Showing posts with label Born Too Late Vintage. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Born Too Late Vintage. Show all posts

Wednesday, August 10, 2011

I find that every so often it's a good thing to shake things up when it comes to your studio. Well this time around instead of hiding behind my old logo and avatar I've stepped forward and put my face out there for the world to see.

My studio on ArtFire is now completely re-designed including a new logo and avatar with my face on my studio. No more hiding behind my Aunt Louise's picture in her 1950s dress.




So make sure to come on over to Born Too Late Vintage and check out our new look and all the new items we've been listing each and every day.

Don't miss out on our 25% off all clothing and accessories. Just use coupon code:


25OFFCLOTHINGACCESSORIE

in celebration of our new look!


Wednesday, April 21, 2010


If you're looking for a bargain come check out Born Too Late Vintage!


Pick out your item(s) and make me an offer. You just never know what I'll do!


















So what are you waiting for? Let's go shopping!!

Friday, March 05, 2010

Oh how the mighty have fallen. How have I come to this? Hanging on a rack in the local second hand store with a graduation gown, a ballerina tutu, an old baseball uniform and a pair of lederhosen!



Back in the day I was a star, a designer gown, sparkling on the rack just waiting for the discerning lady with very, very deep pockets.

I remember that day so well. The ambiance of The Green Room at Saks Fifth Avenue. The dignified ladies perusing the designer ware, looking for that perfect gown for that very special event. I proudly carried the label of Mollie Parnis. I saw her from across the room. She was tall and model slender. She wasn't a sweet young thing but as close to it as you can get to it at the age of 30. Her figure was to die for and toned within an inch of her life, although she was the mother of two very active children. She glanced my way and made a beeline towards me.

Seconds later she was in the dressing room oohing and ahhing over the cut of me and the sparkle of my green and silver lame' fabric. Her husband had just made partner in the law firm, a long vied for position he had slaved for and they had reason to celebrate. The firm was having their Christmas party at the Rainbow Room and she wanted to put her best foot forward. With a designer gown from Mollie Parnis, designer of the first ladies, you just could not go wrong.

Luckily for her I needed no alterations and I was carefully packed in tissue paper and off I went to her Scarsdale home. I was given the place of honor in her already crowded closet, with all her fashion finds from Loehmann's. But this time she'd not picked up a discounted designer item. She had purchased me in The Green Room at Saks!

Although she splurged and bought me there, her common sense still ruled her and she paired me with a pair of silver stilettos that were her favorites and well broken in. A silver clutch purse already in her closet was added and to finish her look off, she added a pair of art deco teardrop green glass earrings she had found in a quaint little shop in Greenwich Village. She was ready for The Rainbow Room and just could not wait.

Flash forward 49 years later. Here I am hanging on this rack in a second hand store. Save me! Doesn't anyone hear me!! I don't belong here! I'm a star!

Suddenly I began having this old but familiar feeling. Someone is looking at me from afar. An overweight rather frumpy looking woman was making her way towards me. Goodness she's not going to fit into me. What is she thinking?? She's picking me up and the look in her eyes is the same as my original owner. She strokes my fabric and she has gentle hands. She flips me inside out and finds my label. I see her smile light up her entire face. Why she's not frumpy! She's just hiding her light under a bushel. Grinning widely and very self satisfied we make our way to the checkout line. The cashier shoves me inside a used plastic Wal-Mart bag (the peasant!) and off we go. I don't remember the rest of the trip to her home as I fell asleep from the suffocating plastic smell of the bag.

I awoke abruptly as I felt myself being slipped over a mannequin. Then hot lights were turned on me and she started taking photographs. She moved the mannequin this way and snapped away taking pictures of my construction, fabric and my label. I knew then that I was being handled by a pro. This frumpy overweight woman with the twinkle in her eyes was a vintage clothing entrepreneur. She was just the person to find me a new home where I would be cherished. At last I would be happy again, not relegated to the second hand rack!

Tuesday, December 29, 2009

Every so often we all need to make some changes in our life. We need to get shaken out of our complacency and do something a little different.

Selling vintage clothing and accessories is no different. When you see that the same old same old isn't working you have to make some changes.

For this reason we've closed Born Too Late Vintage on Ruby Lane. We still love our Ruby Lane customers but we need to make a change.

So if you're looking for great vintage clothing and accessories please check out our new location named
Love Train Vintage on Etsy.

Same management but with a different attitude!

So when you have to get your groove on check out

Monday, October 26, 2009

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

Monday, October 19, 2009

Oh how the mighty have fallen. How have I come to this? Hanging on a Halloween rack with a graduation gown, a ballerina tutu, an old baseball uniform and a pair of lederhosen!

Back in the day I was a star, a designer gown, sparkling on the rack just waiting for the discerning lady with very, very deep pockets.

I remember that day so well. The ambiance of The Green Room at
Saks Fifth Avenue. The dignified ladies perusing the designer ware, looking for that perfect gown for that very special event. I saw her from across the room. She was tall and model slender. She wasn't a sweet young thing but as close to it as you can get to it at the age of 30. Her figure was to die for and toned within an inch of her life, although she was the mother of two very active children. She glanced my way and made a beeline towards me.

