Sometimes a girl just needs a bit of luxury in her life. I went hunting for velvet, sequins, and fur in the vintage stores lining the Mission streets yesterday and found two of the three.
It’s all about the feel of the garment for me. I’m sometimes more into how my clothes feel, both on the body and to the touch, than about how they look.
First, I found a wonderful, and I’m sure soon-to-be very handy, sideslung saddle bag. Or miniature messenger purse. I’m not quite sure what these are called.My mom is bananas over Dooney & Bourke and I feel like she’s going to try and steal this bag from me. Probably fair considering how many of her clothes I’ve secreted away to my apartment. This vintage purse is in great condition, will go with everything, and is the perfect size for all my essentials.
After that good start, I spied with my little eyes, a full-on sequined black mini. The quintessential “perfect-for-Vegas” dress.I can’t help being attracted to shiny things. Definitely comes from my mother. My shopping partner-in-crime, Ian, was pretty enthusiastic about the D&B bag, was a little tickled at my intensely excited sequins-caused glee, but agreed that the dress was actually pretty fabulous. It fits me almost perfectly. I’m going to have my tailor take the front lower to make it an actual plunging neckline and patch a few tiny rips, but overall, it’s a pretty awesome vintage sequined dress. The 3/4 dolman sleeves are my favorite.
However, things quickly devolved here in Ian’s eyes. He approved of my purse, the dress, but this last item – he almost barfed himself.
I just don’t think he understands.
I saw it, I gasped, I immediately reached out to pet it, then realized that I might not ever see something like this again. So I bought it.
I bought a fur cape. The cape fits perfectly, almost as if it was tailor-made for my shoulders. The lining is silk and gorgeously patterned with a cute, little ruffled neckline, and the invisible pockets in the front are just-so. The fur is wonderfully pettable. Basically, the exact thing I was looking for, but didn’t realize until I saw it.
I know it’s not rabbit fur, I’m pretty sure it’s not mink, so I’ve settled on fox. I know wearing fur is controversial, but I happen to believe that recycling vintage items is one way of going about it. It’s also strange for a vegetarian to be so enthused about wearing fur, but that’s just the way life is. Contradictory.
Anyway, I now have another piece that I will treasure forever. I think it’s making its debut on Tuesday night at the ballet. We’ll see what Michael says when he gets back from San Diego in a couple of hours.