It’s VINTAGE, ok?
By: Allison Norris
It has almost been a month since my last post. It is unusual for me to neglect my little blogger world for so long. It always makes me feel relaxed and like I’ve just dumped my thoughts and feelings onto someone who can’t talk back and well, that always feels pretty good.
Unfortunately, whipping up a delicious new post has seemed like a daunting task these days. My head is floating higher and higher and beginning to spin, almost off, really. When I have a moment of quiet I get anxious because I’ve had so much on my plate, and my lists, that it doesn’t seem right that I’m not moving.
The grand opening of the business I started with my newest BFF Amanda was on Friday night. We’ve been working away on our little Kippy Ding Ding vintage trailer for two months and it was about time she put on her party dress and shook what her mamas gave her (teal scallops and lots of pretty dresses).
As I deeply try to give all of my attention to my darling and demanding almost three-year-old, it has been a close race with Kippy. She has no problem sucking any extra life out of me. It’s ok, only for Kippy. Add two nanny jobs and being a single parent household… you get the spinning head thing.
We’ve received a considerable amount of press about our mobile vintage trailer as it is the first of its kind in Seattle. One question that many of the reporters have asked us is, “why do you love vintage?”
It is a question that is difficult to answer as it’s like asking, “why do you like to breath air?” The answer is simply, “I don’t know why – I just do. Always have.” Yes, my parents have played a huge part in this, exposing us to vintage items since we were born. But tonight, I realized another reason – one that’s actually concrete.
My sister just fluffed her feathers for a creamy pair of shorts with an elastic waist. I had a similar response when I found them and couldn’t to see what they looked like on. As she was securing her borrowed pair of shorts I couldn’t help but tell her that I found them at the thrift store and the words, “and they’re VINTAGE” came out of me, making them even cooler than the elastic waist made them.
These shorts are used and from the 80s. They cost me $1.99. We wore quite a few hand-me-downs growing up… or items from the consignment shop that my mom owned. I’d always felt a little less cool because I couldn’t shop at abercrombie & fitch (let’s be real, I thought I was going to die because I didn’t have that moose head decorating my sweater like everyone else), but I think we pulled things off in our house. If only I had known the meaning behind “vintage.” Not “used,” but “vintage”. They are completely different and yet related all at the same time portraying different styles and values.
It has been a ball working on Kippy and justifying the addiction that is collecting old stuff. Yard sale and estate sale signs make my heart skip a beat and when I see it’s a half-off-on-blue-tags day at Value Village, it’s as if nothing else in the world matters.
It’s the small things…
I’m trying to explain to Baylor that his clothes are “vintage.” I wonder if he even knows you can buy things that are brand new? Hey, it’s new to him. Hopefully he still thinks it’s cool when he’s 15.