It was a Wednesday and though the sun was shining and I just got in a quick hour-long session of pilates, my apetite for food, coffee, and a quick pit-stop in my local vintage store was loud and clear. This is rare these days. And it is even more rare that I answer to it. There’s always something stopping me, and I am never dissapointed by the something. It has been, “Oh, I have to remember to mail that letter!” “Oh, that conference call is at 3, I need to set up for that.” And before I know it, “Ahh, the kids will be back soon!” These are my work days. Lately, my non-work days are still work days because #summerschedules. While I can ignore most vintage calls, on this odd Wednesday, I could not.
I grabbed a croissant, an iced coffee, and gleefully skipped a few blocks. The quick one minute plan was to try it on (or not), pay for it, and then finally, make a run for it. Of course, there was also a quick catch-up, the kind that only your local vintage store delivers, and distracted wondering eyes a’plenty. But most of all, it was the pause and delight with something I spent years doing before I was a mother.
My quick vintage store pop-ins started in 2009 when I worked at a consigment store in Williamsburg, Brooklyn. I had 30 minutes to an hour to hop in Beacon’s Closet, see what called me, whip around the corner to Vinnie’s and then hoof a slice down before returning to work with my goods.
My career changed, so formal lunch breaks switched with emails from my phone with a baby strapped to my chest. Mid-afternoon pop-ins turned into early morning ones. And small and organized stores replaced large and busy ones. So much has changed, but the feel of a good vintage dress remains the same.
More vintage dresses I adore right here:
+ And a sleevless mini 1960s vintage dress
(Photos in a vintage dress for a perfume campaign I did last week. This post uses affiliate links, which we may earn a small commission from if you choose to purchase something. Thank you!)