Just... be yourself. (Shop Update)

Welcome to the New (Old) Fab Gabs.

Serena in a 1930s bias cut gown of silk charmeuse and lace

Over the last year, I've felt really tired and bored with my business. Photoshoots felt like hard work. No matter how pretty the products, I've been dragging my heels getting things listed. I've toyed with the idea - over and over again - of switching to a dress form. On a white background. I've felt grateful my customers were still coming back!

1. 40s Rose Jacket, coming soon 2. 1940s Coat, coming soon. 3. 40s Cherries Dress, sold 4. 40s Ski Jacket, coming soon.

Thanks to two friends, Jennifer of Jumblelaya and Mel (thank you!) I tossed that right out the window. One talked to me about creativity, and being myself to be myself. The other talked to me about the economics of standing out in the crowd. And they are both right.

Hello, Me. I missed you. Oh, and HI SOLANAH. We missed you, too. She came to guest star, I lured her with champagne and promises of fun girl time. And I will shamelessly bribe her to come back in the future!

Solanah in her insane Lucie Ann designer peignoir. Headed to ebay soon!

So, unless everyone decides that they just utterly hate my living room, and it decimates my sales numbers (because let's be honest, that living room has a mortgage attached to it) this is the look of Fab Gabs from here on out.

I don't care that it is busy. I don't care that my walls are rather dark, or that sometimes a lamp or photo is in a weird place behind the models head. This is what made me just love my business. What made me excited for each new photoshoot. I'm glad to have it back, and I hope that my love for it, my passion for these eras shines through in the way I always wanted it to.

1. Katie ROCKING a rust brown crepe dress 2. Serena in a Milgrim Suit 3. Forest Green Sweater Set - all coming soon

You might have noticed we started with my favorite era - the late 30s to the 40s. Stay tuned. There's great stuff coming up in the next couple days! I wish I'd taken behind the scenes photos of our champagne cocktails and chocolate dipped strawberries. Next time, I promise.

Come to Church (of Sinatra)

Church of Sinatra. It's a San Francisco tradition, with various chapters through the western US. The Portland chapter has had a little hiatus, and I was determined to get it started up again for 2014. You should see the reactions I get when I tell people they should come to my "Church."

It was so delightful to hold it, that I realized how much I missed it. I put it on hold toward the end of 2011, I just wasn't able to maintain the rhythm of it.

Most of these photos are courtesy of "the other vintage Julie" (the one on the right below.) as I generally forget to take photos.

The theme cocktails this month were the Blood and Sand, The Aviation, and the Brandy Alexander. I shook so many cocktails that I shook my hair out of it's pins!

 

Just add well dressed friends:

 

 

 

Yes - 2014 is back to the full swing of hosting at my place. I always thought my house needed a name, but it's so 40s granny, I never found one that fit. We have Fur & Feathers coming up, and then another Church in February and our FOURTH annual PJ party. Hurray!

Outside the World

Some of you know that I just returned from my third year at Burning Man. (And some of you haven't even heard of it.) I think it is quite rare for someone to attend and not want to go again. I have enjoyed it the past two years, and felt refreshed by it, but this is the year that I fell in love with it.

It's a massive celebration and festival, an amazing community and thriving city, that exists for just one week. Before I first attended, I assumed two things. "Hot, drugs." More common assumptions are "Naked Hippie Drug Orgy" or "Pagan Witchcraft Worship Rites." Although there are some naked hippies, and there are some people who do a lot of drugs, and there's a temple - of no particular denomination or faith - it is none of those things. Well, it is hot. It's in the middle of the desert, after all.

Reuters

What it is, is possibly the most magical place on Earth. Sorry, Disneyland. After a week there, my faith in humanity feels restored. I forget about road rage drivers, People of Walmart and how frequent commercials are on the radio or tv. Frankly, I forget about tv. Interactions with people are immediate, and almost without exception friendly and pleasant. Hurdles and challenges (what we all call problems at home) become an opportunity to interact with people to work together to overcome them. Imagine going through a whole week with no negative experiences. No dramatic phone calls from friends, or angry drivers, or disgruntled patrons at whatever-your-business-may-be. People around you actively looking to lend a helping hand or say something nice. You'd feel a lot better about the world.

