While I love the look of vintage clothing, I find there is always something wrong with every piece that I buy. It may look fab hanging in the consignment store but the moment I put it on, straps start falling apart, rips suddenly appear and god forbid, stains pop up where none were before. Once I purchased a beautiful Chanel sweater from a vintage shop in NYC and the first time I wore it at work, I started smelling a sour odor. Did my colleague forget to shower that morning? As the day progressed, the smell got stronger and then I realized the culprit was me. I took the sweater to three different dry cleaners but to no avail. When my body temperature rose in that sweater, the underarm areas would begin to stink massively.
Horrid.
But I've been known to laugh in the face of obstacles.
So, the other week I purchased a pair of vintage boots at Wasteland on Haight Street. Burgundy, low-cut ankle boots with ruching that are a perfect fit. And only $40. Quite amazing honestly, until today when I walked into the bank, SLID ACROSS THE FLOOR and almost fell face first into the arms of a well-suited businessman. WTF? Apparently 70s vintage boots come with soles made of industrial materials perfect *only* for linoleum and berber carpet.