Seconds later she was in the dressing room oohing and ahhing over the cut of me and the sparkle of my green and silver lame' fabric. Her husband had just made partner in the law firm, a long vied for position he had slaved for and they had reason to celebrate. The firm was having their Christmas party at the
Rainbow Room and she wanted to put her best foot forward. With a designer gown from Mollie Parnis, designer of the first ladies, you just could not go wrong.

Luckily for her I needed no alterations and I was carefully packed in tissue paper and off I went to her Scarsdale home. I was given the place of honor in her already crowded closet, with all her fashion finds from Loehmann's. But this time she'd not picked up a discounted designer item. She had purchased me in The Green Room at Saks!

Although she splurged and bought me there, her common sense still ruled her and she paired me with a pair of silver stilletos that were her favorites and well broken in. A silver clutch purse already in her closet was added and to finish her look off, she added a pair of art deco teardrop green glass earrings she had found in a quaint little shop in Greenwich Village. She was ready for The Rainbow Room and just could not wait.

Flash forward 49 years later. Here I am hanging on this costume rack. Save me! Doesn't anyone hear me!! I don't belong here! I'm a star! Suddenly I began having this old but familiar feeling. Someone is looking at me from afar. An overweight rather frumpy looking woman is making her way towards me. Goodness she's not going to fit into me. What is she thinking?? She's picking me up and the look in her eyes is the same as my original owner. She strokes my fabric and she has gentle hands. She flips me inside out and finds my label. I see her smile light up her entire face. Why she's not frumpy! She's just hiding her light under a bushel.


Grinning widely and very self satisfied, we make our way to the checkout line. The cashier shoves me inside a used plastic Walmart bag (the peasant!) and off we go. I don't remember the rest of the trip to her home as I fell asleep from the suffocating plastic smell of the bag.

I awoke abruptly as I felt myself being slipped over a mannequin. Then hot lights were turned on me and she started taking photographs. She moved the mannequin this way and snapped away taking pictures of my construction, fabric and my label. I knew then that I was being handled by a pro. This frumpy overweight woman with the twinkle in her eyes was a vintage clothing entrepreneur. She was just the person to find me a new home where I would be cherished. At last I would be happy again, not relegated to the Halloween rack!

Sunday, October 18, 2009

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

Wednesday, January 16, 2008

Tuesday, January 01, 2008

Viva Las Vegas is April 10-13th so stock up now on patterns and all types of accessories from Born Too Late Vintage!

If you like to customize your own outfit check out the patterns just listed at Born Too Late Vintage! Plus sizes are our speciality but we have many other sizes to choose from.


So if you like to customize your own outfit check out the patterns just listed at Born Too Late Vintage! Plus sizes are our speciality but we many other sizes to choose from.


Vintage 1960s Butterick Pattern 2237 Dress size 14 VLV




Vintage 1955 Butterick Pattern 7346 Dress size 20 VLV Uncut





Vintage 1957 Advance Pattern 8211 Size 20 1/2 Dress Gloria Swanson Puritan Dress



Or if you don't sew we have other beauties to choose from!



Vintage 1950s Pink Rockabilly Pinup Naughty Lucy Dress B 34




Vintage 1950s Green Lucy Dress Plus Size B 42 W 36 H 48+



So come check out the best in Viva Las Vegas dresses and accessories

Friday, October 12, 2007

It was perfect! From the cotton candy pink poodles, to the round collar and the mid calf length skirt the dress was demure enough to lull Uncle Ian, Uncle Bob and Uncle Simon into thinking she would be safe from the clutches of all those young bucks. Of course her aged uncles had no idea about the hot pink corset she was going to be wearing underneath to make the most of her assets or the creamy white crinoline with the pink bows and lace edging peaking out from the hem of her dress.

To take the edge off her nervousness she snuck out to the kitchen and had a couple of sips of red wine. She was careful to bring the bottle back up to the same level lest her uncles discover her indiscretion and of course chewed some Sen-Sen to mask the alcohol fumes.



After a quick peck on the cheek for each of her uncles she flew out the door in her Capezio flats which Claire McCardell had made so popular and jumped into the back of her friend Sara's 1954 Chevrolet Belaire 2 door Sport Coupe.

Once inside the car she quickly slipped off the Capezios and donned her Ferragamo 4 inch high stilletos which her friend had hid in the trunk of her car for her. She arrived at the dance with her friend, Sara, and there she became the belle of the ball. Her dance card was filled within 2 minutes of arrival. The fast dances went by with a whirl as her dance partners snuck a quick peak at her legs that wouldn't stop which were showcased when she whirled in a circle. The young bucks all pressed against her while they danced to the slow tunes and the chaperones were kept busy all evening making her and her dance partners move further apart. She realized the age old power women have over men and in doing so also realized why her uncles were so concerned and why they were so protective of her. Understanding that made her cherish their love all the more.

It also made her more determined than ever to find out the exact facts concerning her birth, the death of her mother and the subsequent disappearance of her father, who had never married her mother. All she knew was that her three aged uncles had raised her from the time she was born. It was time to find out more and find out she would!

This lovely estate dress is available for your collection or for your vintage wardrobe whichever you prefer at Specialist Auctions!


Vintage 1950s Rockabilly Poodle Print Dress B 36 W 28

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We are the owners of Mod Mary's Vintage on Etsy.