Gosh, it's hard to even get to the point of talking about my time there without going through all this explanation. I guess the other thing that I would stress is that nothing can be bought, bartered or sold on the playa. Everything is a gift from the other participants. And it is all paid forward - you don't gift in exchange for a gift, you give freely and receive freely. All the dance clubs, all the bars, the places that serve grilled cheese sandwiches, or french toast, or have Mojito Monday.... the people who brought those spent their own money - maybe even fundraised - and gifted their time to share it with the community. My gift this year was five homemade cakes and two pies that I served from the kitchen of a larger camp on Tuesday.

(Some of the baked goods were already consumed at this point.) Please excuse the lack of a bra - it's hot there! The Mexican themed circle skirt is not original vintage, it's a modern reproduction. The conditions are harsh, so it's not a safe place for most authentic vintage. When I wear full vintage there, it is either washable cotton or on it's last legs.

For many of us in the vintage scene, dressing up is a daily affair. Do your hair, put on makeup, double check that your backseams are straight. It's nice to take a break from those sorts of things. No hairset, no makeup - although I did both my first year and it was fine. However, I didn't get many photos this year, which may have been part of the reason I felt so relaxed about it. I still tied turbans almost daily. Below is my Most Fabulous Turban Ever, although I forgot bobby pins, so I had to cheat with a pin-curl clip that you can totally see in this shot. The necklace was a playa gift - I was wearing the red pantsuit that matches that top earlier in the week, and this beautiful black skinned women ran up and put that on my neck. It has red rhinestone eyes, and is a latter-era Whiting and Davis piece. How did THAT find me? I told you, the place is magic.

We found my favorite place on the playa (that's the surface of the Black Rock Desert that it takes place on) on Thursday night. It was a decadent bar called Ashram Galactica. The photo is from their website, since we didn't end up checking out their beautiful luxury tents.

We were greeted at the end of a red carpet by a polite and cultured man in a tailcoat and top hat. Upon entry, we were greeted by beautiful women wearing satin cheongsams. The place was crowded - it's a favorite spot of many of the people on the playa who love elegance and a good cocktail. They had just run out of bitters when we arrived, so I ended up with a Dark and Stormy instead of an Old Fashioned. (Catch that anyone? I was able to order real classic cocktails at Burning Man.) Maybe I'll gift them a few extra bottles of bitters next year to keep them going! You should definitely check out the link - this place alone could change your perception of what the event is.

Life on the playa is non-stop. There's music all night, dancing til dawn. The quiestest and most peaceful part of the day is from around 5am until 9am. People get up and watch the sunrise. Sit in camps and enjoy coffee and breakfast together. Curl up in one of the beautiful chill spaces various artists bring, and watch the community slowly wake up and come to life.

This week, we had coffee in the French Quarter, freshly muddled mojitos at DeMenthe, and fresh french toast at Mystopia. All of it was lovely. Receiving gifts is generally fun. But I have to tell you - the adage about "it's better to give than to receive" has never been more true.

The traffic jam to get out to the highway on Monday is called Exodus, and it is generally between 4-6 hours long. We got in line about 1:30pm that day. Suddenly, the radio started broadcasting that the estimate was now 8-9 hours. About an hour later, they had to close the gate due to rain. Luckily, this is a tightly run show - they have people pull forward all at once in "pulses" instead of running out your gas doing tiny little jumps. So at about 3:30, I decided I wanted to host a dinnertime potluck. We have a travel trailer, had plenty of propane, and even had food left over. Jesse went out and spelled out "Potluck, 5:00" on all sides, and we pulled out the folding table that came with the trailer. We even found a clean sheet to use as a table cloth. I cooked our remaining two pounds of bacon and two packs of hot dogs, and mixed up three cans of tuna into a tuna salad.

(Picture us with a table out between the lines of cars.)

It was just the beginning. I ended up cooking for three hours straight - the potluck started just before 5 and didn't end until 8:30. By the end of that time, I had cooked five pounds of bacon, three packs of hotdogs and four packages of sausages. I made ten cans of tuna into tuna salad - some with pickles, some with apple and almonds. I cooked three cans of chili, two of soup and dressed up six packages of ramen noodles into something edible. I made two packs of macaroni and cheese - I cooked one with bacon grease and added canned salmon to another. We cooked four packs of tofu in more bacon grease, and added a can of garbanzo beans for good measure. The food just kept coming, and so did the people. I got two standing ovations (what? thank god my sunburn concealed the blushing) and every time I came out with a plate, there was more food on the table that DIDN'T need cooking. Two or three watermelons, two fresh pineapples, lychee, every kind of chip and trail mix, peanut butter and jelly for sandwiches, and also things to drink. People played music from their cars to dance to.

