Tuesday, 5 April 2011
red lace dress
I had that weird and rare thing the other day, when I saw someone had the same vintage dress as me. I stumbled onto the blog dora's fur, and the first photo I saw on there was of my – my! – vintage dress! What really made it strange was that earlier that day I had been fixing up the zip on my one. Seeing it an hour or so later all small and behind the computer screen and on someone else was most confusing, if only for a split second or so. I could work out what was going on just that little bit quicker than I can express in words. Which is, you know, a good thing.
The reason I as fixing up the zip on my dress was because it was the fruit of my worst etsy experience ever – the dress, described as being in perfect condition, freshly washed and ready to wear, arrived with a broken zip, numerous torn seams, covered in dirt and absolutely reeking of a smelly old pub ashtray c. 1982. When I contacted the seller, they were really rude and curtly offered a pittance for having the zip fixed (which wouldn't have covered half the cost) and then ignored the rest of my emails. I've half a mind to publish their name on here, so you can avoid them (and nothing mean, oh no, ha hum) – but the other half of this mind, the better half, tells me to rise above, and it's this half I'll listen to. Anyway, it was nothing that some serious soaking sessions in napi san (magic stuff) and some seam repairing couldn't fix, and it also forced me to replace a zip – my first time! It went pretty well, but I'm not showing the inside. Anyway, this little (very little!) dress is going to be a favourite for Autumn and winter.
Babycat hung out with me when I took these pics. The neighbour's dog was having a bit of a bark, which is why she looks a bit miffed. Or maybe she doesn't like my posing? I like this one of me hamming it up just for her face!
1970s dress, 1960s jacket :: vintage, etsy and second hand shop respectively
shoes :: old and tired and in need of replacing!
As you can see, it was one of those Melbourne days that don't know what to do ith themselves; I was cold enough to need a jacket for going out at lunchtime, but later on when I got back home the sun came out, the tights were off and the warm light was beautiful!