grey day. trying to make it a wee bit nicer with my latest thrifted baubles.

grey grey day. trying to make it a wee bit nicer with my latest thrifted baubles.

file under: albums i would have purchased in a thrift store ten years ago based solely on the cover alone.
also, loving the pre-photoshop days design of this… note her yellow sweater paired with the yellow background. amazing.

file under: albums i would have purchased in a thrift store ten years ago based solely on the cover alone.

also, loving the pre-photoshop days design of this… note her yellow sweater paired with the yellow background. amazing.

hiddenballroom:

If I put this scarf behind me it’s like I’m in Rome.

i don’t know if you guys can tell but i THINK i might have a crush on this person. we could go on epic thrift dates and magically have the same prescription and share glasses and throw hat parties and maybe makeout a bit (and by a bit a mean a lot).

hiddenballroom:

If I put this scarf behind me it’s like I’m in Rome.

i don’t know if you guys can tell but i THINK i might have a crush on this person. we could go on epic thrift dates and magically have the same prescription and share glasses and throw hat parties and maybe makeout a bit (and by a bit a mean a lot).

i’m about to go see if this coat is still at the thrift store… if it is, it will be mine. i know i don’t need another coat, per se, but it fits like a dream (the sleeves are long enough! all you tall and long-limbed people know what i’m talking about) and well, look at it. it’s gorgeous. if i get it i have promised myself i will get rid of/donate/gift at least one of my coats. i never managed to sell them on etsy.
then going to spend the afternoon volunteering at le vestiaire, another thrift store.
addicted to thrifting? i think yes.

i’m about to go see if this coat is still at the thrift store… if it is, it will be mine. i know i don’t need another coat, per se, but it fits like a dream (the sleeves are long enough! all you tall and long-limbed people know what i’m talking about) and well, look at it. it’s gorgeous. if i get it i have promised myself i will get rid of/donate/gift at least one of my coats. i never managed to sell them on etsy.

then going to spend the afternoon volunteering at le vestiaire, another thrift store.

addicted to thrifting? i think yes.

i’m pretty sure i found the world’s most beautiful dress this weekend. can we just look at it for a moment? it has these perfect perfect perfect four layers of antique lace, and look at that collar! that collar. i gasped when i saw this. at first i was sure it was a terrible 1980s prom dress but then i saw the collar, and how soft the lace is. not sure what era its from, though… my guess would be 50s? i actually sincerely hoped it didn’t fit me so i could sell it but i could not bear to part with it once i slipped it on. i have not been this in love with a dress in a long, long time. $15 for a little piece of heaven.
it had clearly been too long since i’d been thrifting, i found a million treasures but could only afford to take two lovely dresses home with me. if anyone needs a perfect camel coloured wool cape, an amazing handmade 1960s maxi coat with two beautiful fabric covered buttons, or an awesome blazer with a velvet bow on it, they are all in the wonderful four-storey thrift store in québec city also known as THRIFT MECCA.
also, note to self, my camera is a piece of garbage.

i’m pretty sure i found the world’s most beautiful dress this weekend. can we just look at it for a moment? it has these perfect perfect perfect four layers of antique lace, and look at that collar! that collar. i gasped when i saw this. at first i was sure it was a terrible 1980s prom dress but then i saw the collar, and how soft the lace is. not sure what era its from, though… my guess would be 50s? i actually sincerely hoped it didn’t fit me so i could sell it but i could not bear to part with it once i slipped it on. i have not been this in love with a dress in a long, long time. $15 for a little piece of heaven.

it had clearly been too long since i’d been thrifting, i found a million treasures but could only afford to take two lovely dresses home with me. if anyone needs a perfect camel coloured wool cape, an amazing handmade 1960s maxi coat with two beautiful fabric covered buttons, or an awesome blazer with a velvet bow on it, they are all in the wonderful four-storey thrift store in québec city also known as THRIFT MECCA.

also, note to self, my camera is a piece of garbage.