Which makes it that much more fun.
Found this ruffled beauty in Seattle’s Fremont Vintage Mall, one of my five favourite vintage shops.
And had it altered — you can see the before shots here.
So glad I didn’t shorten the sleeves. Sometimes all the frills and gimmicks add a little somethingsomething. Don’t you think?
For the past week I have been heckled (by my own mother) to post an outfit that incorporates the Canucks.
Herewith, my husband’s old school Canucks t-shirt (this logo is my favourite).
And a little sequin number I got at the antique fair.
How do you show your support for your home team? Do you actually, like, watch their games and stuff?
I went to an antique fair today with the intention of getting a bookshelf, a writing desk and a dresser. I found none of those things.
Instead, I found this little ditty.
It’s the perfect mix of Eastern Europe and the 80s, two things I love very much.
And it’s way cooler than a bookshelf. Funny how you can go looking for something and be perfectly happy you didn’t find it, isn’t it?
This outfit is black and white and red all over.
This vintage skirt was quite a find (I love pleats).
I also love imagining the original owner of my vintage pieces. This one seems like it could have belonged to a detective back when people smoked at work. What do you think?
Four are in Vancouver, one is in Seattle. Where are yours?
1. Deluxe Junk in Gastown, Vancouver
2. Pesky Peacocks on 16th, Vancouver
3. Bohemia Gallery (3243 Main Street, Vancouver)
4. Legends (4366 Main Street, Vancouver)
5. Fremont Vintage Mall in Seattle
(The storefront image, by the way, is actually from my trip to Barcelona.)
I do! I do!
Found this little beauty at Deluxe Junk in Vancouver and had it shortened (significantly) so I could wear it all the time (like every night in Vegas last summer).
I don’t have a before shot so picture this: a dress so long, so pleated, it would have been the favourite of a high school librarian in ’85.
But we think this leather skirt might have belonged to my friend’s grade five teacher in ’86.
We can be sure where the shirt came from, though. It was my husband’s up until the drycleaner shrunk the sleeves.
Sonja, for insisting I buy a jumpsuit. And Melissa, who introduced me to Pesky Peacocks where I got it.
I should also thank my ma and sis for the necklace I’m wearing — I made it using my mom’s pendant from the sixties and pretty, pretty stones from my sister’s collection.
Thanks team.
It reached the floor and the overlay flapped around wildly with every move I made.
It seems so much subtler now that I’ve had it shortened. And with the belt, the overlay is much less unruly.
Many of you have told me you love the before and after shots. This, alas, is a lonely “after” with no “before”. But if you want to see my favourite favourite favourite “after”, it’s right here.