Every time we had to pulse forward, five to eight people volunteered and CARRIED THE TABLE to our new location, a quarter to half-mile up the road. This happened three times. Jesse, who sort of kept an eye on everything outside, made sure garbage found the garbage bag and found space on the table for new food, tells me that somewhere between 65-90 people came through and enjoyed the potluck. It completely changed our experience in that long line, and a lot of other people's too, it seems. I got hugged and thanked at least two dozen times. I was gifted a bumper sticker that says "I'm kinda famous at Burning Man" and a silver cuff bracelet with skeleton hands that Jesse loves and has adopted. I wonder if I could do it again next year successfully, or if it just happened Because It Was Meant To.

 Brett Wilkins

Sorry for all the text with no personal pics - people took a lot, but I haven't emailed any of the contact information I was given yet to get them. It was so communal, it was so participatory, it was community and sharing and warm and really amazing. The event was over, but that STILL HAPPENED, and I started it! I'm still impressed with me, and with every person who joined in.

Next year, I want to bring a small community of my vintage friends to experience the playa. It's worth every challenge of getting there, just for moments like that - and after all, moments like that happen all week long.

I'm no less this:                                                                                                              for also being this:

In fact, after being so refreshed, I feel So Much More Myself. This is a good thing. A really good thing, and I look forward to my next vintage get together, just like I look forward to Burning Man 2014.

Declutter!

I've been asked several times now why I would be so crazy as to hold a 50% off sale in my shop. Okay, fair question! I have asked myself the same thing several times. First, I want to make sure everyone knows:

FAB GABS IS NOT GOING OUT OF BUSINESS.

I will be the very first to admit that organization is a massive challenge for me. I'm constantly misplacing my own hats, frantically sifting through drawers and looking through the piles of recently worn dresses tossed over the back of my slipper chairs to find a frock I just *knew* I had hung up. Keeping track of own my only collection is challenge enough.

 

Take that, and multiple it by five. No wait, ten. No, by fifteen or twenty. I feel like someone buried me inside this art project:

  (only less color coordinated.)


Fab Gabs has grown. A number of fantastic opportunities over the past two years has caused the business to outgrow my home. There's a storage unit just for one consignor's damaged backstock that we have on the back burner to repair. We have other things that don't need climate control, stored in our 24 foot box truck. I can't get to one of my own closets due to backstock bins of unsorted recent-ish purchases.

Recently, a dress was damaged while moving inventory around, and I didn't catch it until it sold.

A rack collapsed - a very, very full rack of 50s and 60s dresses.

I tripped, and crashed into the stack of backstock shoes, boxed up in bins and boxes. I broke two original shoe boxes. I cut my chin.

Okay, enough is enough! I really liked the size my shop was in 2010 and 2011. Maybe 200/250/300 pieces, always fresh with good turn over.

So, I now have an action plan.

1.) Hold a 50% off sale (currently running) at Fab Gabs on basically all women's apparel and accessories.  Only some very special shoes didn't get the knife on the price. Right now, I'm planning to end the sale August 2nd at 11:59pm.

2.) Process through the photographed backstock. You guys have NO IDEA! I have so much awesome product measured and waiting to go, but I don't even have rack space for it once it is listed. So, once I've cleared room with the sale, I'll start listing items. Good, everyday vintage pieces will be listed at prices that are a little lower than what I've come to use recently. Definitely not 50% off. But perhaps 20% lower, on average, than my standard prices. Yes, this will mean less sales, because they will already be priced to sell quickly.

3.) Decide which items in backstock aren't quite awesome enough to get photographed professionally for the shop, and clear them out with a special Facebook or Instagram sale. Just a picture and size and killer price.

4.) Keep a steady flow. It's something every seller knows, and most are good at but me. I get so overwhelmed that I list in spurts and then avoid it for days and days. (Weeks, sometimes.) That does nothing to get vintage out of bins, into your hands and out of my house!

I'm hoping that in a month or so, I'll have reclaimed my workspace and will be able find inventory downstairs without walking sideways between the racks and stacks of bins.

Maybe one day, my business shoes and personal shoe collections will look as pretty and organized as Joan's!

