Can't..... breathe......!

There is a very wee vintage shop near my house and it is NEVER open. Lately, there has been a pair of tantalizing kelly green 60s stiletto pumps taunting me from the window of this NEVER OPEN shop.

Then, today, as I made my way to the dry cleaners and to the video store and to buy some treats from Pantry for dinner with S, I noticed that the shop in question was OPEN! Wheeeee!

In I went. I fondled many things, not all of them in good condition. I tried on lovely hats that just looked like flower pots on my giant jar-head. :( I tried on the delicious kelly green pumps-- and felt like one of Cinderella's sisty uglers, as my bunion prevented all but my toes from fitting in....

I was about to leave. Then I saw it: a lime green 60s slip/nightie. Ooh! And an aqua one, too! Cute! But big. :(

But.....

{Here I must digress a bit. You may be aware that my #1 tried-and-true standby, makes-me-feel-fabulous-even-on-my-very-worst-fat-days dress is my little black vintage slip. It is French silk and lace and cost me a whopping $28 at the Green Room in Stratford. I feel like a sex goddess, but a sophisticated one, in it. I love it. And so you can imagine my overwhelming joy when I noticed that.....}

....there was THIS:




The lace is so fine and so dear and creamy coloured. The colour of the silk is palest, palest pink. Sure, it needs some repairs, but I am handy with a needle and thread (and Speedsew....), right?

So, I shelled out the astronomical price of $20 (!!!!!!!!!!!!! YES! You read that right!!!!!!} and raced home to try it on. I am in love. It is so SJP. It is so Catherine Zeta Jones as Velma Kelly in Chicago-- "I'm gonna rouge my knees and roll my stockings down-- and all that jazz!" Yeah, baby! I AM gonna rouge my knees!


It also looks darling with a cute little cardie I got in the Anthropologie sale room in Boston last year (and with which I had nothing to wear until now! Serendipity, thy name is vintage shopping!)

The best part is, now I have TWO of these slinky little numbers-- a black one and this one, whose colour I have dubbed "champagne pink"! Yes, I can foresee that underwear is going to be a problem and yes, there are a couple of little marks on it that I am going to need to approach with extreme stain-removing caution. But it will all be worth it because there is NOTHING like a little vintage vixen glamour. Just call me "Velma"! (You know I'll answer!)




Viva vintage!

{For better-looking shots, properly edited and cropped, head over here.  }