Every vintage seller when people say, “Where do you find your stuff?” Originally posted by Wildfell Hall on Instagram.
Please forgive my extended absence. Thank you for all of your emails and positive reviews on Instagram (#shopmeteorvintage). After my last post, I had every intention of sharing a classic selling vintage “horror” story with you. I was pretty cheesed off about some things that happened to me at the Fleur de Flea Vintage Urban Market (The Fleur de Flea organizers are in no way responsible for what happened and are lovely people) and it seemed like a great story for October. Nothing like a good scary story to kick off the season of spooky even if the scary part is just how people treat each other, right? I was so put off, I seriously considered “ghosting” out of this blog and the vintage world entirely. Just walking away from it all without explanation and hoping that somehow the people who caused me bother that day would know they were responsible and that everyone would understand, but that didn’t feel right. I love vintage and, although I wasn’t sure how to move forward with my passion, I didn’t want to give up on it. Truth be told, I had a middle-class white girl breakdown. I had my hands full at work, friends and family were in devastating circumstances and, as I worried about them, I also worried about what the piles of vintage all over my house were doing to my marriage. I made promises about the mess that I couldn’t keep and tried to hide all of this by joking that I belong on the television show Hoarders when, in actual fact, that’s probably truer that I’d like to admit. I was utterly overwhelmed and feeling sorry for myself. Through it all, my husband waited patiently for me to deliver on my promises, so I worried about the day he woke up and decided he just simply could. not. anymore. I decided to stop dismissing these concerns and start tackling them head-on even if I had no idea what I was doing. Things are good. I’m still really mad about what happened to me (there is a fantastic article illustrating the frustration vintage sellers experience written by the fab Rebekka Adams of Bloomers & Frocks here), but I’m getting over it one sale at a time. See you at Burlington!
Several months ago, I found a dress similar to the following 1940’s navy crepe. The one I saw was hunter green and, if I remember correctly, it had a peacock feather design in sort of a glittery glue on the front. You know the saying, “If it walks like a duck…”? Well, it looked like vintage, it (probably) smelled like vintage…and I wanted to buy it, but I walked away from it. Why? It was one of those days where I was shopping with my husband, we’d recently been bickering about the vintage I buy (and usually can’t part with) because I wasn’t working much (if at all at that point considering it was around the time we found out we were moving), the dress was in the Halloween section and that added to my skepticism (was it really vintage or did it just look like vintage?). Plus, peacock feathers had been popular in recent trends. I was unfamiliar with the dress’s fabric. It had no tags whatsoever, so I couldn’t cheat and look up its label or what material it was made from. I tried to guess its age by looking at the stitching, but what I really needed was another vintage fashion lover to give me their opinion. Since then, I have seen several dresses online that give me reason to think what I had in my hand that day was the real deal…and I hate myself a little more each time that happens. My only consolation is that, no matter what the dress cost (and I don’t remember for sure, but I bet it wasn’t much), I made the decision I did because I (a) wanted to keep the peace with my husband, (b) I don’t remember it being my size and I knew I wouldn’t get around to posting it for sale right away and (c) I really didn’t have the money to spend on frivolous things at the time. Now, before you start thinking my husband is a big bully, think again. When you’re married, you have to consider your partner’s opinion of your purchases – especialy when you’re the one who isn’t working. My husband is a pretty easy-going guy and, if I’d really wanted the dress, he wouldn’t have put up too much of a fight, but that’s not something I want to take advantage of. I push the limit pretty hard as it is!
Confession is good for the soul.
What do you regret not buying when you had the chance?