Final note - at first, the low prices clearing out the inventory really freaked me out. I'm making really low margins on many pieces, and in some cases only recouping my cost. But this is absolutely the right thing to be doing - I need the space, and getting the vintage into YOUR hands is the only sane way to get it. I'm okay with it for now, and will see the sale through until I feel good about the space that has been made.

So, thank you, all of you, who have made a purchase and helped me clear some physical and mental space. Keep shopping - this is the first time in four years on Etsy that I've done such a thing, and I don't see it happening again - at least, not for a least another four years!

Tiki Time!

Hi again.

It's me.

You know, the girl who started a buddy challenge, then dropped out?

Yeah.

(Don't worry, those of you who make it still get your prizes!!)

I'm working my way to being able to blog again daily. I keep thinking I'm ready, and then let life get in the way. But I really have needed the time to balance things in my life.

One of those things has been taking time off, I think I've talked about that.
Tied into that is spending more time with friends. 

A bi-product of which is spending more DRUNK time with friends. Actually, it's the first time I'd had that much to drink in a LONG time. (Boy, does it show.)
This weekend included a double-header evening that started at 4pm with gratis tiki drinks at Trader Vic's for participating in a promotional photoshoot. We followed it up by watching the local Elvis impersonator at the Pink Feather. Sandwiched in between was food and cocktails at a friend's (AMAZING) home.

I guess we'll count this toward going back to daily blogging. I'm going to give it a shot, at least.

So, I'm back at 180.0 lbs (I think I started at 186)

And yeah, I'm working on it.

But not this past weekend. Because the calories in those tiki drinks completely negates the jogging and healthy eating!

What I'm going to do with all this is not kill myself. If I dress "casual vintage" and just take a snapshot or Instagram, that's what I'll give you. I work a lot, and spend a lot of time here on the computer. I'm going to keep up with business and blogging on a level that allows me to actually come up for air, and enjoy life!

New Fab Gabs Merchandise!

{Clockwise from top left}
{1960s Autumn Floral Wiggle Dress} {1960s Formal Gown with Matching Cape} {1960s Herbert Sondheim Cocktail Dress} {1960s Red Plaid Wiggle Dress}

{1960s Leopard Print Cape} {1950s Gold Sequin Wiggle Dress} {1940s Red Satin Heels} 

 {1960s Yellow Western Jacket} {1920s Mens Wool Bathing Suit} {1950s Plaid Yellow Leisure Jacket} {1960s Western Suit}

"Quitcher Bitchin"

Well, I will be the very first to admit that my last blog post is possibly the WHINIEST whine that I have ever whined.

And it was public, dear god.

But you know, the mortification of realizing that was good for me. I just decided to stop it. I pincurled my hair the same night. It was such a perfect set, I've kept it through today (but tonight it HAS to be washed.) Today's style was prettier and smoother at 10am than it is at 10:30 at night. But it was never as smooth as a Kristin hairstyle. I don't even try. That way lies madness.

The next day, I went and had my eyebrows threaded. I'd never done it before. But Sarah of Stutterin' Mama swears by it, and her eyebrows are perfect. And now, mine are, too!

The day after that, we took two whole hours to go ride our bikes on the relatively new bike path near our home.

Yesterday, I worked really hard. And then, I stopped working hard at 5:30, and went to have my nails done.

Today, I put it all together. I put on a favorite dress, my bakelite anchor necklace, and those Chelsea Crew shoes from Mod Cloth that I love so much. Jesse and I volunteered for a couple hours visiting with some WWII and Korea vets. (I LOVE WWII vets and their wives. Love and adore them.)

We were dorks and forgot the camera. And now, it is Saturday Friday night and since Jesse is out, I had to take my own pics. So, there you go. Instagram. (Hey! I thought it was Saturday! I just gained a whole day!)

I think maybe I will be able to pick back up on my challenge, I just need some time, confidence, and some babysteps to get there.

After all, it's a lot more fun to take daily photos of yourself when your eyebrows aren't furry and your toes are painted. Although, I haven't taken care of my toes yet. This week. For sure. Because I'm feeling on top of it, now.

Outfit Post and Facing the Music

Well, gals. I have to concede. For now. NOT on losing weight, but on the process of trying to dress up and record an outfit each and every day. I have gained back about half the weight that I lost, because we really aren't eating very well. I haven't been able to find much time to cook.

