Well it's been a while since my last blog. I thought I had made the hard decision to close my vintage clothing business down, but wait! A cry went up from the next generation of Born Too Late Vintage owners. You see, I forgot about the fact that my daughters love vintage! They love the fabrics, the styles and the fact that they can mix and match vintage with their clothing from today. So I had to re-think closing up and decided to stay open. Like it or not, Born Too Late Vintage is part of my legacy to my daughters and so we must go on.
While I'm still selling the things I love the best (1960s and back), I'll be bringing you more of the 70s and 80s things that my girls love best. You might even see this model here, there and everywhere in my stores as well.
So make sure to check out what's new at Born Too Late Vintage because the next generation is taking control!
What is with the incessant talking?? Can’t a gown get a little shut eye? Who is this mysterious woman they keep saying is going to love me? They keep saying I’m right up her alley and that she should be in today. Lucky for me I’m hanging on a rack towards the front of the store and I can see each person as they come in. Heck, I don’t even need to see them because of that darn bell they have attached to the door. Oh no it’s that kid again. What is it about bells that make little boys grab them and clang them as loud as they can. Can’t that kid see I’m trying to rest here??
Well here comes another customer in the door. The manager is greeting her like she’s a long lost friend and now she’s saying she hasn’t been in because of all the snow and her girls being home from school, as if anyone really cares about that. She’s making a beeline right to where I’m hanging. Nope, wait, she’s starting at the opposite end of the rack. Oh well I’ll be here forever. Once a bridesmaid dress always a bridesmaid dress. She’s getting closer and frowning now. Guess she’s not finding anything to her liking.
Oh my. She’s spotted me. The manager is laughing and saying, “I thought that one would catch your eye. It’s right up your alley.” Oh my gosh she’s running my zipper up and down . Boy that feels nice after all these years. What do you know, she’s checking out my label and getting all excited but trying to maintain her cool so as not to call attention to herself. Oh wow she’s putting me over her arm and walking towards the register! I’m free! I’m free! I'm so glad to get away from this ham handed manager who is twisting me all around trying to find my price tage. My new owner is saying “let me fold this up.“ Boy her hands are soft and she knows how to handle a fine vintage gown like me. She’s stroking my crochet work and saying how amazing the work is. Ah it feels good to be handled so gently. She sure knows how to handle fine things. She has no rings on and I'll bet that's so she doesn't ruin me. It sure feels good to be ooohed and ahhed over. It’s been so long since that happened, 1975 if I remember correctly. Here I go into the plastic bag. I wonder where she’s taking me. Gee I hope she’s going to clean me and iron me. I’ve almost forgotten how good it feels to be pressed.
Vintage 1970s House of Bianchi Illusion Crocheted Spiderweb Black Gown B 32
