The joy of vintage shopping is that you never know what you'll find. Or if you'll ever find it again... (which is not so joyous)
The other week I dreamt of a shirt I tried on while in Beyond Retro with Sylvie last month. It was sleeveless denim with pink and yellow vertical stripes on one side and I was instantly in love with its cute summeriness. But it was a size medium, not a small, and looked big in an unflattering way over my tiny self. I debated buying it, because if I tied it in a knot at the front, turning it into a crop top, it kind of worked, only to have a grey-filled thought that if I did buy it then I'd probably end up hardly wearing it overrule my decision.
Note to self when my gut instinct is telling me to purchase a vintage/ second hand item of clothing: Do it.
I had imagined owning a shirt very similar to this one beforehand and now I feel like I accidently dropped it in a river and the current carried it away and it plummeted down a waterfall, lost forever.
Who knows when I will find one like it.
Who knows if I will find one like it.
I mean, I even dreamt about it- This overisized cheery denim shirt- and I never dream about clothes.