Sunday, 13 October 2013
what my vintage dreams are made of
If you follow me (like me sounds... funny!) on my facebook page you might have already seen this but it is so special it needs to be here too. This is the kind of dress that made me fall in love with "vintage" in the first place. I put vintage in the bunny ears because this feeling of mine goes back to before I knew what era it was from, about the construction and about how to even go about finding them and wearing them and OH how on earth could I even wear vintage in real life. Just a pure hint in my mind cobbled together from memories from my childhood, snatched glimpses of films – I clearly remember bits of The Red Shoes and the end of Footlight Parade from when I wasn't even 8 – on rainy Saturday afternoons that of course were never watched in full because my dad would be watching sport and was just flicking through the channels in the ad breaks, and the first peeks into a world of wonder when I was 15 and found ways to escape, sometimes, from the mundane day to day chores of living. It can all be summed up in a dress like this. 1930s, pale shell pink, soft and fluid and worn and loved and lived in and partied in and completely alien to anything that is made now. It is beautiful.