I have been working for myself nearly my entire adult life - ten whole years now. (Yikes!) I had become *very* accustomed to the freedom of being able to take the time to do my hair and makeup, select an outfit, and to get out of the house each day to do something I want to do - not need to do. Frankly, I've been spoiled.

Here's a thrown-together outfit. The photo was taken outside Goodwill about a week ago - whatever Day 2 would have been. We weren't there to thrift for vintage - we needed more storage bins.

This whole process of acquiring the Puttin' on the Ritz consignment - with the added project of soft-launching the website - has really changed my life and how Jesse and I go about our work, and that's been sort of hard to accept. All I own is vintage, a few reproductions and five sets of workout wear. I don't even have normal "just around the house" clothes. So I've been wearing the same five house dresses on rotation for the better part of a month now. All I wear is turbans - I never find time to do my hair. My life has changed. I need to adjust my patterns. I am still working out how to make that happen.

Right now, I'm clocking about  14 to 15 hours of work a day, every day. (Jesse and I have both worked ourselves sick - we have really brutal summer colds that have lasted the better half of a week or more.) If I am not listing, I'm washing clothes, or measuring, or writing SEO for the website, or sewing on buttons, or patching holes, or responding to email inquiries. Since I have a standing desk, I really only sit down these days if I am in the car for some reason, or if I'm eating lunch. Jesse has a similar laundry list.

I made the mistake of going out to Last Thursday, to be supportive of Jesse, who got up and did his monthly stilting (in a custom made tuxedo) at festival. The cool evening and the crowd of people, plus the late night was the last straw for my health. So much for trying to do something fun! Now that I see the photo, I can see that I already looked sick.

Those pants are the other thing I've been living in - my new One Offs from Jitterbuggin. I love snagging prototypes in my size! Best jeans ever.

Damn. Even my turbans don't look good any more. It isn't that I don't care. I just don't have time to indulge my vanity. 

As defeated as I might sound, I'm really not. I know that this period of intense work is situational, and unavoidable, with building up the website and settling the MASSIVE inventory that we've taken in.  It won't last forever. But I don't forsee a return to the days of total freedom, either. The first step is to move down to clocking ten hour work days.

Then, starting taking one day off a week. To do things that I'm horribly overdue on, like waxing my eyebrows, or having a pedicure, or bicycling with Jesse.

I am going to try to put a couple posts a week, of some kind to stay to connected with you. My challenge still stands for those who started it, you'll certainly deserve the reward at the end! And I will pick up my own personal challenge when I can realistically see a couple hours of free time a day.

Thanks for listening! I know that's one heck of a lot of text for a fashion blog.
xoxo
Julie

Let's Try This Again. Day 1 (Take 2) - OH THOSE SLEEVES!

So, I'm guessing no one needs to hear how busy, tired and overworked we have been. We are still processing the consigned inventory, have soft-launched the website, and Jesse rebuilt the floor of our travel trailer.

Things are still hard, but it is time to get back up on the horse. I'm tired of wearing worn out wrap dresses every day, and having my arms elbow deep in wash water. So I'll dress up at least long enough to post here, and will get back to working on my weight.

Please forgive the creases, we were in the car for some time. This is the second time that I've borrowed this dress from the soon-to-listed inventory. Don't worry, I always dryclean them! c. 1936, this dress is really all about the sleeves. I love them. The matching ties at the collar are the perfect touch. The corde accent - in a very,deep muted green- is an unusual touch, something I haven't seen before.

We actually photographed this dress in our last shoot, but I wanted you to see here on the blog first.

I wore it with the first 1940s turban I every bought. I sold this hat to a collector once, and bought it back a few years later. Whew!

I love everything about the fit of the dress. Of course, it would have worn better over foundation wear, but I can't get to my foundation wear right now - the house is that full! And besides, the photos give me extra motivation to find time for the gym. (Someone can play a laugh track now.)

We went out to breakfast with friends, and I had a lovely - if modern - morning cocktail. It matched the feather in Jesse's 1960s hat.

Dress: Fab Gabs - and it can be yours!
Hat: Gosh, what was the name of that shop? It's been gone for years.
Shoes: Faryl Robin
Bakelite Dress Clips: Goodwill

In closing, I'm starting this new attempt at a full 365 Days from the weight of 179.2. My goal weight is still 135, and I think I can hit that before the year is over! I meant to be much further progressed with it but as we all know, sometimes life gets in the way! Thanks for your patience during our exciting crisis.

