You really want to hear my raunchy, crazy, ex girlfriend story? Its sort of long. Any good story is best told in person with gestures and tone and suspense. I am not sure I will be able to do it justice in written form, but I will try.
First: THE GOOD
She was wearing a turban made of old tee shirts, vintage scarves and twine. Her glasses, in clear light pink, filled up half of her face which was already obstructed by her mixed up pile of vintage fabrics and mu mu dresses. I liked her right away. She caught me staring at her and I blushed. ME: "Who are you?" HER: "Why? (big smile)" She didn't tell me her name right away. She seemed careful. I explained that I worked for a non profit arts organization and that we were looking for independent designers who worked with recycled materials. I was organizing a series of workshops that would lead to a fashion show the following fall and was searching for talent. I told her she seemed artistic and from the looks of things, had an eye for vintage. We exchanged numbers. By the end of the month she was living in my garage.
S. did sew, she said, and had a million ideas for designs, she just needed some space, and time. Yesterday I told you about my first time at her house, the shoes, her collection, the DEAL, but I didn't tell you the whole story. I was seduced by her collection. Industrial sized bins and every one that was opened, immaculate, amazing, unique, perfectly edited, VINTAGE. Or maybe I was bewitched. She maybe cast a spell on me. Or perhaps I was so LUSTFUL for her things I couldn't think straight. The visual masturbation was too much for me to handle. I needed more. She gave me the boots, gave me the shoes, a PILE of dresses, GAVE as gifts. My gratitude and drunken ecstasy drove me to then GIVE her $300 (she was about to be kicked out of her apartment) the studio over my garage (to store her vintage and work on her sewing) My BODY (to model her vintage for selling on Ebay) and my blind loyalty. She had a story "my boyfriend has left me with these two children (1 yr and 4 yrs) to go on a deep sea fishing expedition, and without any money. It was his last effort at getting a little cash so that we can move out of here. I told him I would support myself selling vintage but its been so hard to list and photograph my things since I don't have any family nearby and I can't afford preschool. I am about to be kicked out of my apartment and I don't have anywhere to go." I HAD a bleeding heart. A fellow mom. She needed help. I could help her. I had everything she needed and she seemed like a freaking GENIUS. So cool.
After she eventually moved all the way in (her utilities were shut off and had no way of cooking for her children or bathing them) WE decided to throw a huge vintage party so she could sell some of her stuff outright and get some start up capital to get her kids in preschool, giving her time to list and photograph and finally sell to support herself. I called in all my favors. I gathered 5 rolling racks, borrowed hangers from the thrift stores, called all my friends from my art college, made fliers and invited the public. Everyone came together for the Cause. It was going to be just the thing she needed to get back on her feet.
The day of the party things started to get weird. And tomorrow I will tell you part two: THE BAD.
(I am sure you can guess that part three will be: THE UGLY.)
Dress: Vintage thrifted
Shoes: lucky brand
Jean Jacket: Vintage thrifted
Ring: Low luv
All other accessories: thrifted