03/05/2026
Lately, I’ve found it difficult to post and get excited about vintage clothing. It just feels too trite when so many days seem filled with news and images of cruelty and horror. Posting a pic of a stunning 1960s dress is hard when protestors are being killed in the streets. How can I write about handbags with dramatic descriptors when we’re dropping bombs on an all-girls school in Iran? Should anyone really care about a 1920s tie when our government is raging a war against the existence of our transgender friends, family, and neighbors? So, I just haven’t really been posting much.
But I do love being alone in my store, with the doors locked and an audiobook on. I find strength in reflecting on the lives of those who wore the clothes I'm cleaning, steaming, and pricing. A 1940s sweater suddenly isn't just a sweater; it's a witness and a testament to the bravery of a country that came together to fight WWII. A pair of 1970s flared, low-waisted flower-power pants isn't just a reminder of the aesthetic of a beloved movie, but also the boldness of a generation of Americans who stood up and demanded that our government end the Vietnam War. A leather vest from the 1960s is actually an artifact from the Civil Rights Movement. These pieces slow down my racing heart, give me courage, and feed my soul. They serve as tangible evidence of the power of “We the People”.
So, tonight I decieded I would post some pics of vintage clothing, or more like whispers from the past telling us it's okay if you're scared, but never lose hope, hold fast, and keep going.
Eventually, your clothes will be vintage too. What do you want them to say about you?
A big thank you to Nicole Dube of for snapping these photos today and reminding me that the store is lovely, and we’re beyond lucky and grateful that it isn't just a shop, but a conduit that connects the past to the present, and Dave and I to all of you❤️
