Vintage Treasure

As a general rule, used things give me the heebie jeebies. Put me into a vintage clothing store, and watch me mentally unravel as I stand stick straight to avoid touching the origin-unknown apparel that inevitably protrudes into my personal space and begs my claustrophobia to send me running for air free of stale lint. My neurosis ┬áprevents me from looking great in the unique pieces my friends always seem to find. My neurosis extends to other, similar areas as … Continue reading