"So, where the hell have you been?" Major updates!

It is 11:45, and I am just now getting to this task that I set up for myself yesterday. I went MIA, and since I know that not all of you are Facebook/Twitter followers, I owe you an explantion!

As you saw in my last? post, Jesse and I spent the 19th and 20th helping clean up the disaster at a vintage shop in Eugene, Oregon. Thursday, we had a break - here's one little peek - more photos to follow at the end of the blog.

And then things got crazy. We went down to do the final clean out on Friday, and the owners of the shop sat us down, and told us that they had decided to consign their inventory to us. My life changed overnight.

Approximately 1/3 of the new inventory. Note the cute mid-50s Kamehameha on the far right.

We have not stopped working since that day. Most days have been 14-19 hours of work, just trying to preserve the items that were wet/damaged, and sort and store the items that were not. We've made a total of something like five round trips totally about an entire 24 hours of driving. We filled a 14ft Uhaul, a 17ft Uhaul, and crammed my little Pontiac vibe to bursting. There's only about one carload left, now.

I did get to wear a nice dress (although I wasn't able to do my hair - turban time!) to meet with ANOTHER wonderful consignor, who is considering letting go of her 30+ year collection of early dresses - 1930s on back. That was last Sunday. It's the last time I looked like a person!

We are not entirely sure how many thousands of garments we are dealing with. There's a vintage clothing triage center set up in the back. Tents, bins to wash needy items in, racks to hang dry things that are damp, wet, or just plaid soaked. We are taking items to the dry cleaner over 100 at a time. Both Jesse and I are wrung out, completely exhausted. I'll be honest with you - I have never worked so hard, in such a concentrated period of time in my life. But it is worth it, because in this collection, there's pieces like this:



c. 1918 Edwardian Wool Walking Suit with Soutache. Currently listed on Etsy

Today, I sat down on the couch (which is crowded with 30s and 40s metallic heels I'm looking for the mates to.) It was the first time in over a week that I sat down for more than a fifteen minute meal break - and I promptly fell asleep. I had a nearly four hour nap. It was much needed, and I would never have let myself take the time if it hadn't just happened, so that was a good thing.

So, yes, I had to fall off the band wagon. My days have been starting at 5 or 6 am, and ending at midnight (or later - it's 12:20 now!) and so getting pretty has had to be my last priority. Also, we've been forgetting to eat, and have most of our meals delivered, or eating pre-made snacks. We've gone out a time or two. I haven't lost ANY weight. But I haven't gained any, and I'm considering that a victory, considering.

I think we have another five to six days of really intense work before things start to even out. Then I'll pick back up with the blog again, and start getting more listings up on Etsy.

I appreciate your patience bearing with me during this incredible, amazing, stressful, trying time. Your support is appreciated!

Here's one more pic from Thursday. I'm afraid all my shots from Sunday show my exhaustion, and they aren't very attractive!

Day 66: Clean Up Crew

I'm going to come back and hit Day 65/Tuesdays post (more pjs!) tomorrow, but yesterday is really what is on my mind, and I want to share it while it is still fresh.

On Monday, a really wonderful vintage shop suffered from a terrible fire. The fire occurred in the apartments above, and for the most part did not come down into the shop itself. But that doesn't mean that they escaped the destruction. Smoke damage, filth from char and wet ceilings, and the sheer volume of water and flame retardant wreaked havoc of the inventory.

We spent Tuesday afternoon, and all of Wednesday helping to clean it up.

I have a LOT of photos of the interior, but it feels so personal, that I don't want to share them all. Just a couple to give you an idea of what it was like. Maybe I should have taken my outfit photos before we left home, while I still looked fresh and was smiling. But this was more real.

A large crew of people helped, and salvaged what could be saved. It was really hard and really sad to be around the things that have no hope, but honestly, there were a lot of good moments, finding things that will be wearable again with just a dryclean, or stored in closed up totes that survived.

I wanted to wear vintage, not just because of this blog, but it seemed to show a support and respect for what this business was.

Sorry for the bummer post. We are still hoping that she doesn't decide to leave the business, and I may organize a vintage clothing drive to help her replace her lost inventory, but right now it is all too fresh for them.

Shirt: Bombshell Vintage
Pants: Bombshellshocked
Keds: Goodwill