Photography by Caitlin McCarrick
One of the things that I love about wearing vintage is knowing that my clothes have had a prior life. I like to imagine scenarios for these pieces; for example, my 70’s maxi skirt/crop top outfit belonged to a bare-footed, long-haired blonde that wore daisies in a crown and listened to Jimi Hendrix. My pink linen pencil skirt was owned by a bouffant-bearing, shoulder pad wielding business lady that found time in her days for lunch dates and a nail appointments.
When I get lucky and people give me items from their past, it’s even better, because I know this piece lived a past life on someone I actually know. ‘Tis the case with this saucy Rimini number that my Aunt Cathie gifted me in quite the haul during my August visit to St. Louis. This particular dress was one she purchased for my uncle’s first big office Christmas party in the late 80’s. I remember her back then, or at least I do thanks to pictures. She had (and still has) platinum blonde hair, a bodacious bod and piercing blue eyes. Arm candy to the max.
When I put on this dress (sans 80s-level shoulder pads), I could see why she chose it for what she called “her coming out party.” I felt glamorous, sexy and chic. I felt like the life this dress would have with me was one of dim lounges, strong drinks, lingering glances and what else? Red lipstick.